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The noise on the battlefield resounded through the plain like thunder, the sound of horseshoes, blades, the screams of dying people, and the horrifying hiss of greedy vultures hovering above their heads all merged into a demon Loud noise. Flash Dance Novel Network

The sky was dark and the clouds were overcast, and the sun covered the face and escaped the massacre below. The fields that were still green the previous day have now turned into crimson swamps where blood pools and mud are mixed, and the bones of the broken limbs are piled on the battlefield. Wherever he could see, there were dead bodies and dead bodies twice.

The strength of the two armies has not been exhausted, although the fighting has been fierce since the early morning. The pride of Burtania made them stand up against the horrible rule of a fallen monarch, against the lifeless army of undead, against the beast they fought against on horseback-the Duke of Blood Eagle and his undead army.

The Prophet Beckinsale of the Goddess of Dawn once warned King Charles that he must face this vampire in broad daylight, he must force this demon to fight him under the sun, and at this time the power given by the evil deity on the Duke of Blood Eagle Is in the weakest state.

The king followed her advice and avoided contact with the undead army until he could determine the time and place of the battle. Camranfield provided an open field where his knights could charge the rotten warriors marching under the broken flag of the Duke of Blood Eagle.

The bright dawn heralds the arrival of this day, as if the lady herself was smiling from the sky, encouraging the king to attack. 35xs

When the dawn disappeared into the darkness, covered by the dark clouds rising from the empty sky, how terrified the king felt!

In a short while, a bright new day became as dark as midnight. Under the leadership of the Duke of Blood Eagle, marching skeletons and stumbling zombies crossed the field.

King Charlie knew that if he let his army retreat now, he would never be able to regain their trust, especially after procrastinating them for so long, forcing them to watch the Duke of Blood Eagle ravaging their land.

King Charles knew that he must immediately lead his army, otherwise there would never be victory and glory, even if this represented a failure and disaster that might come.

In order to show the lady that his decision was due to bravery, not stupidity, he waved his spear and made the king's flag taut in the wind. He then lowered his spear and drove his horse forward. When the five thousand knights followed their kings into battle, the earth felt trembling as if feeling fear.

Any mortal army will be affected by this attack, even if they are the most vicious and deadly army in the world. When the knights' horses rushed into the enemy's lineup, hundreds of enemies were crushed, pierced by spears, or crushed by the horse's iron hooves.

But the silent legion serving the Duke of Blood Eagle has no soul to cause fear, and no one trembles with sympathy for their dead comrades. The undead just gathered around the knights all around, walking casually on their fallen bodies. It was then that the real battle began. 35xs

King Charlie fought side by side with his knights, smashing the rotten face with his spear, crushing the fleshy bones with his armor boots, and crushing only the epidermal head with the hoof that his horse swayed.

He and his knights fought from early morning to noon until a new undead warrior took him away. He was like a sailor drifting with the waves, struggling to free himself from the turbulent waves that engulfed him. Every time he cuts down an enemy, three monsters will replace it; every time he breaks a skinny spearman, a dozen monsters pierce him.

Faced with such figures, the king's courage began to collapse.

It was when he was hesitant, and the moment his undead enemies seemed to overwhelm him, King Charles got a breathing opportunity. It seems that all their evil energy has been exhausted, and skeleton soldiers and zombies are still standing still. Lifeless eyes stared at the king, and the fleshless arm put down the rusty sword and the broken spear.

A ray of hope rose in King Charles' heart, but was soon suffocated by a cold fear. The king could feel the existence of the vampire before he could see the Duke of Blood Eagle galloping in the rotting ranks of his army of ghouls.

The vampire wore steel armor stained with blood. The horse that carried him was a ghostly thing, consisting of bones and the flames of evil spells, and its rotten body was wrapped in something like black wild cowhide.

As the Duke of Blood Eagle progressed, the undead soldiers separated in front of him, opening a path between the Duke of Blood Eagle and the King.

The Duke of Blood Eagle and King Charles looked at each other on the battlefield. In the eyes of the Duke of Blood Eagle, a cruel and hell-like hatred burned. The king's expression became solemn and sad.

"You can't be satisfied with being a king." The Duke of Blood Eagle said, his voice low and vicious.

"You must also be the Duke of Aquitaine."

The Duke of Blood Eagle's face shrank back, and a rough growl came out, revealing his sharp fangs.

"Now you are nothing."

The king was not frightened by the words of the Duke of Blood Eagle. When he looked at the monster, there were tears in his eyes.

"The person I know is dead. Now it's time for him to find peace."

The Duke of Blood Eagle sneered and twisted his face.

"I want to make you immortal, Charlie! So I can torture you and kill you every moment. In this way, you can tell me death and tranquility!"

At that moment, King Charles was neither scared nor hated of this thing that was once his friend. He put down his spear somberly and drove towards the Duke of Blood Eagle. The vampire grinned fiercely, grinning fiercely, holding his spear in his hand, a steel thorn that had been stained with blood by the blood of a dozen knights.

With a wolf-like voice, he rushed his ghostly horse to King Charles. At that moment, when the human and the monster approached each other, the evil darkness that the blood prince enchanted to his army began to shake. A ray of sunlight shot down from the black sky, like a white meteor falling into the world, covering King Charles.

The king's silver armor shone in the sun, adding a wonderful charm to the vampire's ugly face. The Duke of Blood Eagle staggered back to the saddle, waving his arms in front of his stinging eyes.

In an instant, the Duke of Blood Eagle was blind, but it was enough.

King Charles' spear pierced the vampire's blood-red breastplate violently, making a creaking sound, and the spear ripped through the steel plate like tearing parchment.

The Duke of Blood Eagle was pulled up from the saddle and twisted on the tip of the king's spear like a bug pinned by a pin.

King Charlie held up a struggling vampire, the tip of his spear pierced the heart of the Duke of Blood Eagle. The immortal demon furiously tried to survive in this situation, trying to pull his unclean body from the spear that nailed him.

King Charles felt his arm strength weakened, and the weight of the vampire and his struggle consumed his strength. But he drew strength from his determination and forced his tired arms to maintain their burden.

He severely forced himself to watch the vampire die. The monster's pale skin began to darken and wither, clinging to the bones under the dry skin. The eyes of Duke Blood Eagle turned into a pool of blood, and blood tears ran down his terrible face.

There was a terrible moan in the vampire's mouth, both pitiful and terrifying.

"Not to destroy this monster." When the king felt his power was weakening, he muttered to himself.

"Not to destroy this monster, but to redeem this person."

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Previous Chapter Contents Without Chapter Chapter 159 The Last Elegy of the Duke of Blood Eagle, Legend of Fatalin

The noise on the battlefield resounded through the plain like thunder, the sound of horseshoes, blades, the screams of dying people, and the horrifying hiss of greedy vultures hovering above their heads all merged into a demon Loud noise. Flash Dance Novel Network

The sky was dark and the clouds were overcast, and the sun covered the face and escaped the massacre below. The fields that were still green the previous day have now turned into crimson swamps where blood pools and mud are mixed, and the bones of the broken limbs are piled on the battlefield. Wherever he could see, there were dead bodies and dead bodies twice.

The strength of the two armies has not been exhausted, although the fighting has been fierce since the early morning. The pride of Burtania made them stand up against the horrible rule of a fallen monarch, against the lifeless army of undead, against the beast they fought against on horseback-the Duke of Blood Eagle and his undead army.

The Prophet Beckinsale of the Goddess of Dawn once warned King Charles that he must face this vampire in broad daylight, he must force this demon to fight him under the sun, and at this time the power given by the evil deity on the Duke of Blood Eagle Is in the weakest state.

The king followed her advice and avoided contact with the undead army until he could determine the time and place of the battle. Camranfield provided an open field where his knights could charge the rotten warriors marching under the broken flag of the Duke of Blood Eagle.

The bright dawn heralds the arrival of this day, as if the lady herself was smiling from the sky, encouraging the king to attack. 35xs

When the dawn disappeared into the darkness, covered by the dark clouds rising from the empty sky, how terrified the king felt!

In a short while, a bright new day became as dark as midnight. Under the leadership of the Duke of Blood Eagle, marching skeletons and stumbling zombies crossed the field.

King Charlie knew that if he let his army retreat now, he would never be able to regain their trust, especially after procrastinating them for so long, forcing them to watch the Duke of Blood Eagle ravaging their land.

King Charles knew that he must immediately lead his army, otherwise there would never be victory and glory, even if this represented a failure and disaster that might come.

In order to show the lady that his decision was due to bravery, not stupidity, he waved his spear and made the king's flag taut in the wind. He then lowered his spear and drove his horse forward. When the five thousand knights followed their kings into battle, the earth felt trembling as if feeling fear.

Any mortal army will be affected by this attack, even if they are the most vicious and deadly army in the world. When the knights' horses rushed into the enemy's lineup, hundreds of enemies were crushed, pierced by spears, or crushed by the horse's iron hooves.

But the silent legion serving the Duke of Blood Eagle has no soul to cause fear, and no one trembles with sympathy for their dead comrades. The undead just gathered around the knights all around, walking casually on their fallen bodies. It was then that the real battle began. 35xs

King Charlie fought side by side with his knights, smashing the rotten face with his spear, crushing the fleshy bones with his armor boots, and crushing only the epidermal head with the hoof that his horse swayed.

He and his knights fought from early morning to noon until a new undead warrior took him away. He was like a sailor drifting with the waves, struggling to free himself from the turbulent waves that engulfed him. Every time he cuts down an enemy, three monsters will replace it; every time he breaks a skinny spearman, a dozen monsters pierce him.

Faced with such figures, the king's courage began to collapse.

It was when he was hesitant, and the moment his undead enemies seemed to overwhelm him, King Charles got a breathing opportunity. It seems that all their evil energy has been exhausted, and skeleton soldiers and zombies are still standing still. Lifeless eyes stared at the king, and the fleshless arm put down the rusty sword and the broken spear.

A ray of hope rose in King Charles' heart, but was soon suffocated by a cold fear. The king could feel the existence of the vampire before he could see the Duke of Blood Eagle galloping in the rotting ranks of his army of ghouls.

The vampire wore steel armor stained with blood. The horse that carried him was a ghostly thing, consisting of bones and the flames of evil spells, and its rotten body was wrapped in something like black wild cowhide.

As the Duke of Blood Eagle progressed, the undead soldiers separated in front of him, opening a path between the Duke of Blood Eagle and the King.

The Duke of Blood Eagle and King Charles looked at each other on the battlefield. In the eyes of the Duke of Blood Eagle, a cruel and hell-like hatred burned. The king's expression became solemn and sad.

"You can't be satisfied with being a king." The Duke of Blood Eagle said, his voice low and vicious.

"You must also be the Duke of Aquitaine."

The Duke of Blood Eagle's face shrank back, and a rough growl came out, revealing his sharp fangs.

"Now you are nothing."

The king was not frightened by the words of the Duke of Blood Eagle. When he looked at the monster, there were tears in his eyes.

"The person I know is dead. Now it's time for him to find peace."

The Duke of Blood Eagle sneered and twisted his face.

"I want to make you immortal, Charlie! So I can torture you and kill you every moment. In this way, you can tell me death and tranquility!"

At that moment, King Charles was neither scared nor hated of this thing that was once his friend. He put down his spear somberly and drove towards the Duke of Blood Eagle. The vampire grinned fiercely, grinning fiercely, holding his spear in his hand, a steel thorn that had been stained with blood by the blood of a dozen knights.

With a wolf-like voice ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he rushed his ghostly horse to King Charles. At that moment, when the human and the monster approached each other, the evil darkness that the blood prince enchanted to his army began to shake. A ray of sunlight shot down from the black sky, like a white meteor falling into the world, covering King Charles.

The king's silver armor shone in the sun, adding a wonderful charm to the vampire's ugly face. The Duke of Blood Eagle staggered back to the saddle, waving his arms in front of his stinging eyes.

In an instant, the Duke of Blood Eagle was blind, but it was enough.

King Charles' spear pierced the vampire's blood-red breastplate violently, making a creaking sound, and the spear ripped through the steel plate like tearing parchment.

The Duke of Blood Eagle was pulled up from the saddle and twisted on the tip of the king's spear like a bug pinned by a pin.

King Charlie held up a struggling vampire, the tip of his spear pierced the heart of the Duke of Blood Eagle. The immortal demon furiously tried to survive in this situation, trying to pull his unclean body from the spear that nailed him.

King Charles felt his arm strength weakened, and the weight of the vampire and his struggle consumed his strength. But he drew strength from his determination and forced his tired arms to maintain their burden.

He severely forced himself to watch the vampire die. The monster's pale skin began to darken and wither, clinging to the bones under the dry skin. The eyes of Duke Blood Eagle turned into a pool of blood, and blood tears ran down his terrible face.

There was a terrible moan in the vampire's mouth, both pitiful and terrifying.

"Not to destroy this monster." When the king felt his power was weakening, he muttered to himself.

"Not to destroy this monster, but to redeem this person."