Doom Knight System

Lancelot smiled dismissively, pressed the succubus lightly on the head, and said slowly: "Then... can I know where the battlefield is? Or have other detailed information?"

"Uh...! I only know that it's in the Death Canyon of the Sea of ​​Undead. I don't know the specific situation." The succubus deliberately puffed out her chest, as if she was letting you eat.

The Sea of ​​the Dead, the Canyon of Death.

These two terms are no strangers to Lancelot, because Lady Miranda's Sunset Castle is there. The entire Death Canyon can be said to be the colony of the Miranda family. The attack target of the Lich King's Castle can only have this one .

Lancelow's heart sank, let alone whether the Castle of the Lich King has the ability to capture the Sunset Castle, just the super defense of the Sunset Castle and the sun chariot that is invincible against the dark demons, it is doomed to be a A brutal war of attrition.

"I suggest you prepare more magic potions and recovery potions. By the way, I hope you can come back alive." The succubus said with a smile, curling up a scroll on the table with its tail.

On the scroll are the specifics of this mission, which is a mission that must be completed by newcomers who are new to the Castle of the Lich King.

Lancelot's mind turned quickly, and finally decided to take a look. After cutting his fingertips, a drop of scarlet blood dripped on the scroll and disappeared instantly.

"It's very smart, you still have a month, go find the dwarf master to build your weapon." The succubus licked his lips, drew a circle on Lancelot's armor, and then quickly just left.

A dark dwarf brought Lancelow to an inconspicuous house. The dark dwarf master came out and looked at Lancelow.

The master of the dark dwarf is bare-chested, and his skin is covered with cyan magic tattoos. He is only less than 1.6 meters tall. He is not much different from a baby in front of Lancelot, but his physique is extremely strong, and the power contained in his muscles is quite terrifying. The hammer exudes scorching magic waves.

"Lucky guy, what kind of tone do you want?" The dwarf master took out a book and started flipping it over and over again, as if a holographic projection kept appearing various weapons in mid-air.

"It's not what I want. I'm a dark troll. I hope to make my own weapons according to my own characteristics." Lancelot said in a deep voice.

The dwarf master frowned, a little annoyed, shook his head, and said: "You are a rare dark troll, which I did not expect. Apart from strength, the dark troll is also very fast, but this is also a big problem. Means you don't have any traits."

"Hehe... I killed the advanced horned demon when I became a berserker, so I have no characteristics?" Lancelow said with a grinning smile: "I want to build a war blade. The blade is divided into left and right parts. The grip stretches out in an arc, the blade is crescent-shaped, and there is a carved skull guard on the front of the grip, which is no problem for you, right?"

"Strange weapon, interesting." The dark dwarf master stroked his chin, didn't care about Lancelot's rudeness, instead he took out his magic pen and waved it in the air with great interest.

It quickly drew the shape of the war blade, which was lifelike in mid-air, and it was already [-] to [-]% similar to Lancelow's request.

The dwarf master is worthy of being a top craftsman. After adjusting the data and appearance of the war blade, the war blade looks even more powerful.

"For the sake of the new inspiration you brought me, I will use the best materials to make this weapon, don't worry." The dwarf master took out a wine gourd and took a few sips, shaking his head with a flushed face, Said.

"How long do I have to wait? In a month, I'm leaving for the battlefield." Lancelot said in a deep voice.

The dark dwarf master smiled thoughtfully: "It seems that you have offended the big shot, hehe... I promise to finish the work in a month." After speaking, the war blade in midair dissipated and disappeared.

Lancelow nodded, and then returned to his residence. At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly, and a timid voice outside said, "My lord, I have brought you food."

"Come in!" Lancelot frowned, gave up taking off the armor, and sat on the chair with a golden knife.

The demon outside breathed a little faster, and his movements became more cautious, and then a thin body walked in from the door. It kept its head down and held the tray in both hands.

"Say, who sent you here?" Lancelot asked in a deep voice, the murderous aura gushing out of his body like a rushing river.

The body of the devil servant trembled more and more, and he stammered, "Yes... it's the food that Ms. Yagonier asked me to deliver. It's the most tender calf meat of wildebeest, which has been processed by the chef..."

"Okay, put it on the table, and roll immediately." Lancelot said in a deep voice. Although this avatar has no system, its powerful instincts made him feel that something was wrong. The demon servant in front of him gave him a strange feeling , making him clenched his fists involuntarily.

The demon servant lowered his head, then raised his head suddenly, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, and said slowly: "I will leave right away, but before that, I will take your life away too."

While speaking, the body began to move, forming a transparent mirror reflection in place, and then appeared in front of Lancelot in an instant.

The speed of this demon servant was unexpectedly fast. The weapon in its hand was a tiny spike, and a layer of crimson magic power floated from it.

"Not good, it's dangerous!" Lancelot's muscles tensed, and the opponent's spikes penetrated through the gaps in the armor like cruise missiles, causing the muscles to shrink immediately after they were stabbed.

But this demon servant probably wouldn't have thought that Lancelow was no ordinary dark troll. Under that layer of tough skin and muscles was a layer of exoskeleton armor with alien genes.

After the spike collided with the exoskeleton armor, it could no longer penetrate it.

The demon servant watched in horror as a fist hit his face, and the surging hellfire instantly enveloped it, and the power contained in it burst all its internal organs, and the fire of the soul was immediately absorbed.

"Who is going to kill me?" Lancelot looked at the corpse that had been reduced to ashes, and felt a strong anxiety in his heart. Compared with the enemy on the surface, this style of assassination was not any demon he was familiar with. power.

There are very few demon warriors who actually died of assassination in hell. Most of the demons are very honor-oriented, and the means of assassination are used with contempt.