The Legend of Fatality

The Duke of Blood Eagle looked at the poor female prophet wincing before him. Despite Beckinsale's so much magic, so much bragging foresight, and so many blessings that are said to have been given to her by the lady, she was trembling like any other woman in front of him.

She will suffer, this betrayal's bitch, who plot to steal everything from him, and give it to a hand-to-hand usurper! She will lose everything the beloved wife of the Duke of Blood Eagle endured Pay the price in pain. She will know what it's like to be really cursed.

The vampire jumped off the horse. He will let the female prophet taste the destruction. And her destruction was not a hasty thing, but a plague that kept her bound to him in the dark forever. He frowned at this crying, tired, leaning against the gate of the tomb. The Duke of Blood Eagle's fangs made a mocking voice. If this woman wanted to join the ranks of the dead, she would soon get her wish.

At least for a while.

Blood Duke strode toward the tomb and blocked the eerie light from the marble wall with his hand. He could feel the divine power trying to repel him, forcing him to leave this sacred land. If the female prophet Beckinsale was not so reckless and not so desperate to use the power of this place, perhaps this aura to protect here was enough to overwhelm the vampire's strong determination. In fact, the cause of the energy dissipation here comes from a roar from the Duke of Blood Eagle.

"We meet again," Duke Blood Eagle growled at the woman who fell to the ground. "Your goddess abandoned you. Your king abandoned you. Now you belong to me." The vampire stood above her and stretched out his clawed hand.

The female predictor Aniston raised her head and stared at him with wide frightened eyes. She tried her best to look away, but it was too late. She was already attracted by the hypnotic gaze of the Duke of Blood Eagle. Even if the world cracked under her feet, she would be attracted by those hot eyes.

Following the gesture of the vampire, the woman stood up, using the power that she did not know where she came from. The Duke of Blood Eagle grinned evilly at her, his fangs were open, and his wolf-like tongue licked his bloodless lips greedily. He began to lean down towards her, trying to bite his fangs into her soft, white throat. The vampire grabbed himself and threw himself back.

"No," he made a hoarse voice. "It will not be so easy for you. You will share my curse completely, instead of becoming a mentally retarded pest like Huguenot de Naval! You will realize that it takes away what you used to The horror of all times, you will cherish everything you have lost! "Duke Blood Eagle's hand held his steel breastplate tightly and tore it apart, as if it were just a coarse cloth, exposing the pale chest . He poked up the cold meat with his thumb and poked a blood vessel, and blood gurgled from there.

"You want to drink my blood," said Duke Blood Eagle. "You will drink my curse and become a cursed person!"

The vampire reached out to reach the woman's neck, trying to force her lips to stick to his bruised chest. When he reached out to find her, he hesitated. There was a faint smile on the corner of Beckinsale's mouth, which was an imperceptible, almost taunting contempt—an expression used to express victory.

After a moment, a dark shadow fell on the Duke of Blood Eagle. The majestic wings beat him and knocked him to the ground.

"Release that woman, beast!" An angry voice shouted. "I swear by the holy sword of King Dragon, I will hack you to death like a worm!"

The Duke of Blood Eagle rolled across the ground, and his powerful wings continued to flap him. The vampire growled at the attacker. King Charles, who usurped the throne, finally condescended to challenge him. He disagreed. His brother has lost the grace, control, and command that he had during the long battles in the desert. He looked like a ragged old man sitting on his Pegasus. Killing him, the Duke of Blood Eagle thought to himself, it could almost be regarded as a charitable act.

"You should be a coward, brother." The vampire said harshly with a hateful voice. "This lady actually chose maggots like you to be king. This is all the evidence I need to prove that she is a hypocritical goddess."

King Charlie's eyes shone with the anger of justice behind his helmet. "I have no blood relationship with you, the mouse in the cemetery!" I also do not demand the crown of our great king! You know that you are facing the Duke of Gales, you madman! Duke of Gales, Aquitaine really Lord! "

Duke Gaels's violent and thunderous words made the vampire stand for a while. The Duke of Blood Eagle grabbed his head, trying to squeeze his confusion out of his mind, trying to silence the screaming sound in his mind, but in vain.

The spirit of knights will require Duke Gals to wait until his enemies have recovered enough to defend themselves, but the law of knighthood is difficult to apply to the butcher monsters that crawl out of the grave. With a loud cry, the knight urged Pagasos to move forward and raised the sword over his head, holding the sword tightly with both hands. He would use the sharp blade to pass through the vampire's head and end the horror that had troubled Aquitaine for so long. First launch https: // https: //

Before Duke Gaels started, Pagasus stumbled and screamed in pain. The rickety Pagasus managed to stand up and turned around awkwardly, facing the monster attacking it. Duke Gaels could see that his hind legs were scarred scarred, split in half, his bones were broken, and corroded metal fragments fell maliciously on the scary wound. The attacker of Pagasos squinted at the injured Pegasus, Pegasus blood dripping from his rusty sword.

Concentrated on destroying the Duke of Blood Eagle, protecting the female prophet Aniston, Duke Gaels forgot the adjutant of the vampire. The lord of the death knight glared at Duke Gales, and the evil light came from the depression of its skull. Sir Kirbynin mercilessly waved his sword that was about to break, and cut off a powerful big wings of Pagasos.

When the sword of the death lord broke the wings of Pegasus, Pagasus screamed in pain. The Duke of Gales urged Pagasos to move forward, believing that Pegasus' natural ferocity would make it attack the attackers violently. The huge beast leaned back, waving its hoof and uninjured wings angrily. The galloping hooves crashed into the death lord's chest, interrupted the undead warrior's ribs, and knocked the monster to the ground.

Although the violent Pagasos caused him terrible damage, Sir Kobinin stood up. But now, the death lord is within the attack range of the Duke of Gales' Revenge Blade. The knight's blade whizzed down, drawing a murderous arc, crunching through the decayed lord's decaying helmet, splitting his head in half, hanging down to his jaw. In an instant, the angry flame burning in Sir Kobinen's skull bones ignited more violently, and then cooled down again, evaporating into a filth and being swept away by the breeze.

Duke Gaels only glanced at the defeated monster. He gently urged the injured Pagasos to turn around. He had to destroy another monster.

Duke Bloodhawk stood in front of the tomb, waiting for the return of Duke Gaels. The vampire stood on the spot and made a salute to the Duke of Gales. "You may not be King Charlie, the man who stole my title and my land," said the vampire hoarsely, "but you bear the cost of his betrayal. For this, Gals, you will die."

The Duke of Blood Eagle made no further opening remarks and swooped at his enemies. The Duke of Gales has never seen anything move so fast. In a blink of an eye, the vampire rushed at him. Pagasus kicked the monster fiercely with his hoof. But Pegasus screamed, and saw the sword of the Duke of Blood Eagle pierce its dancing limbs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ let its forelegs fly, spinning through the fields. The Duke of Gales tried to hack down the vicious undead, but the panic of his horse caused him to lose his enemies.

In extreme pain, Pagasus screamed painfully and tried to leave the battlefield, his one-wing madly fluttering in the air, trying in vain to return to the sky. The Duke of Gales desperately wanted to restore control of Pagasus and wanted to turn it around so that he could face his enemies. When the Duke of Blood Eagle stabbed the animal's flank with a gleaming blade, the success he could have achieved was in vain. Pagasos leaned back violently, throwing the person riding on it off the saddle.

The armor of Duke Gaels made a harsh noise when landing. When one of his legs snapped beneath his fallen body, he felt a sudden pain in his heart. He struggled frantically to **** the air back into his breathless lungs, and then groped through the dirt to find the sword that fell from his hand.

A pale, lifeless face glared at the knight who fell to the ground. Duke Gaels raised his head helplessly, when Duke Blood Eagle showed his fangs in an ugly, malicious expression of smirk.ァ 新 ヤ ~ ⑧ ~ 1 ~ 中文 网 ωωω.χ ~ ⒏ ~ 1zщ.còм

"Never let go of a traitor." The vampire said, thrusting his sword into the chest of Duke Gailes, piercing the knight like a wild boar.

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