The Legend of Fatality

"Oh my god! These **** idiots!" Curdled Lord Carter as he came out of the castle stable. His warhorse has been uncomfortable recently, so the knight is responsible for supervising the work of the stable owner and the coachman. He may believe that an ordinary farmer can cure his wife's stomachache, but if he pays his warhorse to some lowly-born waste, then he is over.

The object of the knight's anger was the open space under the gatehouse of the castle guardhouse. For some reason, the iron gate of the castle has been opened, which directly violates the orders of Sir Lothal. Due to the recent death of the last son of the Earl of Toulouse, and the addition of King Charles to the army of the lords to Bill Barry, Lancaster Castle took strict security measures to prevent the Toulouse family from taking retaliatory measures. The most important of these is to close the gate of the castle after dark.

The banquet hall in the castle is holding a banquet to calm the ladies' emotions. Although it is a bit outdated, Sir Carter thinks there is nothing wrong with it. It is better to be out of place than to meet ladies who are crying all day long. But this is not the reason for the mistake in the security room.

Sir Carter walked angrily across the courtyard towards the guardhouse, with the thought hidden in his heart that a certain peasant soldier would be lashed out for this negligence. He started swearing at the soldiers guarding the guard room, and he was even more annoyed when no one came out of the narrow window to respond to his long curse. Do n’t they know that there are not enough knights in the castle?

Then, the knight noticed movement in the dark tunnel-like corridor beneath the porter. He stood for a while, an unexplained fear running down his spine, and he watched the movement gradually change into the shape of a rider. When the intruder appeared in the yard, Sir Carter's blood turned into ice.

There is only one twisted similarity between a rider and a human. His features are sharp and hairless, and his skin is pale and lifeless like a dead body. The red armor wrapped his huge body, and a black cloak rolled on his shoulders. Under him, the horse he was riding was made of glittering bones and rusty armor, and the skull was voodoo fire.

The Duke of Blood Eagle smiled at the frightened knight. The monster slowly raised his finger and pointed to Sir Card. A group of drooling things rushed out of the dark doorway, and fell on him before the knight could run a few steps towards the stable. The ghoul dragged the man to the ground and tore his body with fangs and poison claws.

Sir Carter's screams scared people towards the doors and windows of the castle. When the ghouls ate a special food at the screaming man, they were stunned in shock. Panic shouts and horrible shouts spread throughout the castle, replacing the joy that just echoed in the night.

The Duke of Blood Eagle waved his heavily-armed fist, beckoning the silent team behind him to the castle. Du Lancaster will be there, in the center of the castle. They will work hard to resist undead invaders and defend their homes. And that would be their mistake.

"Bring the zombie and guard the back door." The Duke of Blood Eagle shouted at Jeffrey. "If someone can pass by you, I can guarantee that before I leave you, you will be jealous of the dead."

The necromancer bowed reluctantly. Jeffrey is not a warrior, and what he is good at is not a battlefield

"Sir Kobining," the Duke of Blood Eagle snapped. "Take your person, guard the escape route." The monster closed his eyes and recalled the details of Lancaster Castle when his vassal Lancaster took him to visit the castle. "You will find the entrance under the blacksmith's shop," said the Duke of Blood Eagle.

The fleshless guy raised his sword to salute, and then strode away. Its skeleton warrior followed with almost mechanical precision. As Kobinin and Jeffery left, the Duke of Blood Eagle left behind ghouls and fifty skeleton warriors.

The monster watched the enemies closing the gate of the castle, trying to resist the attack of the Duke of Blood Eagle by this action, and suddenly had a contempt for them. Even when he is still alive, such a weak defense will not stop him. Now, under the control of the dark forces, the defenders' efforts will only fill the monster with contempt. These people are dead, just they don't know.

Arrows shot from the castle windows and fences pierced the barbed heads of several ghouls. The remaining ghouls fled and fled back into the darkness, leaving behind their own dead and injured companions. When the ghouls ran away, the archers by the window cheered, temporarily forgetting the majestic figure of the skinny steed in red armor.

This is their last mistake.

The Duke of Blood Eagle drew the fallen energy of the old night from the air around him, and weaved the essence of black magic of primitive essence with an instinctive ability that no one except the most powerful magician could reach. His dark soul bound power under his unyielding will and power under his command. He reached out his hand, his claw-like fingers stretched out into the night sky, and the Duke of Blood Eagle gave a harsh howling, releasing his spell.

A beast-like roar rang through the courtyard, interrupting the archers' premature celebration. The terrible sound immediately became the focus of the guards, and the terrible sound trembled in their bodies. The archers tremblingly pointed their weapons at the Duke of the Blood Eagle, and took more than thirty bows with arrows and aimed at the target.

The archer hadn't had time to let go of the deadly arrow, and a harsh scream struck the fortress. Every window is surrounded by flying wings and worm-like fangs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seems that there is an endless chattering corpse coming from the face. The archers were forced to lay down their weapons to protect their faces from the wings and sharp teeth of the live storm. The black magic of the Duke of Blood Eagle summoned hordes of bats to descend from the sky, and thousands of bats gathered on the fortress.

The Duke of Blood Eagle watched the bat sweep the archer from the low wall. The monster bravely steered the horse forward and slowly walked towards the oak gate that locked the castle gate. Skeleton warriors obediently followed their masters. Ten of them carried a thick piece of wood and moved almost like a machine under a heavy burden.

"Open the way." The monster ordered his undead soldiers. The skeletons grabbed the wood without hesitation and rushed into the thick oak door. The rough ram rammed into the portal violently, and the force of the blow shocked the skull. The bones recovered quickly, and neither their spirit nor their bodies were frightened by the attack. They left the gate and repeated their attack with the same mechanical precision.

The Duke of Blood Eagle no longer paid attention to the skeletons attacking him, but focused his attention on the ghost of Giselle. "Go in and open the way for me." The monster ordered the ghost witch. Giselle's beautiful face was corroded and shrank again into the crooked head of the banshee. The immortal witch floated obediently across the courtyard and flew towards the inner wall of the castle. When she reached the stone obstacle, she did not hesitate, but disappeared on the hard wall.

The monster hissed with satisfaction, watching his bat continue to torment people in the castle window. It won't be long now. The Earl of Lancaster escaped his claws in the early wars, but there is no power in the world to save his descendants from the revenge of the Blood Duke.