The Legend of Fatality

The hall of the castle was completely destroyed by the monster, with broken furniture, broken corpses and broken weapons everywhere. The **** smell lingered, and Melson couldn't believe that he survived, or what he had seen and experienced with his own eyes.

"That vampire," said Viscount Melson, and he began to hesitate again. "Perhaps, I ca n’t be sure, it looks different. All I can be sure is that a person in red armour is attacking the castle on a skeleton horse. It claims to be killed by King Charles decades ago Duke of Blood Eagle. "

"He is the Duke of Blood Eagle." Raymond told Viscount Melson. "Climb out of his secret grave in Camranfield. Resurrected to recapture the blood kingdom of Aquitaine."

Viscount Melson shuddered and nodded as the knight spoke. The nobles easily believed what Raymond said to him. Ferocious monsters are as frightening as the infamous Blood Duke.

"I want to fight him," Viscount Melson said. "He treated me like a child, pulled a sword from my finger, and pinched my throat. I was supposed to die, but at that moment, my apprentice Lotaire challenged the monster. Blood Eagle The Duke threw me aside and threw me out of the corridor like a rag doll! "Suddenly the fear swallowed this nobleman. He started to rush towards the bodies frantically, raised their heads and stared at their faces.

Raymond knew what the desperate nobleman was looking for. "Sir Lothal is there," the knight said, pointing to the incomplete body at the foot of the stairs. Viscount Melson ran to the poor corpse and yelled in pain when he saw Lotaire's corpse destroyed.

"The Duke of Blood Eagle did this to him, he must have done well in dealing with that monster." Raymond tried to comfort the sad old aristocrat.

Viscount Melson knelt next to Lotel's body, and tears flowed from his eyes. He leaned down, brushed his fingers across Rotel's cold forehead, and pushed a strand of hair back.

"He is the most loyal and reliable knight I know," Viscount Melson said. A sudden pain swept across his face. "I never told him that I regarded him as my son. I never told him how proud I am to call him my apprentice."

"I believe you don't have to do this," Raymond said, breaking the sad silence. Raymond shrugged, the flesh on his face squirming, because he thought of the unpleasant responsibility before him. "Viscount Melson, although I am a member of the Toulouse family, please believe me. I was also very sad when I told you such news. But Sir Robert may not be the only loss to your castle. "

Viscount Melson closed his eyes tightly, and he felt a sharp pain, a pitiful moan in his throat. "Did the ladies escape?"

Raymond shook his head. "The monsters must be waiting for the Duchess and her followers. I don't see any signs of running away."

"Then everything is over." Viscount Melson cursed and stood up. "Du Lancaster is finished." He glared at Raymond and grinned bitterly. "Today is a great day for Toulouse. You have finally won this feud."

"Only a lowly rogue will be satisfied with what the monster is doing here," Raymond said. "I came on horseback to stop this monster. I swear in front of my lady and swear in the Holy Grail, I will not rest unless the Duke of Blood Eagle returns to his grave."

"A noble goal." Viscount Melson said ironically. "Sir Lothal is the most powerful swordsman among all of Aquitaine, and now he lies at my feet and is broken like a tree branch by the Duke of Blood Eagle. What hope do you have for destroying this monster?

"No," Raymond admitted. "But I only know that my purpose is fair, and I believe that lady will not tolerate this evil going on."

The words of the knight impressed Viscount Melson, and the noble soon withdrew his contempt for him. If a knight deserves his title, he is obliged to fight a hopeless battle.

"I want to put aside the grudges between us," Viscount Melson decided. "I will help you catch this monster and get rid of it. But remember, I am the biggest avenger on this journey. My sword must be the one that sent the Duke of Blood Eagle back to the grave."

Raymond sympathized with the feelings of Viscount Melson, but he knew that there was a more important task than revenge before this nobleman. "Your wish is impossible to achieve." Raymond said, "There is another more important task that only Lancaster can accomplish. The Duke of Gales must be warned of this threat and he must be convinced of the blood eagle The Duke has returned. He does not believe in the Toulouse Cavaliers, but he believes in Du Lancaster. "

Raymond stared at Viscount Melson and continued. "I didn't see Lancai ... King Charles, and His Majesty's army. Tell me where he is, I have to find him."

Viscount Melson gritted his teeth in anger. "King Charlie took the army away, maybe you can catch up with him. But I will not forget my wife, my men and my servants, and Lotel, they were slaughtered cruelly like cattle. Whether you object Still support, I have to chase the Duke of Blood Eagle. That monster will not escape my trial! "

Viscount Melson reached out and touched his armor ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ pulled a heavy gold chain from under the armor. A large stamp ring hangs on the necklace. "If you are with me, we will stop at the first castle we encounter, and I will send a message to the Duke of Gales telling him that the monster is indeed back. I believe that Duke of Gales saw me in If the letter is stamped, you will believe it. "

Raymond sighed. "Is there no way to change your mind?"

"Leave me here with your sword and let me be with my apprentice." Viscount Melson replied.

"You put aside your grievances, and so do I." Raymond said. "Before the Duke of Blood Eagle was defeated, we were all comrades." Sir Raymond turned his gaze to the poor corpse of Lord Lothal. "If you allow, before we hunt down the murderer, I will help you bury Sir Lotel."

"Lotaire will not have a grave," Viscount Melson replied sadly. The elderly noble turned Rotaire's head so that Raymond could see the ugly wound on the deceased's neck. "That monster shattered Rotel's body, and then promised Lotel would be blasphemed with him. He cursed Rotel, like a lame monster, crawling in the dark forever." Viscount Melson stood up from the floor and stumbled toward the broken table. "I know this is his purpose, because he threatens me with the same fate."

Viscount Melson pulled a long strip of wood from the stacked table and carefully checked the sharpness of the end of the strip. "Sir Lottel-Du Lancaster has no grave." Sir Melson said, his voice trembling. "A wooden pile through the heart and a bonfire to cremate bones. This is the only way to protect Lord Lothal from the monster's curse."