The Legend of Fatality

Hovering over Lancaster Castle was the figure of a crow, which was the first sign that it was too late for Sir Raymond to warn the Lancaster family. As the knights and oat rods rode towards the castle, the open door undoubtedly shows what went wrong. When the two men ran over on horseback, a wolf with scabies sneaked out of the gate and ran into the bushes, biting a broken human hand in its mouth.

The view in the castle yard was disgusting even to Sir Raymond's stomach. Half-eaten bodies of men and women were scattered everywhere, and crows pecked at the food left by other scavengers. The corpses of several ghouls lay near the stables, with arrows on their dirty and rotten flesh, their faces shrunk and their sharp teeth were exposed. Strangely, the sound of stomping hoofs and anxious whimpers sounded in the stable behind the ghoul. Obviously, the massacre did not spread to the horse.

"We are too late," the oatmeal shuddered and removed his face from the terrible scene. "The Duke of Blood Eagle has already been here. We are too late!"

Raymond just nodded. He was worried that if he spoke, he would find himself expressing the same panic in a trembling voice like a farmer. The knight turned his gaze to the corpse, trying to find Sir Lothar or other people he knew among the dead. When he examined carefully and found a corpse of a woman with **** flesh, he felt himself angered because the silver band on her wrist proved that the bitten body was a duchess.

"We are too late!" Cried the oat straw.

Raymond stood on the spot, staring at the farmer with stern eyes. "Quiet the horse," the knight nodded to the stable and ordered. "I'm going to visit the castle."

"They are all dead!" Oatmeal protested. "The Duke of Blood Eagle will kill us all!"

"Go take care of the horse." Raymond repeated, making his tone more majestic. The habit of serving the lord for life allowed the oat straw to overcome the growing panic, and the farmers responded to the knight's orders. When the lame farmer dismounted to the stable, Raymond was relieved. These chores will occupy the oatmeal head, so that he will not be overwhelmed by fear.

The knight also dismounted and strode across the courtyard to the place where the gate of the castle once stood. Now, they were torn into pieces and shattered, one of which was hung softly on the fasteners of the city wall, and the other was thrown into the deep hall of the castle. When Raymond entered the hall, he saw corpses of armored soldiers everywhere. Some people have traces of spears and swords, others have their skulls smashed by an axe and a hammer; what ’s more, they have no traces of violence on their bodies, only blood stains have left marks on their ears and die The horrified expression on his face froze unbearably.

Here, Raymond discovered signs of beasts that had destroyed the castle. In addition, there are rusty daggers, a worn boot or a corroded strap, and a little peeling armor. He inadvertently found a table with a fleshless skeleton, its bones were faded by changes in time and the natural environment, and its skull was crushed by some kind of blow. This blow made it The body has even lost its ability to recover from the dead.

On the stairs leading to the hallway overlooking the hall, Raymondra found the slaughtered body of Sir Lothal. Raymond knew he saw the masterpiece of the Duke of Blood Eagle himself. Only that monster will kill this great swordsman in this way. Lotel's back and neck were broken, the thumb was cut off, and the eyes on the once beautiful face were also dug out. Raymond remembered the inhumane brutality his uncle suffered, and his **** body was nailed above the Camranfield Cemetery.

Raymond tore a tapestry from the wall and draped it over Lotel. Throughout his life, this warrior has been the bane of his family. He is a terrible swordsman. He played a huge role in the centuries of grievances between Toulouse and Du Lancaster. The Earl of Robert de Toulouse endeavoured to make everyone loyal to him bear a pathological hatred of the murderer who killed his son.

Even when Raymond rode to warn the Lancaster family, this kind of hatred remained in his heart. Now, all he can feel is a sense of loss. After Lotel's death, Sir Raymond recognized Lotel's bravery and honor, and he would respect this warrior who fought bravely for his family. His body was abused by an inhuman monster, such a person should not die like this.

While Raymond sincerely mourned for Lotaire, a moan reverberated in the dead hall. Raymond suddenly turned around and pulled the sword from the scabbard. His eyes scanned the dark hall, looking for any signs of movement in the darkness. His heart was pounding, and his blood vessels were full of fear. Perhaps the monster did not leave after committing his atrocities. Maybe the Duke of Blood Eagle is still within the walls of Lancaster Fort!

Sir Raymond walked into the darkness carefully, and walked towards the source of the sound. When he saw a corpse lying in the middle of a broken table, he hesitated. He put the sword in front of him, not sure if what he saw was a human or a monster. It is impossible to guess what shameless deception that monster will fall to.

The moaning figure raised a hand and painfully tried to break free from the fragments of the table. As the figure moved, it raised its head and faced the faint light that penetrated the hall.

Raymond's hand gripped his sword more tightly. That's the face of Viscount Steven Du Melson, he is the leader of the defense of Toulouse and master of swordsmanship!

Instinctive hatred slowly disappeared from Raymond's heart. UU reading www.uukanshu.com now has more important things than the ancient feud. In addition, Viscount Melson was also injured and helpless. Even in the name of a feud, Raymond will not attack a person who cannot defend himself.

Thinking of this, Raymond put away his blade and began to help Viscount Melson get out of the ruins. The aristocrat embraced Raymond tightly with his arm, and used the knight as a lever to kick away the crushed board. Viscount Melson stood up unsteadily and turned to thank his savior.

When he saw the face of the life-saving benefactor, the face of Viscount Melson became stiff, and the gratitude also withered away. His hand clasped the empty sheath hanging on his belt.

"When I saw who was trapped under the table, my reaction was like this." Sir Raymond said, "I'm Sir Raymond de Toulouse, willing to serve you, sir."

"You are a Toulouse," Viscount Melson agreed, saying the name like a swear word. "The weasel stain on your face can't be concealed. I won't be surprised to see you here! Robert de Toulouse sent his running dog to clean up what the monster left! Okay, now give me With the sword, I and the villain will make this account clear once and for all! "

"My uncle is dead," Raymond said, answering the Viscount's roar in a low, serious voice. "He was murdered by the monster who did this."

Viscount Melson shook his head, staring at the misery around him, frowning when he saw his servants and soldiers being thrown everywhere in the hall. This influence was enough to make him forget the hatred he had cherished for a long time. For now, it is enough for one person, another living soul, to stand in this haunted house full of destruction.