The Legend of Fatality

Sir Raymond watched the undead army approaching. The knight silently prayed a thankful prayer to the lady. For a long time, these undeads stood motionless on the edge of the field in the Camranfield Plain, filling everyone's heart with despair. Doubts creeped into everyone's mind, fearing that the Duke of Blood Eagle would choose to retreat under such circumstances without stepping up his offensive. Because there is no better place to face the monster, and there is no better place to destroy the powerful army of undead.

When Sir Raymond saw the army of skeletons and zombies surging again, he felt relieved that he had temporarily forgotten the horror of not long ago. Then, those terrifying things screamed back into his body, making goose bumps on his arms. The stench of death and evil magic, the terrible appearance of thousands of corpses traveling on the earth, the rustling of rusty armor on the bones of flesh and blood, and the hymns of blasphemous desecration of the undead druids. This is different from fighting a dead enemy of one's own, or riding a horse to fight a half-orc or killing an ogre. It's like a war, with only one enemy that no one can beat-death itself.

Warmness and calmness returned to the body of the young knight. Sir Raymond was grateful for the soothing white magic of the female prophet Aniston. He needs her strength to maintain his courage. Everyone needs it. Responsibilities and obligations can only drive a person to go so far, until his body betrays him. Even the family's shame brought him a heavy burden, and it was not enough to strengthen his heart to face the terrible side of the battlefield dominated by the Duke of Blood Eagle. Standing in front of the Legion of Death requires more than mortal courage.

Over the battlefield, you can see the Duke of Gales, who was riding on Pagasos and hovering over the position on the side of Aquitaine. In the Duke's hands were flying colorful flags, and a flag with a white stripe indicated that the knights would stand firm. The Duke and his generals arranged a series of complex signals that allowed him to make the most of his magical horse. Overlooking from the air, Duke Gaels has an unprecedented sense of the battlefield. He can see that things are going much faster than the commanders on the ground. If the Burtanians want to win, advance warning of undead tactics will be crucial.

"Duke Gaels made a huge sacrifice," Viscount Melson said, his voice full of admiration. "He chose to lead his army instead of provoking such a duel. With Pagasos, he can attack the heart of the undead army and directly confront the **** monster."

"My father might do the same." Sir Richard said. "But he will not take the outcome of this war to take risks, just to fight our enemies for himself."

Sir Raymond shook his head, not understanding what Sir Richard said. "If Duke Gaels could kill Duke Bloodhawk, the army of that monster would collapse. The female prophet Miss Aniston emphasized this in every war meeting."

Sir Richard glared at Sir Raymond with a reproachful look. "What if my father fails? What if he is killed by the Duke of Blood Eagle deep behind the enemy? We will lose the advantage of his command, and Pagasus' wings will give him a favorable position. Without his command We will fight like a blind man. "Richard gritted his teeth and flushed. "Worse, my father knew that his cautious strategy would fail. We will rush towards the undead recklessly, determined to recapture his body from the evil hand of the monster. We will no longer consider victory. Only revenge."

Duke Gaels displayed a yellow flag over his head, waving from right to left. This was an order for the archers on the mountain, and they were instructed to change their positions. The Duke's banner suddenly stood still. Then, after a crazy gesture, the white flag appeared again. The Duke of Gales waved them furiously, and the effect was like a fierce shout, shaking the onlookers and their commander, as if begging the knights to hold on to their positions.

"Duke Gaels seems very urgent to think that we should stay here," Viscount Melson said suspiciously.

"He was almost worried that we would disobey his orders," Sir Raymond agreed with Viscount Melson.

Sir Richard's expression became suspicious. "Something is wrong, this is obvious. But why does he think we will?"

As he spoke, the heir of the Duke had stood up from the stirrup of the saddle, looking at the advancing skeleton in the field. Like the Britanians, they put their cavalry at the forefront. It was a solid wall made of horse bones and rusty zebra armor. The knights with skull faces grinned at the enemy in the distance With. In Sir Richard's view, the behavior of the Duke of Blood Eagle fully met his father's expectations, and he went straight into the trap prepared for him. Then, there was a commotion in the ranks of the undead. A terrible figure appeared on the moving skeleton.

"May the kind lady bless us!" Sir Richard took a breath when he saw the filthy behavior. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https: //

The knights of Aquitaine knew that they had left the bodies of the fallen comrades on the Morso River. They have accepted the fact that the monster must apply his abominable magic to the corpse. In this battle, they are likely to face the resurrected body of dead friends and relatives. These people have accepted the fear brought by the Duke of Blood Eagle. They have made up their minds and are ready to fight their former comrades.

The abominable thing they are seeing is far more terrible than they thought. The Duke of Blood Eagle did apply dirty magic to their dead comrades, but they did not march with his evil army. Instead, they were lifted high, inserted on a huge pole, and lifted high into the air like a terrible flag. If such a brutal and obscene treatment of the knight's body was not enough, the Duke of Blood Eagle created yet another atrocities.

Like the body of Earl Robert de Toulouse ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The Duke of Blood Eagle resurrected the corpse of his enemy. They wriggled around the wooden pile, trying to grab the pole, like an insect pinned by a pin.

When the knights recognized some tortured bodies, screams of anger and hatred poured out from their ranks. Overhead, the signal from Duke Gaels became even crazier. A row of arrows screamed past the knights' heads, and the archers were still shooting at the undead, although they were still out of range. This was the last time the Duke of Gales desperately tried desperately to remind his soldiers of the plan, the trap, and the role they played in it. Starting

Reminder is not enough to contain the knights' anger. There are few commanders who are calm enough to execute orders and hold their ground.

Sir Richard's fist clenched his spear tightly. Compared with the people around him, he felt it was a shame to leave the body behind him. Shame turned into anger, and determined to make the Duke of Blood Eagle pay the price for this kind of downhill path. Sir Richard felt that he was deeply insulted by this behavior, and his self-esteem and pride were restored only when he saw the monster's head nailed to the nail above the gate of O'Quinn Castle.

"A bucket of gold and a silver sword are dedicated to the person who gave me the **** monster's black heart to my hand!" Sir Richard shouted. Viscount Melson reached out and grabbed the reins of the Duke's heir, trying to stop what happened next. This is the last effort to save the Duke of Gales' battle plan, but unfortunately it is doomed to failure.

"For Aquitaine! For the lady!" Sir Richard screamed as he led the charge against the army of undead.