The Legend of Fatality

"I will not ask you to stay. I know that your pride and honor are so great. I know that nothing can make you give up your duties to the king, and nothing can stop you from dedicating your sword to the cause of justice and justice. "The Duchess of Hathaway put her arms around her husband, her soft lips against his neck." "Just promise me, promise me you will come back to me."

"Even the lady can't let me leave you," the Duke said, holding Hathaway tightly in his arms. "We will go to defeat this villain Jafar, drive his pirates out of Istania, and send them back to their desert. I will come back before the harvest."

The Duchess pulled her away from him. She looked up and smiled at his optimistic promise, but she couldn't see a smile in her eyes.

The Duke noticed Hathaway's uneasiness. He bent his knees and knelt in front of his wife. He took her little hand in his hand and turned it over so he could kiss her palm. "The king needs me. I am the best swordsman in Aquitaine, that is to say the same in Burtania. If we want to liberate Istana from the pagans, we need to use the best warrior."

"I know this. I am the wife of a great duke, not the wife of a farmer." Hathaway assured him, but there was still a trace of fear in her voice.

The Duke stood up, mocking his wife's anxiety and pretending to be indifferent. "Why care so much about this?" He asked. "I have also experienced more dangerous missions before. Remember I helped the Duke Clarence launch a battle against the orcs on the upper Loire River last summer? Or when I hunted down with Duke Bateford When he was the evil dragon in the mountains of his territory? Or when I spent a month in the court of the Duke of Somerset and had to endure Somerset ’s raw seafood diet? "When he told the last joke , He tried to scratch his wife's throat. But she refused to take a step back.

"Seriously," she said, and tried to restrain her chills. "I know you have done many bold and reckless things."

"Some people would call it a heroic act," the Duke quipped. "But I am almost certain that if you have stared at a Somerset lobster, you will find that it is entrenched in your plate, which is very large." He saw that his frivolous words did not make Heather Wei's mood eased. He covered his mouth with regret and waved his hand in apology.

Hathaway began to pace the dense carpet in the living room, sorting her thoughts, trying to express her indescribable fear in words. Her footsteps took her to a narrow window, which allowed light and air to enter the room. She stared at the gate of the castle, watched the guards patrol the walls of the castle, watched the craftsmen and merchants walk through the narrow streets outside the castle, and took their goods to the market to sell. Everything seemed so calm, so normal, she couldn't help but think that her fear was naive and unfounded. However, no matter how she tried to rationalize them, she could not get rid of them.

"Something is going to happen, some dark power that I don't understand." She said to the Duke. "Wake up every night, I can see it, a black figure envelopes you. Reach out and take you away from me!"

"You sound like the female prophet Beckinsale," the Duke said to her. "The next time you think you see this ghost, wake me up so I can see it too."

Hathaway's face became pale. She rushed to her husband and took his hand. "I never want you to see it," she said breathlessly. "This is a sign, a warning! If you walk with the king, there must be something evil waiting for you!"

"I can't abandon the king, just like he won't abandon me." The duke said to her, with a painful note in his voice, because he knew his words would hurt his wife. "I must join his crusade against Jaffar, the magic king of the magic kingdom of Al Euba."

The Duchess of Hathaway turned her head. "I know what you are going to do," she said. "But be careful. Remember the nightmare of a stupid woman. Don't let the darkness take you away from me."

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A cloud of smoke rose from the burning village, and a black curtain of death enveloped the calm crystal lake. When trees fell one by one to the ground, the sound of an axe chopping the tree came from the forest. When the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle searched the ground, fields and pastures were trampled under their feet.

The monster looked at his troops from the top of a rocky hill, alive and immortal, performing his orders as well. Residents in this area, whether they are humans, children, or beasts, are not immune. When he completes the plan, the land around the magic tower will become a barren land, comparable to the most abominable desert in Ai Erbai. This wasteland will become a terrifying monument, proving his power and authority.

In the fields, the engineers of the Duke of Blood Eagle began to build siege machines. He needed these siege machines to destroy this ancient fortress. The huge wooden tower is covered with animal skins torn from slaughtered animals, the huge round tower is equipped with bricks and stones plundered from the ruins of the lady ’s chalice and the altar And huge catapults, ballistas throwing spears and spiral holes. Such an arsenal is unprecedented in Aquitaine.

There are things in Aquitaine's fields that I have never seen before. The Duke of Blood Eagle shifted his gaze from the living slave to the undead slave. He watched a group of zombies lift huge piles into the air. There was a captive peasant struggling on each. The zombies have erected these pierces in prisoners in a small forest. When they are finished, this grove that belongs to the Duke of Blood Eagle will extend to the shore of the tranquil lake, which will dwarf the garden where the monster is built on the rock.

From the magic tower, above her balcony, the female prophet Beckinsale could see the **** forest built by the monster. The pierced peasant needs many days to die, and this treacherous witch will be able to enjoy every moment of pain. The cry and moan of the dying person will sing to her when she falls asleep, and welcome her when she wakes up. She can see crows and jackdaws flying around in the forest, whether they eat dead or dying people ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Duke Blood Eagle grinned at the tower when he saw the loneliness on the high platform Sneered when she was a woman. This is the pain she brought to these people, not him. She refused to recognize his right to rule Aquitaine. She refused to show him the lady's favor. The female prophet Beckinsale connected her fate with the fate of the usurper. The treacherous **** dare to call herself just Charlie.

When he rode up to the tower to ask for her support and the lady's blessing, the **** witch tried to kill him. Her spell burned his body and scorched his armor. If he were a living mortal, she would succeed where all the murderers sent by the Baron Huguenot de Naval had failed. But the Duke of Blood Eagle is no longer a mortal, he has withstood the magic of this witch. The only thing this **** witch can do is drive him out of her magic tower.

Now he is back, with his army, the Duke of Blood Eagle is about to break the fortress of the female prophet Beckinsale. He would see the witch kneeling at his feet, begging for his mercy. Before she wanted to let her die, she must be happy to give him the grace of this lady.

Aquitaine belongs to him! From now on and forever belongs to him! Neither the lady nor her rebellious servant can deprive the Duke of Blood Eagle from inheriting the birthright!

The monster narrowed its eyes and stared at the tower of the magic tower, full of hatred. "When all this is over, you will regret betraying me, witch! I'm going to tear down this place stone by stone, and then drag your body out of the rubble heap! There is more death than this A worse fate, woman! Your fate will be more miserable than death, and you will show it to everyone! "