The Legend of Fatality

On the opposite bank of the Morso River, Sir Raymond and Viscount Melson stood on a mound not far from the bank. The two of them looked at each other with increasing fear, leaving only thousands left. The skeleton infantry began marching towards the river bank.

The archers under Sir Richard may have been hesitant to shoot at the "Duke of Blood Eagle" before, so now they are frantically shooting arrows at the advancing skeletons. Many skeletons in the Skeleton Army fell, and their skulls shattered into pieces under the impact of arrows, but every time they fell, it seemed that three more skeletons were still moving towards the river.

Even more worrying, from the other side of the river to the forest in the distance, all along the way are the subordinates of the Duke of Blood Eagle. Skeletons and zombies emerged from the forest along this route. The knights of Burtania stared at more and more enemies with serious expressions.

"They didn't expect to use that bridge." Sir Richard said this. He sounded very relaxed, and he didn't seem to worry about it, but as a leader, keeping calm was a very important advantage . The young general was bandaged on his arm and he joined the ranks of two knights to watch the Duke of Blood Eagle and his army arrive. "That bridge will take several weeks to repair, and I can assure you that my archers will never be soft on these monsters! The Duke of Blood Eagle will have to lose at least thousands of men before he can To bridge this gap. "

As Sir Richard spoke, the old knight who had been paying attention to the situation on the other side of the river narrowed his eyes, followed by a chill running down the spine of Viscount Melson. The elderly noble was full of fear in his voice. "I don't think the monster will use that bridge." He raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the forest where the enemy kept appearing. There, the zombies and skeleton soldiers in the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle turned to ghouls, attacked them from all sides, and cut them down with pitchforks and hooks. Those betrayed monsters desperately wailed in pain, sounding both pitiful and terrifying.

"That monster is really crazy!" Sir Raymond cried inconceivably. "He actually let his army attack each other!"

Viscount Melson shook his head tremblingly, his tone trembling. "He may be crazy, but the monster is still as cunning as the devil." He gestured again towards the river, where the skeleton army had been weakened by the ruthless arrows shot by the archer under Sir Richard, But their pace has not stopped. For those who are watching this, it is clear that the skeletons did not move in the direction of the bridge, but were wholeheartedly reaching the river itself.

"The ghouls are the only part of his army that is truly alive." Viscount Melson explained to the other two. "Because of this, they are no longer useful to the Duke of Blood Eagle. Only those soldiers who are alive need a bridge when crossing the Morso River."

The meaning in the Viscount Melson's words soon became apparent. The team of skeletons marching toward the river bank reached the river. The undead did not hesitate to continue their cruel march, plunging into a violent torrent. They wade through the water with difficulty, and finally sink completely into the water, disappearing from sight.

"This is impossible!" Shouted Sir Richard. "They can't go upstream! The Morso River has never been so violent! Nothing can resist the power of the river. The torrent will tear them apart! I believe the lady herself is working hard to stop the monster! Maybe swim across that river! "

Sir Raymond shook his head and understood the terrible facts they had witnessed. "The undead did not swim across the Morso River. They walked along the bottom of the river and supported themselves with spears and claws to resist the current. The Viscount Melson was right. The Duke of Blood Eagle did not need that one. bridge."

Sir Richard stared incredulously at the fading skeleton in the water. His plan to stop the Duke of Blood Eagle and to buy time for his father's allies failed, which caused him great pain. The longest time he could win the Duke of Gales was not days or weeks, but hours, which was far from the promise he had made to his companions. He told their companions in frustration.

"I think you won us at least one day, maybe two days." Sir Raymond corrected him, pointing to the other side of the river. The Duke of Blood Eagle and several terrifying skeletons in tattered Druid robes hovered around each corpse during the time of the slaughtered ghouls. The monster and his witches made paws on the faces of every ghoul corpse, muzzling some mean spells that the observer could not hear. When the evil monsters cast their undead spells, the ghouls' bodies began to twitch and stand up. These fresh zombies joined the rotten ranks of the infantry of the Duke of Blood Eagle.

"It will take time for them to pull up all the corpses left on the river bank in the distance." Sir Raymond continued ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They need to spend time to restore their energy after using these dark forces, which is right It's a good thing for us. "

"Dark moments will increase their vitality," Viscount Melson retorted. "During the hunt of the Blood Eagle, we also saw the same situation. I think we can only have one day's rest at most. When the sun goes down, the monster's army will start marching again.

Sir Richard understood the words of the two knights, who had the most direct contact with the Duke of Blood Eagle. He accepted their suggestions without hesitation. "My father's allies will not be able to arrive at Camranfield in time," he said helplessly. "In my mind, I want to have a long-lasting battle here, killing the dead as they emerge from the river. We can destroy a considerable part of them, but What is the purpose of doing this? We are only wasting our power here. In the end, even if the enemies rely solely on their sheer numbers, we will lose courage and drive us away from the battlefield. When they finally win a big victory At that time, the Duke of Blood Eagle only needed to lift up his conquered slaves, and then add our noble dead. "

Sir Richard turned his gaze to the opposite bank again, staring at the crimson figure of the Duke of Blood Eagle once again, and felt that there was an evil force surging on the monster. He understands that it is very unwise to fight a long-lasting attrition battle with these dead monsters. If you really want to deal with this monster, you must unite all forces.

"When the monster crosses the river, the Duke of Gales needs every sword he can get." Sir Richard turned and left the river, shouting orders to his officers, gathering their men and starting retreat.