The Legend of Fatality

The scrawny horse of the Duke of Blood Eagle crosses the muddy path, which is the main road to the village of Jirel. The whole army did not encounter too many living people along the way, it seems that the news about the Duke of Blood Eagle has already spread. The villagers in every village always fled fast. These countrymen believed in the legend of the Duke of Blood Eagle more than the nobles in the castle. When they heard a little wind, they escaped without hesitation.

The same is true in the village of Jirel. Although there are some accidents, the villagers here seem to escape quickly and neatly. With the exception of a few pigs and a few chickens wandering around the open space in the village, there is no one in the village, like a grave. Skeletons in corrupt armour patrol the Duke of Bloodhawks, smashing the wicker doors of every hut they pass through, looking for any hidden inhabitants in each hut.

This monster can smell the rich spices and the salty sea breeze, as his troops searched for the king's private raiders in the city of Rashko in El Oba. These private raiders have no morals to say. They plundered into the wind, killed port officials and businessmen, and arbitrarily arrested the people as slaves. The Duke showed no mercy to these barbaric pirates; after each crew member was found, he would be dragged to the street and beheaded. For such an abominable villain, this is a kind fate.

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The Duke of Blood Eagle rode around in a circle, closing his eyes and forcing himself to concentrate. When he turned his horse back, Rashko's white walls gradually disappeared into his memory, and the mud houses and thatched roofs of the village of Jirel restored their distinct outlines. When the monster roared angrily, two skeletons pushed down a country shed, and began to search for the people in the ruins.

They certainly would not find Baron de Naval and the death knight sent together in the shed. But the Duke of Blood Eagle knew his slave was nearby, and he could feel the remnants of another monster's lingering essence, like the pain in the back of his skull. He did not know how Baron de Naval was defeated, he only knew that he had been defeated. Even King Charles and his royal knight did not participate in the destruction of Baron de Naval, because when the Duke of Blood Eagle met the King on the battlefield in Camranfield, the King did not lack cavalry. Even as a bait, Baron de Naval was disappointing.

Necromancer Jeffrey Huntington walked quietly along the street, surrounded by a group of ghouls. Although both the Necromancer and the Ghoul are degenerate life in the spirit, they are still living creatures and can move more freely than the real undead. But the mysterious power of the monster did not inspire his living servants to make greater efforts, they just got a chaotic command from the roar.

The long face of the Necromancer who had lost his precious mount and wealth was tense with dissatisfaction. Jeffrey thinks that he is too important to do more than reconnaissance. But he was sent in front of the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle, and was sent to sniff the terrain with those ghast ghouls, which was both shameful and shameful.

The Duke of Blood Eagle didn't care much about Jeffrey's opinion. The only purpose of a farmer is to obey the will of his master.

Although Jeffrey was very dissatisfied, he still completed the task that the monster gave him. The task was very simple, that is, to investigate the village where the villagers had long run out. However, even if Jeffrey is not a professional scout, he can see that the village seems to have been prepared. Even if the villagers run fast, there will always be stupid people who stay because of clumsiness or unresponsiveness. Some livestock have no living people at all.

"There may be trouble ahead of us," Jeffrey told the monster. The Duke of Blood Eagle frowned at the thin man, disliked the stiff tone in his voice.

"The villagers here, they gathered in the cemetery, where they built defensive works and made spears." When Jeffrey noticed the monster's displeasure, his tone was full of regret. But he had to bite the bullet and continue to report his findings. "There is a small chapel in the middle of the cemetery. I can feel the power it emits. A force that runs counter to the power that supports the undead."

The Duke of Blood Eagle nodded while listening to Jeffrey's report. "Then your task is to dispel the magic that protects the church and break its spell. Bring the ghouls."

Jeffrey ’s eyes were full of fear, and the monster seemed to have no understanding of what he was saying, so sending himself to him was simply letting him die. "My magic is useless!" He protested loudly. "I can't summon a corpse so sanctified from the ground! My spell will be cancelled! I even wonder if I can mobilize enough magic there!"

"Then you must break this curse." The Duke of Blood Eagle responded with a roar. "Your spell is powerful enough to crush the spell that trapped me in the grave. You should be enough to defeat those who protect the church."

Jeffrey shook his head coweringly. "No, it's different! I have time to check the spell on your grave ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to understand how the spell works, and then cast a spell on the spell. And I don't know what magic guards this place!"

The monster exposed his fangs and said with a smile. "Then you will find out soon, mortals. Take the ghouls and walk around the graveyard. I will lead my troops to attack the fortifications head-on. When the defenders approach me, ready to fight back, you will Behind them, attack the chapel. "

The Necromancer was still dubious about the arrangement of the monster, twisting his body in his long black coat reluctantly. "Master, what if I can't break the spell? Then all this is in vain. Wouldn't it be more reasonable to find another servant?"

"If your magic is not strong enough to serve me, then you are useless to me, farmer." The Duke of Blood Eagle threatened sharply. He made a gesture with his hand and greeted the skinny Sir Kobining to them. The heavily-armed knight stared at Jeffrey with his eyes blazing with the flames of witchcraft. "Sir Kobining will accompany you. He will protect you and make sure you reach the chapel safely. If you can't break the spell, he will take your bed bug head off your shoulder."

When Jeffrey heard the monster announce his death, he shivered. However, when he stared at the Duke of Blood Eagle, he found that the monster could no longer listen to any arguments. The monster has made up his mind. The necromancer's task now is to either serve him or die.

Jeffrey decided to take orders and left with the ghoul. They circled around the village of Jirel and decided to attack the cemetery from the sparse forest on the north side. When the Necromancer retreated, the skinny figure of his protector and potential executioner followed him, and a skinny fist clenched tightly against the rusty hilt.