The Legend of Fatality

The afternoon sun did not illuminate the gloomy atmosphere covering the cemetery of Camranfield. Sir Raymond could feel the sticky stench of the place seeping out of his armor and into his skin and bones. This feeling made him sick and made him goose bumps. He had never felt this way since he became a valiant ranger knight, searching for ghouls and people abandoned by goddesses in abandoned villages. When you face the feeling of inhuman evil and black magic, a person will never forget it.

Raymond looked back at the grassy hillside and saw the old tree they were riding on. The animals refused to be brought closer to the cemetery, forcing Raymond and the oat straw to climb up the hillside on foot. It is not particularly surprising that the donkey riding on an oat rod has this timid behavior. Like peasants, little donkeys have no courage and courage. But for Raymond, the fear of his beautiful and annoying warhorse shocked the knight. It has been five years since the horse became his mount. He has fought against the orcs and beasts many times. When he rode it into the enemy, the horse never showed a moment of hesitation.

These mounts are not the only animals frightened by unnatural evil pollution around the cemetery. Black crows were on the entire hillside. These scavengers were attracted to the graveyard by the stench of death, but they were too scared to land on the grave. This was a terrible sight, and it did not alleviate Sir Raymond's nervousness, nor did he calm down his concerns about his uncle.

Whether he had any doubts about whether Giselle actually brought Count Robert to the secret tomb of the Duke of Blood Eagle, this doubt would soon disappear.

The two strode into the dark graveyard. As they walked between the graveyards, the last warm sunlight in the afternoon left them behind. When he noticed a black spot splashing on a tombstone, his pulse quickened. The oat stalk hurried towards the tomb, put his hand on the faded stone, and scratched a little mark with his finger. He rubbed his fingers as if there was something **** his skin. When he announced his discovery, his expression was serious.

"Blood, my master," said Oatmeal. Considering the dryness of the material, he added: "It is about three or four days." Before he was injured, the oat straw was one of Earl Robert's most trusted servants and was often called to participate in noble hunting. Sir Raymond was ready to believe the oatmeal's estimate of time.

Sir Raymond stared at the tomb around him. They all seemed too disrespectful, and could not be the tomb of the Duke of Blood Eagle. Although he did not know what a secret tomb of a monster would look like, but somehow, he felt that if he saw it, he would know.

"Let's go ahead," Sir Raymond said, pointing at the labyrinthine tomb. His words paled the oatmeal, but the farmer's regret was sincere. He really regretted letting Count Robert take this path, and he would make compensation if possible. If this means following Sir Raymond directly into the monster's den, let it go.

The sun had just begun to set down, and the two finally came to the marble monument in the center of the cemetery. Throughout the afternoon, they walked a tortuous path in the tomb. Sometimes they found more evidence of violence here before. Sometimes they even found an abandoned sword or a broken dagger. Oatmeal has confirmed that one of the knives belongs to a man named Bayern who is one of the followers of the witch Gisele.

When he saw the monument, Sir Raymond knew they had found what they were looking for. Intuition, hunch, no matter what strange thoughts come into his mind, the knight knows that the monster is buried here. Earl Robert came here to avenge the Lancaster family and Sir Lotel. It was here that the honor of the Toulouse family was shattered. Broken like the shattered front of the monument.

Goddess's pity! The oatmeal screamed and pointed in horror at the statue on top of the monument. Sir Raymond heard the farmer's cry and followed his gesture, seeing what made Raymond feel his blood cold. A corpse was inserted into the sword held high in the hands of the statue, and he recognized it very clearly.

Earl Robert found what he was looking for, but it ruined him. Here, like all children of Aquitaine, Sir Raymond grew up listening to the evil story of the Duke of Blood Eagle. He still remembers the story of the forest that the monster built around Aquitaine ’s castle, a scary forest made of punctured corpses from those who resisted his killing rule. So many years in the grave have not reduced the monster's desire for terror.

"I have to get him down." Sir Raymond said, his voice very gloomy. No matter what crime his uncle had committed, seeing the Earl's body treated so rudely, his soul was greatly hurt. Sir Raymond knelt in front of the pillar of the monument and began to take off his armor to climb the monument more easily.

"It's better to leave him where he is," came a gruesome voice between the graves.

Sir Raymond turned quickly, he waved his arms, his sword was ready. The oatmeal rod drew a dagger from the belt and placed itself in a place where it could protect the knight's flanks. Both men stared boldly at the dark shadow standing between the two granite tombs. How long has this person been standing there, no one can guess.

The stranger strode out of the shadows, revealing that he was a strong man, wearing black armor and a black coat with a crow tumbling in the breeze around him. When they saw the knight wearing black and grey clothes, Sir Raymond and the oatmeal were relieved. They worried that the stranger would wear crimson clothes, just like the dress in the story.

"That's my uncle on it." Sir Raymond provoked the Black Knight. "Like a snail stuck on a stick!"

"Whether he is your relative or monarch, you better keep him on it." The Black Knight warned. To illustrate his point, the knight reached out and grabbed a stone. He threw stones at the monument and hit the leg of the punctured body. The body of Count Robert de Toulouse jerked up and went in the air.

At that moment, Raymond even believed that his uncle might be alive, but the tragic dismemberment of Earl Robert's body and the more terrible way he moved now made the knight aware of this terrible fact. His uncle was dead, and his physical abuse was dirtier than Raymond had imagined.

"If you leave him in the middle of the night, I will bring him down," the Black Knight suggested. "I know there is a ritual that can eliminate the evil power on your uncle's body. Then, maybe his soul can get some peace."

"If you can do what you say, I will appreciate you." Sir Raymond told the strange knight.

"I can do this. I'm Sir Dane-Gattler-Whitman, the gatekeeper of the Kirill Church," the knight said, bowing to Sir Raymond. "There are very few secrets that I do not know about the dead."

Sir Raymond shook his head. He had heard a vague rumor that a knight had lived in a village called Girelle, but he never gave them too much trust. "If you know so much, maybe you can tell me what effect this has on the Earl Robert de Toulouse?" He asked.

"You already know what's going on." Sir Whitman said. "Whether unintentionally or intentionally, your uncle has released a kind of evil that has not been seen in this land for hundreds of years. Now the evil has temporarily disappeared, disappeared in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to accumulate power. In the past few During the month, I often came to this cemetery and was attracted by an inexplicable fear. But in the end, I was too late to stop my fear of doom. "

Sir Whitman stared at Raymond seriously. "Three nights ago, my hunch was getting stronger and stronger, and I had reached a point where I could n’t ignore it. I rode from the village of Girel in the middle of the night, but it was too late. Evil has been released. What I can do It is to stay, to bring peace to this poor soul, he was left behind by the monster he released. "

Raymond reinserted his sword into the scabbard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ glanced desperately at the scratching thing on the top of the monument. "I thank your vigil on behalf of my master." Raymond said sincerely. "But isn't it better to track down what caused this?"

"The thing you said has a name, although now you are afraid to use it," Sir Whitman said. "The Duke of Blood Eagle may go to many dark places, we don't know its destination. There are too many goals, one ... even two knights can't find anything. There is no guarantee that we will successfully complete the mission. There is nothing like This monster is more dangerous to fight on its own territory. "

Sir Raymond clenched his fists. "Then we let the Blood Duke run away?"

Sir Whitman shook his head. "That would be a greater sin than releasing him. No, we have to arm ourselves and prepare. The Duke of Blood Eagle will not hide for too long. When his hatred and madness become irresistible, he will attack. "

The Black Knight pointed to Raymond over there. "You must ride to Duke Gales and warn him that his territory is in danger. It is difficult for Duke Gals to believe that this evil monster is coming back to torture Aquitaine, but you must do this a little."

Sir Raymond nodded and agreed. "I want to meet Duke Gales, but what do you do?"

"I'm going back to Gerald," the Black Knight said. "I'm going back to the church there, ready to resist the attack of the Duke of Blood Eagle."

"How can you be so sure that the Duke of Blood Eagle will come to you?" The suspicion of the oat straw made him forget his position and interrupted the conversation between the knights brashly.

Sir Whitman stared coldly at the farmer. "The Duke of Blood Eagle will come to Guillermo," he said. "He will come because he left something there many years ago."