Arcane splendor begins with the throne

166 Death Knight
The next morning, the light was gray and the air was humid, smelling of night rain and morning fog.

Throughout the camp there was the sound of packing, the stomping of horses, the clinking of harnesses, the creaking of poles, the scraping of wagon crossbars... and the vulgar oaths among the dwarves.

Broto Firecast's loud and clear shouts could also be heard from not far away from time to time.

Although it was so noisy outside, the carriage driven by the satyr Mario seemed like another space.

Nothing outside would disturb this place, as if there was some invisible force, the other dwarves became very quiet after approaching the carriage.

Brian sat in the carriage, took out a small censer, lit a piece of Ningshen Incense exuding a faint fragrance, and focused on observing the mithril chain armor spread in front of him, nodding from time to time, showing satisfaction The smile was completely unaffected by the bumps of the carriage.

After a whole night of rest yesterday, he could clearly feel that the wound on his arm had completely healed.

This morning, the dwarf Gerber re-applied the ointment and performed the healing spell on him, and the faint shock pain completely disappeared without a trace.

The other party claimed that as long as he went through the last magical treatment tomorrow, he would be able to move freely and engage in high-intensity battles.

This is naturally the best for him.

Because he didn't have the powerful ointment aided by magic and dwarves, he had to rest for at least half a month with his own medical skills alone.

At this time, on the small table in front of him was a piece of mithril chain armor.

Undoubtedly, the crafting material is precious Mithril.

A metal that can be hammered to a copper-like finish and polished to a mirror-brightness, it is lighter and harder than hardened steel.

Armors made of this metal often have defensive power and at the same time increase their own agility enhancement value and flexibility. It is the favorite equipment for agility professionals.

Brian possesses armor to cast spells, so of course he will not miss the opportunity to wear mithril chain mail.

If he had worn the armor in front of him in the battle with the werewolf last night, he would not have been hurt by the opponent's claws.

This piece of equipment is made of precise mithril rings interlocking. It was made by Brotto and Geerbao after a long time of joint efforts. The rings are so tightly connected that they can even be waterproof.

Moreover, each vital part of the equipment was covered with at least three layers at his request. In order to prevent skin friction and absorb the impact of battle, it was also lined with soft silk cloth.

This chain armor was designed by him himself, so compared with the general similar ones, it is elegant and streamlined, smoother and more refined, and there are no vulgar accessories such as rivets.

The originally negotiated delivery location was Abrera, the 'City of Wealth' in the Kingdom of Amastacia.

Now, when they met in the wilderness, he was surprised to learn that the chain armor had been completed.

So he didn't waste any more time, and planned to complete the last procedure of 'enchanting' this mithril chain armor on the way to Abrera.

After all, this is the defensive equipment he has designed with the most care and cost the most to date.

So he not only wants to engrave the magic protection effect on this chain armor, but also plans to add a short-distance teleportation spell from the conjuration school, so that its quality can at least reach the excellent quality of "purple".

In this case, the benefits of traveling with a caravan are fully revealed.

He doesn't have to worry about traveling and food at all, he just needs to stay in the carriage peacefully and do his own things until he reaches his destination.

In this way, time passed bit by bit as the sun gradually rose.

When Brian had a detailed understanding of this piece of equipment and began to think about how to engrave runes, he clearly felt that Broto's caravan stopped.

So he put away the chain armor, lifted the canvas of the carriage, and asked Mario who was driving, "What happened?"

"There is a traffic jam ahead." Mario stood up and took a look, and said depressedly.

Brian got out of the carriage and looked ahead.

He saw that the narrow forest lane was crowded with cars, filled with the noise of the crowd, the impatient grunting of livestock, and the stench of all kinds of dung.

Because both sides of the road are muddy woodlands.

Obviously, detours are not a good way.

"Hey! Old man, what happened in front?" Broto, who was the most impatient, ran over first and asked the farmer on the last truck.

The elderly farmer, leaning on the straw and covering his head with a straw hat, looks as if he is dozing and dying.

Hearing Broto's inquiry, the old coachman raised his straw hat with his hands, exposed his sleepy eyes, and wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth, then looked at the dwarf and said, "The road has been closed since morning, and we can only Sit here and wait for release."

After the old coachman finished speaking, he passed the boring time with a straw in his mouth.

"Why is the road closed?"

Broto tiptoed hilariously, but finally gave up and continued asking.

"Because an evil death knight appeared on the ogre's kneeling bridge." The old coachman said, "When a knight was crossing the bridge in the morning, the death knight guarding the bridge shot him off his horse and fell into the canyon. The horse was so frightened that it foamed at the mouth and remained motionless."

Death knight?

A little interested, Brian jumped out of the carriage and walked over to Broto.

"It's already noon, where is the manager of the Kingdom of West?" The dwarf continued to ask, "Are they just watching so stupidly, and don't even care about it?"

"Well, someone has already tried it."

The old coachman spat out the straw in his mouth, "The caravan guards and the nearby Viscount Reiss sent fifty archers to surround him from both ends of the bridge and try to shoot him dead. It was useless at all. These arrows all passed through the death knight's body, like shadows, and killed two unlucky soldiers on the spot, and injured more than a dozen people, and almost shot the lifeblood of Viscount Reiss..."

"I heard that Viscount Reis was so scared that he pulled his pants." Another middle-aged coachman joined the conversation. He spat and said with a smile.

"Shut up! I'm not interested in pulling my pants." Broto gave him an annoyed look, then looked at the old coachman again, "Go on, what's going on?"

"The death knight drove his war horse, floating past like a ghost." The old coachman continued: "He held his spear, pointed at the group of frightened young men, and snorted coldly: life!" Why do you interfere with the dead? Go away! Don't insult the honor of the knight in front of me! Then stand in the middle of the ogre bridge, blocking this road to death.

Viscount Reese had no choice but to hire wizards to deal with it, because their swords were as useless as cutting into the air when they were cut into the death knight.But there are no wizards in this place. "

"interesting……"

Brian vaguely guessed the true identity of this so-called 'death knight'.

So he said to the two: "Let's go, instead of asking here and there, it's better to go and have a look in person."

After hearing this, Broto and Mario readily agreed, followed Brian through the chaotic crowd, and walked towards the bridgehead.

The silent dwarf Gerber was not interested in this, and returned to the carriage with his own crow.

The Bridge of the Ogre's Knees is the only way to the Bloodstone Double-Door Fortress, and it is an important building that existed in the age of the elves.

It is said that when the elves built the bridge, they recruited many ogre slaves, so it was named after it.

It can be seen from the stone sculpture of an ogre kneeling on the ground on both sides of the bridgehead.

Brian stood on a rock and looked at the 'Death Knight' in the center of the bridge from a distance.

Standing on the bridge is a knight in full body armor, tall and burly, wearing a steel mask with eagle feathers inserted on both sides, his face cannot be seen clearly, a dark green armor made of fine steel, green like a dense forest, green Threads and clasps glistened in the dim sunlight.

Holding a lance in his hand, he stood motionless on the bridge like a statue of a stone statue, giving people a posture that one man is in charge of the other.

Moreover, his body seemed to be alive except that it looked a little translucent.

This is the phantom knight, the remaining ghosts of those knights who died on the battlefield or defended their vows. Brian recognized the true identity of the 'death knight' at a glance.

Although phantom knights are often confused with ghosts, they are not bound by their thirst for unfinished business.

They can choose to end their undead existence at any time, since their souls remain in the world of their own free will.

Either out of loyalty to the former master, or because he must complete a certain task to satisfy his own sense of honor and responsibility.

For example, a guard who swore to defend the fort may return as a phantom knight after death and continue to guard the place until a new guard arrives to take over his duties, or the fort is completely destroyed, before disappearing permanently.

Brian noticed the bottomless canyon under the bridge, and vaguely guessed that the phantom knight was probably the guardian who had fallen into the canyon. Due to the disturbance of negative energy, he awakened himself and continued to guard the bridge.

He had heard it mentioned that two years ago, when Amastacia's black army invaded the Kingdom of West, there was an all-night battle for the bridgehead on this bridge.

After the battle, the dead bodies of the knights and soldiers guarding the bridge of the Kingdom of West were all thrown into the canyon.

As for whether this knight is one of them, he is not sure.

Because he didn't see the family emblem on the opponent's armor, and he also didn't hear the news that anyone recognized the identity of the phantom knight before his death.

Well, there's a good chance this was centuries ago.

Perhaps the war two years ago made the negative energy in the depths of the canyon intensify, and it was awakened by chance.

"How about it, Brian, can you deal with it?" Broto leaned over and asked proactively.

Mario first glanced at Brian's left arm worriedly, and then waited curiously for his answer.

"No problem." Brian shook his head slightly, turned to look at the bridgehead, "I think, before doing anything, at least ask for a little reward, otherwise it would be a waste of work."

Although he is currently injured and is not suitable for strenuous activities, but he is a wizard, and he can easily do it with a few spells.

Moreover, he could feel the general strength of this phantom knight. After killing him, in addition to a lot of experience points and magic energy, he would even get a soul spar that only undead creatures would explode.

In this case, the enchanting materials for his mithril chain armor will be collected directly.

"That's right." Broto said with a smile: "Such a death knight, just looking at it, gives me a terrifying sense of oppression, and the reward must be very high."

As Brian walked, he corrected them about the true origin of the monster.

When he came to the bridgehead of the Ogre's Knee Bridge, he was surprised to find that more than 30 heavily armed soldiers had gathered here, all sitting by the campfire to recharge their batteries.

Because the role of the bridgehead is similar to that of a toll booth, there are usually only two or three soldiers, a groom, and a toll collector.

On the top of the slightly crooked watchtower, a soldier was standing guard and blocked their way with a crossbow tightly held in his hand.

Bryan briefly explained his purpose. The condescending soldier greeted his whole family viciously at the Phantom Knight, who was the only man who was in charge of everything, and added a detailed description to the women in his family before letting him go. , and instructed a soldier to take them to meet the chief here.

Because if he let it go any later, the grumpy Broto would greet his whole family with the enthusiasm of the dwarven race.

There was an open shed in the yard, and there were several people lying in it. They sat together dejectedly, their wounds wrapped in bloody bandages.

Not far away, there was another corpse covered with a white cloth.

There is no doubt that these wounded soldiers were all left behind by the soldiers on the other side of the bridge when they were dealing with the Phantom Knight. They are really a poor group of unlucky ones, especially those who covered the white cloth.

Under the guidance of the soldiers, they came to the lobby of the bridgehead. The dark room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke.

The richly dressed Viscount Race, a young man in his twenties, was yelling at three merchants and a fat baron on crutches.

The captain of the bridgehead sat in a chair to watch the excitement, his arm was bandaged like a frosted eggplant.

Brian noticed that Viscount Race's black wool trousers really had a hole pierced by an arrow.

However, it wasn't like the middle-aged farmer said that he was so frightened that he pulled down his pants. It should have rubbed the flesh of his thigh and left a little blood.

"I fucking told you, there are no wizards around!"

Viscount Reese slammed his fist on the table that was about to fall apart, stood up straight, straightened his collar, and shouted:

"As you can see, our weapons have no effect on the 'Death Knights'. Because of this, I lost two of my men. I still haven't figured out how to explain this manslaughter to their parents. In the professional I will not try anything until the people or wizards come, this stupid way will only let my soldiers die in vain."

"I have to get to the Bloodstone Double-Door Fortress before dark!" The fat baron pointed his crutch at the nose of Viscount Reiss and shouted:
"I have to deliver these coarse grains on time! The Tasha refugees can't wait. If I'm late, the grumpy Earl Ormond will really chop my head off. When I get to the Bloodstone Fortress with Two Doors, I must I will appeal to the Earl of Ormond! Complaining that you are worried about your own lifeline and allow evil creatures to wreak havoc in the kingdom, which only delays my precious time."

"Don't worry, Lord Earl, he won't chop off your head."

Viscount Reese sneered, "Trust me, he's just kicking your ass at most, so I suggest you put a layer of straw in your pants before you reach the fortress."

"Did you listen to me carefully?" The Fat Baron's face turned red with anger. He slammed the crutch in his hand on the ground, took a deep breath, and said:
"I'm talking to you about business. Ordinary iron arrows are useless. Why can't you try to use tarred rockets. Otherwise, even throwing hot glue and strong acid bottles at him will do. Anyway, he is like It's better to stand there motionless like a target than to sit here dejected."

"I've already sent people to search for wizards and professionals. Just wait patiently. Who can guarantee that the 'Death Knight' will stand there motionless like a target."

Viscount Reiss said coldly: "You thought he was your lover, and he was lying on the bed naked, with his legs spread out, and the deer bumped around at your mercy."

"what happened?"

Viscount Reese finally noticed the group of Brian standing at the door watching the excitement. He looked at the leading soldier, "A businessman making trouble again? Didn't I say that if you dare to make trouble again, I will kick them hard." butt!"

"No, Lord Viscount." The soldier replied, "It's an adventurer. They say they can deal with the 'Death Knight'."

A cheerful smile appeared on the indifferent face of Viscount Reiss. He came forward and said hello:
"My lord, adventurer, I don't care what your name is, as long as you can work quickly, have you read 'Death Knight'? If you read it, hurry up and ask for a price, and we will get it for you right away. Otherwise, I will be here soon It's a vegetable market."

"500 gold coins." Brian quoted a very reasonable price without thinking.

"500 gold coins? You are crazy, why don't you grab it!" a businessman said.

"Another adventurer who smells like copper," another businessman echoed.

"I think it's because there are so many monsters that they learned to ask for prices." The third businessman quickly followed up.

"That's right, adventurers aren't born to kill monsters, just like their butts are born to shit." The fat baron added at the end:

"In my time, adventurers didn't have the smell of copper. They only smelled like bandages. They didn't hesitate at all. They never cared about the rewards, they only cared about efficiency..."

"boom!"

Viscount Reiss once again slammed his fist on the table that was about to fall apart, interrupting the fat baron's words. He looked at the three merchants and the fat baron in disgust, and shouted at them:

"Are you well-trained crows, taking turns to make noise here? That's enough! This is my territory, so I will pay 500 of the 200 gold coins, and the remaining 300 gold coins will be shared among you four. Hurry up, don't delay Time, guys."

"We'll pay you 400 gold coins at most." The fat baron exchanged glances with several merchants, and said, "The 'Death Knight' will leave at night, so don't take advantage of it. At worst, we'll just wait until dark."

Before Viscount Reiss could speak, Broto, the dwarf watching the excitement, couldn't help it first.

He jumped out, made an insulting gesture to the baron that was popular among the dwarves, and then blew his beard and swore:
"Fuck you, you'll leave at night! That's the Phantom Knight. He'll stay on the bridge until the abyss demon comes, and he doesn't have to eat and drink. Let's go! We don't take this job. Look at the devil and the devil For the sake of it, you can use the money you save to wipe your ass."

After finishing speaking, Broto pulled Brian seriously to prepare to leave.

"500 is 500, damn it! All adventurers in the world are like this." The fat baron cursed a few words in his heart, and quickly said to Broto with an apologetic smile.

Then he turned around and discussed with the three merchants next to him how to distribute the remaining 300 gold coins.

After getting the money, Brian nodded slightly, and walked directly to the Ogre's Knee Bridge.

Except for Broto and Mario, all the spectators hung far behind him.

"Why do the living interfere with the dead?"

With Brian screaming from the countless melon-eaters behind him, the phantom knight on a tall horse pointed at him with a lance, and the bone-piercing sound was like a frozen lake breaking.

"I don't care who you are, I'm here to challenge you." Brian stopped and said to the phantom knight: "You are a knight, so I want to have a glorious knight duel with you, fight until Until one side surrenders, do you dare to accept it?"

He understands the characteristics of the phantom knight, so he naturally knows how to deal with this kind of undead creature.

Saying this means that the opponent will not use any supernatural abilities of the Necromancer system in the next battle, but will challenge him with traditional fighting methods.

The eyes in the steel mask of the knight gleamed. He looked at Brian and said coldly: "Adventurer, you want a one-on-one duel with me? Then fight! Let the herald announce my name! Let everyone God judges our fate..."

"Phantom Knight is crazy, or Brian is crazy." Broto tugged at his beard, "If you want to hit, hit it quickly, why are you chattering here."

"Shh, be quiet."

Mario said to the dwarf: "I am writing down the words of the phantom knight, maybe it will be helpful for my new song."

"Shut up! Fallen dwarves and filthy goatmen."

The dark blue eyes of the phantom knight hidden in the steel mask cast on the dwarf and the satyr, "I will not allow anyone to insult the glory of the knight in front of me, unless anyone who dares to make fun of the glory and me by stepping over my corpse, he or My blood will flow on this land."

"It's unbelievable that he could hear both of us." Broto muttered, "I'm not a fallen dwarf."

"You even called me a dirty goatman..." Mario showed a hurt expression.

"Adventurers who challenge me!"

The Phantom Knight raised his steel mask and said coldly: "Although you have helpers, I am not afraid of you, because I have the law, faith and virgin's tears. Prepare to meet my challenge!"

As soon as the words fell, the Phantom Knight put down his steel mask heavily and charged towards Brian.

——"Second Ring Spell: Dimensional Jump!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Brian activated the spell unhurriedly, and the dim particles of light quickly swirled around him, making him disappear in place and appear on the kneeling statue of the ogre.

——"Spell-like ability: lesser alien covenant!"

——"Second-ring spell: Monster Summoning!"

After gaining a firm foothold, he cast his two summoning spells in succession without hesitation.

In an instant, the ground began to shimmer with dazzling brilliance, and two golden magic circles emerged at the same time.

A floating ball of light emitting a gentle chuckle like music first appeared in everyone's sight.

Immediately afterwards, another magic circle flew out a golden falcon with spread wings without showing any weakness.

——"Spell-like ability: strong light rays!"

The Holy Light God Envoy in the shape of a ball of light took the lead, and a scorching golden ray instantly hit the charging phantom knight, making a scorching sound.

——"Supernatural Ability: Smash Evil!"

The Celestial Falcon with its wings outstretched, with a scream, suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, and swooped down on the Phantom Knight condescendingly.

——"One-ring spell: lesser flame ball (strong)"

Brian, who was standing on the statue, quickly finished chanting the spell, and the fireball quickly condensed into shape, swaying and crackling in his palm.

Then, under his control, it shot out, and went straight to the phantom knight who was howling in the golden light, bursting into groups of flames.

"Target is dead!"

"Extracting soul energy..."

"Get 300 points of magic energy!"

"Get 1200 experience points!"

……

The phantom knight disappeared without a trace in the flames before he could utter the word 'despicable adventurer'.

The onlookers who were eating melons all exclaimed in unison, and immediately applauded his relaxed and freehand magic performance vigorously.

Brian stretched out his hand, and the celestial falcon and the holy light envoy dissipated, and a soul crystal on the ground flew into his palm.

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(End of this chapter)