The Legend of Fatality

Necromancer Jeffrey Huntington rubbed his hands with sarcasm. The **** rituals of the druids filled the ancient tombs with dead ancient horse kings. If each grave cannot provide hundreds of corpses, it can also provide at least dozens of corpses. Once such power is restrained under the will of the Duke of Blood Eagle, no one in Burtania can stop the Duke of Blood Eagle.

Whenever Jefferies thought of this, he wanted to kneel on the ground and pray to the gods he believed in, thanking this group of ancient Druids, and those horse king lords who chose to believe in Druidism. They left a rich legacy for the Duke of Blood Eagle or Jeffrey.

Jeffrey looked up at his vampire master. The Duke of Blood Eagle rode on his terrible horse and looked greedily at the rows of ancient tombs on the land before him. This monster seems to be the most enthusiastic about studying this huge mound called Hunting Dragon Mountain. Necromancer can easily guess the reason. Judging from the size of this mound, if this is also a tomb, the king buried in it must have a whole country with him. Or, at the thought of this, he was trembling with excitement, maybe this place was the tomb of the forgotten hero, and he had killed the evil venomous dragon a long time ago. Druids may bury the hero and the beast together.

Could that dragon's bone be in Hunting Dragon Mountain? This is a fascinating question. Jeffrey had read stories of necromancers who restored these powerful beasts to the illusion of life, and resurrected their reptile bones into giant zombies. He wondered if his knowledge of witchcraft was enough to create such a monster if they found a real dragon buried under that mound.

"You still have a lot of work to do here, wizard." The Duke of Blood Eagle said excitedly, a stream of air spewed from the gap between his sharp teeth exposed outside his lips, hissed, and then filled him with wildness His eyes turned to Jeffrey. "There is a breath of death on the ground here."

Jeffrey nodded in agreement. "Yes, Your Majesty." He flattered the monster. "Calling so many people out of the grave will cost us both, but when we do this here, your army will be the most powerful army in Burtania ever!"

"No," the Duke of Blood Eagle corrected him. "It won't be done here. I won't be satisfied unless I have a strong enough legion to clean Aquitaine. The **** face of Duke Blood Eagle shrank back like a beast and issued There was a rough growl. "Why-because I am no longer interested in Aquitaine, there is no bird, no rabbit, no mouse will stay and gasp. This land will suffer because of rejection of its owner. I want to turn Aquitaine into a house of corpses that makes the lady tremble and wince! Aquitaine ’s blood will be destroyed and burned like a poisonous plague! "

The oath made by this monster made Jeffrey tremble, and his pale face became pale with fear. There is no doubt that the Duke of Blood Eagle is serious. When he was crazy, he tried to fight a failed war again. In his sober state, this monster's ambition is to satisfy his long-denyed bloodthirsty desire and endure revenge for him to endure torture for decades in his grave. The pain of everything he lost, the pain of his wife ’s suicide, the pain of betrayal by his king, all these will be washed away from his soul by setting off a wave of slaughter in this land. This was enough to shock Jeffrey's distorted morality.

Jeffrey had long known that this monster was crazy, and even he learned how to use different methods to use the Duke of Blood Eagle in different moments of sobriety and madness. But what the monster is saying now will inspire anyone to fear-the people who slaughter the whole country. As the son of a peasant in Burtania, Jeffrey knew many aspects of Burtania, even Aquitaine.

If the Duke of Blood Eagle really fulfilled his oath, then people will not only face the problem of thousands of people dying. But when this monster possesses an army of undead established by the entire population of Aquitaine, can anyone in this world resist the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle?

Thinking of this, Jeffrey trembled, half ... only partly because of fear, and partly because of excitement. As the few people who stayed in Burtania in the Night Church, he did not have enough status to understand everything the church did, but if he could help the Duke of Blood Eagle to fulfill his oath, then he could soon become a pivotal member of the Night Church Characters.

"When we are done here, we will go to the grave of the ancient knight," the Duke of Blood Eagle continued. "Then I am ready to ride a horse against Duke Gaels and other traitor lords who have usurped my rule. I will rebuild the ruins and turn this land into my kingdom again—"

The voice of the monster's speech gradually disappeared, and a lingering light like a ghost shot into his eyes. Jeffrey looked at the majestic and domineering roar of the Duke of Blood Eagle into an expression of shock and fear. The Necromancer looked for what caused the monster to change in the direction of the Duke of Blood Eagle ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Through the dead tree, he saw a group of knights standing on a nearby ancient tomb.

In the dim moonlight, Jeffery could only recognize the outlines of people and horses, and the faint moonlight reflected on the shiny armor. He scoffed at the few riders. The current powerful army of the Duke of Blood Eagle will not be threatened by so few people. Even if each of them was reborn from Arthur Pan-Dragon, the founder of Burtania, they would never be able to defeat the undead legion arrayed behind the vampire banner.

These people can only observe and report to the Duke of Gales what they have seen. In fact, this is good for the necromancer's career. Any reports made by these people can make people feel hopeless and frightened. When they knew that the Duke of Blood Eagle was using the bones of Dragon Hunting Mountain to strengthen his team, it was difficult to bring cheers to the nobles of Aquitaine.

Jeffrey thought of the arrogant and daring nobles curled up on their throne, they were very happy, because they knew their end was coming, unstoppable, and merciless. Yes, Jeffrey intends to let these people off, let them bravely ride back to the Duke of Gales, and announce that the nobles have no hope to stop the Duke of Blood Eagle. This time, let them feel what is helpless and what is at the mercy of a person who is indifferent to their happiness.

When Jeffrey noticed the monster's uneasiness, he turned to advise the Duke of Blood Eagle to let go of these enemy scouts. The shocked expression of the Duke of Blood Eagle was replaced by a mask of ruthless hatred, which, by contrast, made Jeffrey ’s own dislike of the nobles funny.

"I ... I will send ghouls to drive those people away," Jeffrey said.

"King Charlie?" The Duke of Blood Eagle whispered, and as he said the name, his eyes shone red.