The Legend of Fatality

The Duke of Blood Eagle watched his engineers begin assembling the first batch of trebuchets, which would level the magic tower. When his plan here is over, he will not leave any traces of magic towers and fortresses that once existed here. . He was going to throw the ruins of this tower piece by piece into the tranquil lake. He will level all the foundations, destroy the basement and cellar from below, and drop them into the bottomless abyss. Even in the next hundred years, no one can tell where the tower once stood, and no one dared to name the hostess of the tower, a treacherous witch.

He remembered Hathaway's warning, which was the last day he left for the border between Alençon and Istania. She once said that it was a dark ghost, and a black shadow reached out to take him away from her. He always believed that the Duchess was a calm, pragmatic woman with steel will. He loves her because of her strong personality, only that lady has this noble courage. She is not the kind of person surrounded by hunches and nightmares. Perhaps this is why he did not heed her warning and left his fear of her indifferent.

But she is right. Something evil has been waiting for him, to give him a more terrible fate than the dragon's breath and monster's stomach. Fate took him away from her and took him forever. He could never enter Moore's manor, and he could never see the peaceful garden, where his wife's soul disappeared.

He is now the Duke of Blood Eagle, now and always will be.

But how did his wife, a woman without the mysterious power of a female prophet, foresee the terrible end waiting for him at the end of his knight expedition in Burtania? Even the female prophet Beckinsale , This goddess ’agent in the world has magic and mysterious power, and the lady ’s divine grace flows through her body. How could she not feel the curse of the Duke of Blood Eagle?

Then there is only one answer: she has. Maybe she listened to King Charles. Perhaps it was Beckinsale who planned the entire despicable plan to take the duke's territory from its legitimate master and hand it over to a king who usurped the throne.

The Duke of Blood Eagle glared at the tower, watching the female prophet walk around on the balcony. She changed her appearance and looked younger and more melancholic than when he threw him out of the magic tower. Her dress was a transparent, tight-cut tailoring robe he had never seen before, and her long conical hat was hung with ribbons and feather tassels. The monster didn't know what trick Beckinsale was playing, but if she thought that changing her clothes and changing her face with a little magic would hide her from him, she would be wrong.

The Duke of Blood Eagle sneered as a group of skeletons dragged the elongated pole into the ground under the balcony. He knew how to collapse the woman's spirit. Like all women, she does not like violence and brutality. He had learned many ways from this monster when he was fighting the Al-Eba. Now, the sharpened wooden piles are still on the ground, but soon they will stand tall on the field, carrying the screaming bodies of villagers and farmers. He will pay back the contempt of the witch for him.

The monster began to growl impatiently, and ordered Baron Huguenot de Naval to meet him. He was annoyed that his army had not made progress. By now, they should have captured hundreds of farmers. His skeleton warriors should be ready to plant a pierced forest in front of the tower wall. Instead, they stood idly by piles of piles, attracting the firepower of several archers hiding in the fortress.

"Where is De Naval?" The Duke of Blood Eagle roared, kicking the zombie who was wiping his boots. The monster fell backwards and its jaw was kicked off by the monster. The decaying corpse crawled back unconsciously to its sitting host and continued its work, without noticing the broken bone piercing its cheek.

"Where is that sneaky mongrel dog!" The monster growled again.

Necromancer Jeffrey Huntington, like everyone else in the Duke of Blood Eagle, stood in his dark tent and watched the fiery monster. Necromancer complained inwardly. He almost wanted to tell his master that he had locked Baron de Naval in the chapel in the village of Giril, but he knew that there would be no benefit in mentioning it. Instead, he pushed the dark knight standing beside him, the slavery created by the Duke of Blood Eagle to replace Baron de Naval. "I think you'd better be a baron," Jeffrey said to the Dark Knight.

The Dark Knight approached the sitting Duke of Blood Eagle in confusion, bowing deeply in front of his master.

"Where have you been, De Naval? Fill your belly with the country girl's blood?" The Duke of Blood Eagle glared at his slave. "I am dissatisfied with the progress made by my troops. I sent my knights to burn down all the villages and bring back every captive they could catch." He pointed angrily at the empty field. "That was yesterday, and they haven't come back! I want my captive, baron! If those stupid people can't find a group of illiterate farmers, I will take their spurs! Then I will put each of them on the campfire Go, roast them with their own armor! "

Jeffrey shook his head when he heard the anger of Blood Duke. The Duke of Blood Eagle had another illusion, which made him think that he was still fighting the just King Charles. He sent his black knight to destroy villages that had been razed to the ground many years ago, to arrest those who had died and were buried for decades.

At the same time, the monster's army is in place, surrounding the magic tower, and if the army of the Duke of Gales rushes towards them, they will be as vulnerable as newborns. Judging from the traces of destruction left behind by the path of destruction they had traveled, Jeffrey was convinced that the Duke of Gales had issued orders to all his vassals to summon their knights and soldiers. They have not yet started the war with the Duke of Blood Eagle, which only shows that Duke Gaels is still commanding his army.

When they faced the knights of the Duke of Gales, Jeffrey hoped that there would be 3,000 undead knights of the ancient horse king marching with them. He wanted to open the ancient tombs of the horse kings ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and looted them so that the ancient knights who had been dug out of the tomb would fight under their new immortal lord. Most importantly, he hoped that the Duke of Blood Eagle would return to a wise and sensible state, focusing his clever mind on tactics that could defeat the Duke of Gales' army. He doesn't need that monster to be lost in the world of his own memories and hallucinations.

When he thought of an idea, Jeffrey touched his chin. He glanced at the terrible ghostly body of the witch Gisele. The madness of the Duke of Blood Eagle is that he is going to visit the long-dead hostess of the tower to take revenge. If Jeffrey could give him that revenge that was no longer achievable? Just as the Duke of Blood Eagle mistaken Sir Dane-Gattler-Whitman for Baron de Naval, he might consider Aniston Her predecessor Beckinsale female prophet. The shock caused by the unsuccessful victory so many years ago may be enough to make him break his fantasy.

Giselle is the key to Jeffrey's plan. Although it may take weeks or months to push down the thick walls of the tower, the Banshee can enter the fortress without breaking through the door. She can go through the stone, find Aniston, and then kill her. Then the Duke of Blood Eagle has no reason to continue to siege this magic tower

The necromancer leaned back, half listening to the Duke of Blood Eagle continuing to scold his black knight for the failure of Baron Huguenot de Naval. In order for his plan to be accepted by the Duke of Blood Eagle under the current circumstances, it must be skillfully presented his plan, then you have to play with your wrist. This is the magic of flattery and respect. Fortunately, if there is one thing that any wise man born in the peasant class of Burtania quickly learns, it is how to flatter and welcome when talking to the nobles who rule this kingdom.