The Legend of Fatality

The Duke of Gales du Aragon clapped his hands, his face radiant with the proposal of Viscount Melson. "We can fight the Duke of Blood Eagle as King Charles did!" He said with a smile. "The chronicle of Aquitaine tells him every battle with the Duke of Blood Eagle and his army. We can predict in advance where each Duke of Blood Eagle will attack!" Duke Gales punched the map with his fists. Hand slammed the ancient Mawangdui. "We can make our plan to kill this monster when it is most vulnerable!"

"Camranfield!" Shouted the white-haired Sir Roger. "The open space provided by the plains there will provide our knights with an excellent vantage point, they can ride the horse to the infantry under the monster and beat them to pieces!"

"There are the surrounding hills to consider," said an expressionless marquis. "We can set up archers on both sides of the battlefield to weaken the monster's undead legion before dispatching knights." After saying this, the marquis saw the gloomy glances at him from other nobles and couldn't help shaking his head. "I do n’t doubt the bravery of our knights, but I think we have to look at things carefully. The number of Duke of Blood Eagle may far exceed us. I ask you whether you recognize the value of the peasant ’s archer, or because of the country ’s The pride of the Warriors allows a monster to conquer Aquitaine, which is more shameful? "

The marquis 'harsh admonitions had an effect, calming the knights' enraged arrogance.

"We can also be comforted in front of the tomb of Duke Roland. Roland drew energy from the Holy Grail, and the divine power of this lady still gave him great power in the tomb." When Aniston talked about the great hero of Aquitaine , Her eyes shone warmly and almost admired. The men sitting at the table barely noticed the blush on her cheeks and the wide smile on her lips. "Duke Roland ’s grave is full of the gift of this lady. The divine power will repel the undead creatures of the Duke of Blood Eagle, and maybe even the monster himself cannot bear the blessing of this lady. Anyway, I know if the Blood Eagle The Duke is forced to fight in such a sacred land, and he will be greatly weakened. "

"Then there is another issue to consider." Aniston added, raising one of her slender fingers. "We know that the madness of the Duke of Blood Eagle will eventually bring him back to Camranfield." She sighed and frowned, because when she thought of these words, she felt very uneasy. "The only thing we don't know is when this madness will take him there. By the time the Red Duke turns to Camranfield, he may have plundered the tombs of the ancient horse kings and opened them around Hunting Dragon Mountain To the gates of the tombs of ancient warriors. "

Sir Raymond turned to the female prophet Aniston, a very wooly thought formed in his mind. "Maybe we can somehow provoke the madness of that monster." He stared at the Duke of Gales and his advisors around the round table, who had mocked his warning before. Now these people are watching him with a concentrated, hopeful expression. "If the Duke of Blood Eagle sees the Magic Tower and thinks he needs to attack the female prophet Beckinsale, then maybe this is the key to take him to Camranfield. If we can somehow inspire his madness, let He thought that King Charles was waiting to fight him? "

Sir Richard jumped up. The brave knight hurried through the hall and walked towards the walls of armor and weapons. He stopped in front of an old, tattered flag with a pattern divided into four, with a lion wearing a crown and a crescent helmet wearing a king of Elbebai The coat of arms of the tigers against each other. Sir Richard bowed his head respectfully, took the flag off the wall, and raised it with a copper beam over his head.

"Just King Charles's banner," Sir Richard announced, displaying the color of the flag so that all generals participating in the rally could see it. "It's the banner that fought alongside him in the battle of Camranfield! If anything can anger the immortal **** and let him face us in an open battle, then this must be possible!"

The Duke of Gales smiled at his son. He was both inspired by the wisdom and imagination of Sir Richard's plan and inspired by the young knight's dramatic speech. He motioned for his generals and advisers to be quiet. "A small group of knights can be sent to intercept the Duke of Blood Eagle without worrying about any logistical issues, because logistical issues will prevent them from using all of Aquitaine's power to deal with this monster."

Duke Gaels paused, changing his tone more seriously and continuing, "And this will be a dangerous task; the person riding in front of the Duke of Blood Eagle must be close enough to the monster so that the Blood Eagle can see To the banner of King Charles, but they must be far enough away so that they can retreat calmly. They must lead the Duke of Blood Eagle through Aquitaine and lead him back, so that he can fall into the crazy abyss of his past. They must bring the monster back to the battlefield of Camranfield, and the army there will wait to wipe him out and his huge undead legion. "

"Father," Sir Richard said, bending his knees in front of the Duke of Gales. "I voluntarily undertake this task."

Duke Gaels turned pale. After a while, the twitch returned to his cheek. "I can't allow it," he said. "I need you to help organize Camerfield's fortifications here."

Sir Richard stood up, flushed with rage. "This is my plan, Your Majesty." He said loudly, his excitement was not concealed in his voice.

"Excuse me." Sir Raymond interrupted him. "But the plan to deceive the Duke of Blood Eagle is mine. If anyone is going to risk their lives, it is me."

"We can't entrust this task to an ordinary knight." Viscount Melson stepped forward and asked. "I am willing to be the bait for that monster."

Raymond turned to the older knight, glaring at him. "You don't even care to lure the Duke of Blood Eagle to Camranfield! Your only idea is to stop others from killing that monster before you have a chance to get revenge!" He said to the Viscount Melson in mocking tone, pointing It refers to the stiff right arm of an elderly nobleman. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "Besides, you are also injured and your body is not suitable for this."

When Sir Raymond spoke, Viscount Melson made a grimace and grabbed his right arm tightly. "Since I saved your life in the village of Giriell, I have recovered a lot," he said, watching with great pleasure as Sir Raymond stepped back painfully when referring to his rescue .

"As for the Duke of Blood Eagle, I have vowed to the lady to kill the monster. This is true." He bowed in front of Duke Gaels and placed the sword on the floor under his feet. "But now I swear here. I swear I will take that monster to Camranfield at all costs. I will not take any action to avenge my family until the Duke of Blood Eagle falls into your trap."

The oath of Viscount Melson was so fierce that Duke Gaels could not help laughing. "I've known your family for a long time, Viscount Melson. I have never seen one of them gossip. You can use your so-called bait to lead it." Then the Duke pointed sternly at the kneeling Viscount Melson . "But I will add this condition. You will take Sir Raymond de Toulouse with you. If you are impulsive and forget the vows you made to me, Sir Raymond will remind you of the promise you just made. . "

Viscount Melson stood up, frowning, looking at Raymond with a sharp eye. "Yes, your majesty."

"Choose your companion." Duke Gales continued. "No more than twenty people. You have to choose the best horses from the herd and choose those strong-hearted mounts." Then the expression of Duke Gales became Take it seriously.

"May the lady be with you, Viscount Melson." Duke Gaels said. "The fate of Aquitaine depends on the success of your mission."