The Legend of Fatality

In the hallway of the magic tower, there were continuous footsteps, the most loud of which was the heavy noise of metal iron boots on the marble floor. The sound quickly moved down from the top of the tower.

"We must send you to a safe place," Sir Raymond argued. When the female prophet Aniston strode down the long corridor, the knight had difficulty keeping up with her. "The Duke of Blood Eagle sent a hand to kill you. When he knew that the Banshee had failed, he would try again."

The female prophet Aniston shook her head. "The Duke of Blood Eagle doesn't even know my existence," she told Raymond. "He was busy trying to kill my respected former mentor, the female prophet Beckinsale, and he had no time to take care of me."

Sir Raymond's brow furrowed when he heard it, and he was at a loss. "It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make any sense at all," he said.

"No, that's not the case," she said to Raymond. "That's why it took me so long to understand what the monster was doing." The female predictor Aniston stared at Raymond's face, then turned her eyes to the Viscount Melson who followed them into the hall.

"Masters, believe me, in fact, the Duke of Blood Eagle is insane. The female prophet Beckinsale sealed him in a monument that King Charles had unwisely built to commemorate who the monster was. Over the years, The Duke of Blood Eagle has been trapped in his tomb. It cannot escape. It cannot die. This is enough to drive the monster crazy. "

Viscount Melson shook his head and punched his body with fists. "I don't care about these," he said to the female prophet Aniston, annoyed in his voice. "I just want to know how to destroy this monster."

"Come with me, I will show you." The female prophet Aniston led the two knights to the hall. She opened an oak door and greeted them to a high balcony, from where they could overlook the lake of tranquility and the fields encamped by the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle.

The horizon on the horizon was covered with dark and thick clouds, and the sun floated heavy and bloated in the clouds. The female predictor Aniston tried to open her eyes, it was a long day. Terrible days. The land around her, which used to be so familiar and safe, has now become a different scene, and the undercurrent of dark magic stirs it. No living person wants to camp overnight in this place.

The two knights gasped in horror at the scene seen on the field. In such a high place, they can clearly see the size of the army that monster assembled.

Not hundreds, not even thousands, but tens of thousands of skeleton warriors lined up on the battlefield. These are not the only troops under the command of the Duke of Blood Eagle. Hundreds of zombies are still standing on the guard line around the magic tower, and hundreds of zombies are standing outside the black tent of the Duke of Blood Eagle, maintaining a statue-like silence. Crowds of cannibal ghouls wandered around the undead camp like hungry dogs. The trees near the Camp of the Duke of Blood Eagle were covered with bats with black, tough fur. These weird bats were pulled from the cave by the monster ’s black magic.

The female prophet Aniston ignored all this and turned their attention to the terrible death knights who played for the Duke of Blood Eagle. They were scattered on the plains and ran around. From this height, the chaotic behavior of these death knights is obvious. Before this, Raymond thought that these death knights were looking for an ancient tomb that their master could plunder, but now he is not so sure. In his view, these monsters seem to be busy looking for something else. Something they didn't anticipate or discovered from this weird behavior.

"They went to the village in the name of their abominable host to carry out the massacre," explained the female prophet Aniston. "They were instructed to level the villages destroyed by the Duke of Blood Eagle and the female prophet Ms. Beckinsale decades ago. Those destroyed villages had never been rebuilt, and the land was also escaped by a few people. Abandoned. Over time, even the ruins of the village have been engulfed by nature. Those dark knights have been looking for things that no longer exist. "

"The Duke of Blood Eagle is destined to fight for his past." Sir Raymond said, trembling in his voice. He saw the doubtful look on the faces of the female prophet Aniston and Viscount Melson, and he turned around. He explained: "At this time the monster we killed in the chapel in the village of Girel said." Raymond paused and continued. "When we tried to forcibly enter the chapel, it heard what we said. When it knew our name, it said something about all the ancient foes, 'Duke Blood Eagle is destined to fight for his past.'. It didn't make much sense to me at the time, "Sir Raymond admitted with a shrug.

The female predictor Aniston took the knight's hand and strode forward. "This is the only thing that makes sense," she said excitedly. "I have been staring at the crystal ball pool for a long time, trying to predict the Duke of Blood Eagle's plans. No matter what I do, I can't let me see the monster's intentions, his plans for the future. It is because of the monster's madness that I cannot predict him The future, because the heart of Duke Blood Eagle is imprisoned in his own past. In addition to a short sobriety, Duke Blood Eagle really believes that he is in the past, not just to reproduce the battle that was a long time ago ~ www.wuxiaspot. com ~ and actually fighting again! "

"Then, by going back in history, we can do what your magic cannot." Viscount Melson said, "We can predict where that monster is going and what he plans to do next!"

"If we can tell the Duke of Gales this news, we will be able to kill the monster when it is most vulnerable!" Sir Raymond shouted excitedly. But the joy of the young knight quickly turned into anger. He slammed the railing with his fist, making a bang. "But when the Duke of Blood Eagle now traps us in this magic tower, we can do nothing! We can't kill a path from his army!"

"We don't need to do this," the female predictor Aniston assured Sir Raymond. "Ultimately, the Duke of Blood Eagle will return to his conscious state again. Some things will bring his thoughts back to reality. When this happens, he will realize how fragile and unbearable his undead army is here. With one blow, he will lift the siege of the magic tower by himself. "

"What if the monster is still trapped in his hallucinations?" Viscount Melson asked worriedly.

The female predictor Aniston shrugged and said helplessly. "A few decades ago, the initial siege lasted only a few weeks, and just a few weeks later, the Duke of Blood Eagle withdrew his army in response to King Charles ’s response to Count Norrons, the wine country of Aquitaine. Collar invasion. To some extent, this monster will think that he must leave here in order to respond to King Charles' attack. "

The female prophet Aniston pointed to the evil army below. "Adult, we must be patient. Time is now our ally. Anyway, it will always betray the Duke of Blood Eagle in one way or another."