The Legend of Fatality

The three quickly set off again, and on the central staircase passing through the tower, the three quickly discovered the first archer. I saw the archer, wearing peasant's dirty clothes, leaning on the inner column with narrow steps. The blood stained his ears, blood on his eyes and nose. When the oat rod reached out to the archer to check if he still had signs of life, his body moved a bit, hit the stairs, and slowly slid down the steps. As the body rolled down the stairs, a strange bang reverberated in the stairwell.

This archer is one of many people who fled to the magic tower to avoid the attack of the Duke of Blood Eagle. He believed that the thick stone wall and the magic of the female prophet would protect him. But the ending is exactly the opposite, he found a strange and terrible way of death.

"Be alert." Viscount Melson warned. "The Banshee can kill you without seeing you. All she needs is her wailing." The elderly noble removed a ribbon from his hand sleeve and then took off the helmet from his head. He pulled the chain mail under the helmet and the cotton padding away, and began to wrap the ribbon around his head and wrap his ears. Sir Raymond noticed a faint fragrance on the ribbon, embroidered with the coat of arms of the Lancaster family.

"Cover your ears," Viscount Melson persuaded others. "This may help suppress the scream of the banshee."

Viscount Melson walked in front of his companions, carefully walking up the winding stairs. The air around the stairwell was cold and lifeless, and the breath of the elderly knight turned into frost before him. The blood stains on the center wall had crystallized, and weirdly flashed in the flickering torch light.

Viscount Melson's thoughts returned to Lancaster Castle, and his soldiers and knights were killed by a nightmare ghost that only killed her with her terrible voice. Faced with such a ghostly demon, he did not know whether courage and steel were enough to cause harm. All he knew was that he must work hard to stop this terrible ghost before any evil purpose that the Duke of Blood Eagle expected her to achieve.

Another archer's body lay on the steps, his face stiffened by pain and fear. Viscount Melson hesitated, stepped forward, leaned down, looked down at the dead man, and imagined how he died. He imagined the same fate waiting for him at the next corner. In the scene that emerged in his mind, he could see his face, only death and fear, and blood oozed from his lifeless eyes.

The elderly knight summoned his crumbling courage and whispered to the lady in hope that she would maintain his courage when he needed it. Viscount Melson crossed the dead archer carefully. He stared anxiously at the winding road ahead. The silk fabric his wife gave him almost deafened his ears. This is a good defense against the howling of the banshee, but now Viscount Melson finds that he hopes he can hear a little more and hear more sounds, so that some may be detected that can expose the existence of evil soul sound.

Viscount Melson was determined and continued to go upstairs. Another dead archer fell on the steps, and the man's hand was still caught on the shaft. In order to escape the torture of the banshee, the poor farmer pierced his ears with arrows. The elderly knight hoped that the dead man would get a little calm through his desperate behavior.

When Viscount Melson lifted his eyes from the hands of the dead archer, a terrible gasp erupted in his lungs. He stumbled back, almost tripping over the legs of the body under his feet.

Just a few feet away from him, there was a pale woman, her flirtatious body only wrapped in a thin shroud. The light ghost quickly drifted towards the knight. When she approached him, her beautiful face withered and collapsed into a skewed skull. The banshee opened her mouth and screamed with resentment.

Viscount Melson stumbled, feeling the howl of the Banshee tearing his body and his soul. Even though his ears could not hear the sound, the ghostly screams penetrated his brain. His whole body felt a sharp pain, which was like a thousand flames burning under his body. Despite this, the Cavaliers were grateful for all the protective measures he had made before. He knew that if the ears were not tied, the howl of the Banshee would directly kill him.

The anger of Giselle rose, and the knight's refusal to die was fuelled by fire. She waved the dagger held in her slender hand, and chopped off the staggering nobleman, trying to separate his head and shoulders.

If the Viscount Melson was not injured, the sword of the Banshee would now kill him on the spot. There is almost no space for a person to climb up the stairs with a sword in his right hand, close to the supporting pillar. There is certainly not enough space for the aged knight to block Giselle's waving sword.

But Viscount Melson was injured. He squeezed the sword in his left hand, his sword had enough space to swing out, and was cut on the blade of the mourning banshee. The short sword was taken from Giselle's ghostly hands by the desperate resistance of the elderly nobleman, and the blade rolled down the stairs, making a rattling noise.

Hateful anger burned in Giselle's skull den. The screaming banshee rushed towards Viscount Melson and grabbed him with ghostly fingers. The elderly nobleman could feel her hand piercing him like a cold knife ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ trembling through the flesh and armor. He waved his sword furiously, and the steel in his hands harmlessly penetrated the weak essence of the soul. Due to the pain, he knelt to the ground, and as the mourning banshee began to pull the helmet off his head, he slammed Giselle. The ghost has guessed how he survived her scream and is now planning to lift his protective measures.

Raymond and the oat rod ran up the stairs, and they were alert to the danger that the sword that Viscount Melson had knocked from the banshee brought him. The young knight stopped awkwardly, struggling to bypass Viscount Melson in order to attack Giselle. The banshee turned her head and screamed at the young knight again, but when she saw that the young knight had also taken protective measures for her killing wailing, her anger increased even more.

When the banshee was facing Sir Raymond there, the oat rod flew from behind the banshee. The hump-backed farmer walked around quietly from Viscount Melson, and the tip of his sword pierced the ghost. Giselle turned around and howled at the lame peasant. Now, no matter where she looked from all directions, the Banshee's face became fuller, and her beautiful facial features expanded outward, replacing the rotten head. She looked shyly at the few people in front of her and smiled shyly at them. Then, in a blink of an eye, she left and plunged into the wall of the tower.

At the same moment, Raymond pounced on the farther away, his sword sparking on the cold stone. Viscount Melson grabbed his arm and shook his head. It is impossible to hurt ghosts in this way. He pointed to the height of the tower. His meaning is clear. If they can't hurt the banshee, then at least they can find Aniston and take the female prophet to a safe place.