The Legend of Fatality

For the rest of the day, the two knights followed the winding path through the fields and through the gap between the hedges. This path is the same path that farmers took when they planted land. This is a detour route that allows farmers to avoid collapsed paths during floods. They crossed the swamp slowly and steadily. If Raymond had not walked this way dozens of times in the past, Viscount Melson knew he would never find the right way. Even with the young knight leading them, Viscount Melson was nervous because he did n’t know where they were going.

"Are you sure you know the way?" The elderly nobleman has asked them a hundred times since they left the sunken trail.

Raymond made an angry sigh. "If you don't want me to get us lost, don't distract me," he complained. He stood on the stirrup again, straightened up, looked out of the hedge, studied the layout of the adjacent fields, and compared them with the map he remembered.

Then Raymond immediately sat back on the saddle, his hand reaching for his sword quickly. In addition to the crude nagging of Viscount Melson, he had other things to worry about now. There is a group of armed men on the other side of the hedge.

"Someone is on the other side of the hedge," Sir Raymond whispered to Viscount Melson.

"Undead?" The noble asked, his left hand also reaching towards his weapon.

"No," Sir Raymond answered. "Alive people, but with spears and bows. I don't think they saw us."

When the young knight turned around on the saddle, he intended to warn the oatmeal in the same whisper. When he did this, he found out that it was too late to stop reminding these people about oatmeal. Because he already knew. Seven ragged men in tattered cloaks and dirty hoods surrounded the oatmeal and horses. One of them held the reins of the pony, and the other two held the reins of the war horse. The other four men had bows in their hands and buckled their arrows on the strings, aiming at the two knights.

"You can come out now, Robert," shouted an archer. "We have to stare at these 'good gentlemen'. Their squinted eyes look like cockfighting, and they're still the kind of old **** that can only gobble up."

This is not a meaningless threat. Burtania ’s longbow is notorious for its strength, it can penetrate a layer of steel plate from a hundred yards. These archers are closer, and their broad-headed arrows can easily penetrate the armor worn by the two knights at such a short distance.

Then another group of equally dirty, unkempt people squeezed out of the hedge. Most people hold rough spears with hardened and hardened marks on their spear tips, but there are also a few people holding long bows that are as deadly as those who ambushed the two knights, and a few even hold iron swords and axes. When the knights came out of the hedge, they glared fiercely at them. Several of them stopped and spit on the ground as the two knights passed by.

"Behold, these noble and brave aristocrats enjoy their fun in the market and the ordinary people." This sentence is just a growler with a beard and a beard in his throat, his legs are as thick as The big hand was holding a worn shield and a curved sword. "Where did you go when our home was burnt down and our family was taken away? All high lords, let our sweat turn into their fat! But when we need you, our powerful heroes are in Where is it?"

"Be careful, Bird," another farmer warned. "Be careful, they will hang your neck!"

An archer sneered at his horrified words. "I didn't see the rope. All I saw were two noble pigeons waiting to be plucked." He retracted the arrow on the bow. "Give me a silver coin and I can shoot this thing into the old guy's eyes!"

"When you are hiding in the woods with other animals, a silver coin can take you far away, Pierre. This sentence was said by an elderly farmer, his thin face There are still black soot marks. From the quality of his clothes, he is probably the head of the village, burned from his farm by the looted undead.

"Don't interfere in this matter, Horford!" The archer growled.

The oatmeal stood as straight as he could, glaring at the murderous Pierre. "Of course, don't listen to the reasonable guy!" He snorted contemptuously. "You don't have to wait for that monster to kill you. Just kill these guys, they will send a hundred knights to find you. Trust me, they will. The big guys have a way to find out the truth, they will do it for themselves. Revenge. "He stared straight at Sir Raymond before turning his eyes to Viscount Melson.

"When they want to avenge their loved ones, they will go mad, and even common sense will not stop their way. Let go of that arrow, you better escape to the border forest. You may be able to hide there for about a year, as A desperate man. "Oatmeal shrugged. Because of his disability, this movement was disturbing because of his deformity. "That is to say, if you were not starved to death first or eaten by a beast."

Pierre's eyes were full of fear. The man lowered his bow slowly, his shoulders pulled down in frustration. Sir Raymond saw doubtful and overwhelmed expressions on the faces of other farmers. They are not real murderers, they are just angry and frightened, looking for someone to blame their misfortune on that person. A person who can slam and vent their anger.

"I sympathize with your plight." The young knight said to the thugs. "But trying to kill us will not resurrect your dead people, nor will you rebuild your farm. Of course this will not stop the Duke of Blood Eagle."

When he mentioned the horrible name of the legendary demon, Sir Raymond witnessed people's reactions. The peasants all gasped, and even a few people knelt down on the ground, doing gestures to pray to the goddess, asking for blessing, and praying to the goddess of mercy to protect them from this nightmarish monster.

"Duke of Blood Eagle," Horford leaned heavily on the scythe he was holding, shuddering, and said again in his mouth. "Did the Blood Eagle destroy our home and kill our tribe?" He shook his head and made a painful expression. "After so many years, the Duke of Blood Eagle has returned."

"I will not let him stay in this world for a long time," Viscount Melson swears, his voice full of vicious growls.

The bear-like Robert laughed at the bragging of the elderly nobility. "It takes several armies to reach the monster, and the most powerful and fearless knight to bury him in the grave! How could two lone knights deal with such a monster!" Robert scornfully expressed his doubts An angry whisper sounded among the farmers.

Sir Raymond raised his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet. Years of obedience and slavery have caused this group of farmers to react almost instinctively. "Your suspicion is right, but if there is a way to stop this monster before it hurts others, then we have an obligation to try it."

"They are crazy," Pierre shouted. "Both of them are crazy! There is no need to shoot them with arrows, they will complete this task by themselves!"

"Curse your rudeness!" Viscount Melson growled. "That monster killed my wife, my apprentice and my servant!" Since he regards himself as the **** god, anyone who calls himself a man can hunt this scum! "

"We intend to seek guidance from the female prophet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Raymond interjected," Maybe her magic can show us how to destroy the Duke of Blood Eagle. "

The farmers fell into disturbing silence. They glanced at each other anxiously, hoping that their companion would speak first. It was Horford who broke the silence.

"Are you going to that tower? The one by the lake?" He asked.

"This is our plan," Viscount Melson replied, annoyed in his tone. The elderly nobles are getting more and more annoyed about wasting time with these people.

Headman Horford nodded. "Then you better leave your horse here," he said. When he saw the suspicions flashing on the faces of the two knights, he smiled. "We will take care of them for you," he assured. "Everyone here knows that the only thing more stupid than killing a knight is to steal his horse."

Despite being reluctant, both Raymond and Viscount Melson reluctantly dismounted slowly.

"Adult, what about this girl?" Oatmeal asked. Pamela continued to hug the oat stalk tightly, which made it more difficult for the lame farmer to dismount.

"Can someone take care of this girl?" Raymond asked the headman, Horford. "She has no relatives, and her village was wiped out by the Duke of Blood Eagle."

"I will let her get the best care," Horford the headman promised. An archer carried the weapon on his shoulder and picked up the little girl from the horse. The child resisted and tried to grab the back of the oat straw. The oat stalk gently released her hand, and the archer took her away.

"Sir, I want to warn you." The chief Horford said to the knights. "We have to be careful where we are going. If you want to be close enough to the tower, keep quiet and humble."