The Legend of Fatality

"Nothing wrong. Our enemy is the Duke of Blood Eagle himself, not a fake that pretends to be him and imitates his terror. He intends to conquer all Aquitaine's territory and transform it into his own blood kingdom." The voice of the female prophet Aniston echoed in the Dashi Hall, on the cave-like walls, and in the huge room with ancient armor and tarnished shields.

Before the female prophet Aniston came in, the people sitting around the huge oak table in the middle of the room were a group of arrogant people who had already started to make noises. Now they are silent, attentive and calmly listening to Aniston. They care about every sentence she said, as if the sentence itself is sacred. The Baron and Viscount, the Earl and Marquis, and even the Duke of Gales himself, all laid down their authority to listen to the wisdom provided by the lady ’s servant.

"The Duke of Blood Eagle has devastated much of the north. The entire village was slaughtered and their cemetery was looted in order to recruit new recruits to strengthen the monster's ranks." The female prophet Aniston stopped and Gail Duke Si looked at each other. "Your Majesty, he planned something even more terrifying. Perhaps it is now that the Duke of Blood Eagle has come to the ancient tomb of the ancient horse king and dragged the dead ancients out of the tomb."

"What if he arrives at Dragon Hunting Mountain?" Sir Roger muttered, and the old knight's face turned pale.

Aniston nodded coldly. "Hundreds of thousands of ancient warriors are buried in Hunting Dragon Mountain. When these people march under his banner, the Duke of Blood Eagle will have an army to threaten the entire Burtania."

"Has the king realized our danger?" Duke Gales asked. Since the day he drove Sir Lotel away from him, he looked ten years old. His face was haggard and his eyes darkened from fatigue. A nervous tremor affected his left cheek, causing half of his face to twitch from time to time. He began to explain himself again, "The king needs time to gather troops, and the news reaches other princes. It also takes time. Before that, we only had Sir Richard and those who came with him from Cornwall."

Duke Gaels pointed to the knight sitting on his right. Sir Richard inherited his father's appearance, but not his father's somber humor. Sir Richard exudes an inspiring energy, and his fighting spirit is eager to fight such a powerful enemy. Like all young knights, he ca n’t wait to earn his reputation and put glory on his family.

"If the Duke of Blood Eagle stays at the ancient tomb, he will give us time to prepare for action against him." Sir Richard said, "A knight is worth his dozen or so skeleton soldiers. Let that monster call him Go to fight. Every time he delays, the king ’s army will increase by one hour. "

"You don't know the size of his army," Viscount Melson stood up from his chair and warned. "I saw it with my own eyes. The Blood Duke Legion has more people than us. If he can loot the tombs of the horse kings, he will have enough power to crush the knights assembled here like a flea. By then we will have the number of enemies It ’s not a question of ten to one, but a question of fifty to one, one hundred to one. "

"Do n’t forget, my lord." Sir Raymond said, "Our army must be prepared to stay armed and resupply and rest between battles. The Duke of Blood Eagle ’s troops are only being evil by that monster. Driven by magic. They need neither food nor sleep and shelter. They can continue to attack until everyone in Aquitaine dies. "

"The most important thing is that His Majesty the King has other more important things now," Viscount Melson whispered.

The Duke of Geelong slammed the heavy oak table with his sturdy fists, attracting all eyes. "Then we must prevent that monster from approaching Dragon Hunting Mountain," he declared. "We can't let his army grow any longer."

"Very good, Your Majesty," a baron wearing a wig from the wine country objected, "but how can we stop him? It will take a few days to withdraw the troops here to intercept the Duke of Blood Eagle. We have to put Infantry and supply vehicles remain. The only supplies we can bring are anything that can fit on the saddle. "

Duke Gaels collapsed in his chair, his cheeks twitching considering the logistical problems. "Supplies can flow down the river," he proposed, and then shook his head to deny the proposal. "No, that requires collecting enough barges to transport everything, and we don't have these things at all."

"Masters," Aniston, the female prophet, told the generals. "There is another way. If we can divert the attention of the Duke of Blood Eagle, let him deviate from his purpose, and let him give up his plan for the ancient tomb heap, is this feasible?"

"Why did that monster do this?" Sir Richard asked. "Everyone said that he was a smart strategist when he was alive. Becoming a member of the Undead may make him evil, but I think it is too much to hope that it will make him stupid."

"Not stupid ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The female predictor Aniston corrected Sir Richard's statement." But crazy. "Before the explanation, she let the word stay in the room for a long time." Now that monster's thinking is disordered and can't fully concentrate on the present. He was hovering between today and yesterday, unable to make a distinction. When he besieged the Magic Tower, he dealt with the female prophet Beckinsale, not her humble successor Aniston. The female prophet frowned, squeezing her delicate hands into fists in frustration. "The madness of the Duke of Blood Eagle made my predictive ability impossible to predict his next move." I can see the actions he might take, but I do n’t know how he will act. "

"So you mean we lost that lady's help?" Duke Gaels asked, a hint of fear in his words. "Is this lady unable to help us deal with this monster?"

"No, Your Majesty." Sir Raymond explained, "Ms. Aniston said that her magic cannot help us predict what the monster will do. However, we do not need her magic to do this. . "

"What do you mean?" Asked a sitting general. "Without the female prophet and her prediction, how can we predict what the Duke of Blood Eagle will do?"

Viscount Melson leaned over the table and tapped the parchment map of Aquitaine spread on the surface of the table with his armor-gloved fingers. "We know how the Duke of Blood Eagle fought against King Charles just then," he finished, staring firmly at the generals present before continuing. "We know what battles he fought, and where he fought. When this monster besieged the magic tower, he repeated the way he acted during the first battle. He even sent his undead cavalry to attack him on several occasions. A village that was razed to the ground ten years ago. "