The Legend of Fatality

Jeffrey Huntington used his finger to move back and forth on the long golden mane of his horse, enjoying the feeling of touching the horse. Like any Burtanian, the Necromancer admires good horses. The elegant skinny leg horse he brought from Lancaster fort is one of the best horses he has ever seen. A farmer, even the richest businessman, cannot have such a good animal. Of course, you can buy one for money, but the laws of the Burtanian nobility will soon completely solve any farmer who dares to ride such a good horse.

The Necromancer smiled slightly, and moved his fingers from the slender mane to the flowing purple cloak covering the horse. Purple is a noble color, reserved for noble class. These costumes may be the Duke of Lancaster's own or his wife's. This is the cruelest act of blasphemy, and it is true of anyone with a noble, royal family.

A malicious laugh came from Jeffrey's rotten teeth. He had no reason to fear the tyranny and laws of the noble knights. It is no longer the case, the Duke of Blood Eagle is no longer his protector, and the walking army is no longer standing between him and the noose. He, a poor farmer, has been promoted to the position of advisor and confidant of the most powerful warlord known to Aquitaine.

The Necromancer patted the saddle bag hanging on the horse's back, which was filled with property looted from Lancaster Castle. Jeffrey couldn't help but think about what to buy. There are booksellers and antique dealers in Cornwall, who specialize in certain quirky subjects.

Jeffrey knew a shabby old businessman who had a copy of "How to Use Corpse" written by Necromancer Arugor Van Haar in the Silver Pine Forest. The secret contained in that big book alone is enough to make Jeffrey the most terrible magician in the history of Burtania. As his strength increases, the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle will also be strengthened, and Jeffrey will be able to carve a kingdom from the blood-stained shell of Aquitaine.

Of course, this means that Jeffrey will continue to control the monster and try to control his capricious mood. Jeffrey is not optimistic about this prospect, but he believes he will find a way. He needed the Duke of Blood Eagle; this monster still had the genius mind and talented command art when he was alive.

At the same time, the Duke of Blood Eagle also needed him. Even the most powerful of the undead will have limits. Only a beating heart and a mortal soul can make full use of the magic that comes out of the Duke of Blood Eagle, which is a unique magic that supports the lower levels of the undead and encourages The dark art of Necromancer.

Jeffrey looked around, watching a team of silent zombies and skeletons marching along the country road, and embarked on a long journey back to the ruins of the castle on the rock. Now that the Duke of Blood Eagle has shown his attitude, the most important thing is that they must return to that fortress to strengthen their defense. Once the nobles of Aquitaine knew that the monster was back, they could no longer do nothing. The ruins of the fortress on the rock provide the best defense base for the upcoming battle.

The Duke of Blood Eagle insisted on this plan. Once his old fortress was repaired, they could stop the attack of the army of the responding lords. With the help of the tireless army of undead laborers, the monster announced that the castle could be defended in just a few weeks.

Jeffrey was not convinced by the Duke of Blood Eagle's plan. He wanted more corpses to march under the banner of the Duke of Blood Eagle. He was dissatisfied with the Duke of Blood Eagle's order to keep the corpses of Viscount Melson and his entourage in the Lancaster Castle to rot. But the Duke of Blood Eagle determined that Durant Du Lancaster's family members and anyone who dared to follow him were not suitable for the legal ruler of Aquitaine.

No matter what Jeffrey does, he can't shake the monster's decision. But the Duke of Blood Eagle allowed Jeffery's zombies to collect weapons and armor from the dead and castle warehouses, which gave him some comfort. The pride of this monster is not to seize the resources of a conquered enemy. Only those horses were left in place, they were scared to move by the unnatural breath of the undead.

Jeffrey thought that they could have slaughtered these animals and resurrected them as zombies of the same appearance, but such an idea even offended the principle of the Duke of Blood Eagle. In the end, only Jeffrey could only take away the horse he had chosen for himself, but even this beautiful horse had to wear a blindfold. Under the comfort of the necromancer ’s spell, he dared to approach the undead soldier .

The necromancer turned around on the saddle and watched behind him as a long list of walking corpses with faltering steps. We now have more soldiers. Jeffrey had suggested to the Duke of Blood Eagle that they would stop every time they passed a village on their way back, "impressing the soldiers." The peasants in the village saw the terrible army and ran away immediately, but the residents in their cemetery could not. After passing through six villages, Jeffrey created enough new soldiers for the Duke of Blood Eagle, almost exhausting the weapons reserves seized from Lancaster Fort, doubling the troops attacking the castle, almost the original three times.

The drooling figure flew towards the column, and the Duke of Blood Eagle was sent to scout the fang ghoul in front of the terrain. This monster chose to treat these sneaky things as human hunters, but the only prey that these nasty creatures are good at sniffing out is carrion. They found a large cemetery for Jeffrey, which is very useful. Judging by their excitement, the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle will soon recruit new recruits.

Jeffrey rode his horse to the forefront of the column, where the Duke of Blood Eagle and the terrible cunning Sir Kirbynine held talks. If this skinny knight responded to the words of the Duke of Blood Eagle, it would not be the kind of voice Jeffrey could hear.

"When De Naval returns, we will send the knights to the left," the monster said to his old entourage. "Then we will deploy the archer behind the sand dunes. When Megiri Bell led his Ai Erbai down the valley, the cavalry would engage him and drag him into the deeper abyss. Then, They will not be able to move forward because of our cavalry and horses, they cannot retreat because of the oppression of his own people from the rear, and they cannot turn left and right because of the dunes, and we will fall on the dirty Mejeri head by arrow on!"

When the ghoul returned, the Duke of Blood Eagle turned his head. Smile at the first monster to approach him. "Ah, a reconnaissance cavalry brought news of my noble courtier! You lost your horse, my good friend! Quickly find another one from the horse change!"

The ghoul suddenly stopped, and as the monster spoke, its fangs face twisted in confusion. The beast stepped back, avoiding the Duke of Blood Eagle.

Jeffrey made a grimace and shook his head in frustration. What is this crazy?

"It has no horse." Necromancer snapped. "If you give it a horse, it will eat it. It will not bring any news to anyone. You send it to the cemetery so that we can steal the body. We steal the body, I use me Magic, they came to life, we gave them a spear to pierce the enemy's body. "

The Duke of Blood Eagle turned his bony horse, and gave the Necromancer a hard look. "How dare you ride your master's horse, country man!" The monster made a gesture, and Sir Kobining staggered forward, grabbing the reins of the horse with his thin bones. The animal was struggling furiously, and the calm spell could not eliminate its intimate contact with that death. Jeffrey was thrown onto the road and landed on his back. Sir Kobinin relaxed his control, and the horse broke free and ran away.

Jeffrey was angry and cursed, watching his booty run away, and gold and silver jewelry overflowed from the saddle bag. "Nargash's black bones! That's my horse! That's my baby!"

"Beware of your tongue ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ rogue," the Duke of Blood Eagle warned. "I tolerate your rudeness, just because I need everyone to fight the Elba people." The monster waved to the galloping horse. "The beautiful animal returned to my faithful Baron de Naval. If you plunder something of equal value, he will return it to you."

Jeffrey rolled his eyes and stood up. "Baron de Naval is dead! In fact, he has been dying for almost forty years!" The necromancer opened his arms, pointing to the tall trees by the road and the green fields in the distance. "This is not the magic kingdom of Al Euba! This is Aquitaine!"

The Duke of Blood Eagle closed his eyes, the pain burning on his face. He raised his hand to his forehead and pierced his pale skin with his armor-like fingers, as if to pull the pain out of his skull.

"Where is De Naval?" The monster asked, lowering his hand.

"I told you," Jeffrey snapped. "he died."

The expression of Duke Blood Eagle changed into an angry expression. "I asked where he was, not what happened to him later!"

Jeffrey stood up swaying, and all thoughts about losing wealth and power were driven away by the anger in the monster's voice. "He fought King Charlie in the village of Giriell and was defeated." The necromancer swallowed a sip of water, wondering how the Duke Blood Eagle would react when he heard such news. "The king's men wiped them all out. None of them escaped."

The Duke of Blood Eagle showed a cunning look in his fury. "Turn the team around," he ordered.

"So what about that rock castle?" Jeffrey protested.

"We are not going to the castle anymore," the Duke of Blood Eagle hissed. "We are going to Gerald."