The devil stood still.
The sky suddenly turned dark quickly.
The dark red setting sun covered the world like blood at one moment, and the next moment thick black clouds swept over in large swaths. The shackles of the north were opened, and the cold slashed across the earth like a knife, flying sand and rocks, and the sound was like a ghost crying.
Medieval nights belonged to the devil, to the grotesque, to the most terrifying dark things imaginable.
If there is any unfortunate person wandering in the wilderness at this time, the howl of the wild wolf mixed in the wind is enough to frighten his heart. Not to mention the other hideous things that gradually appeared in the darkness.
Ye Xiao came from a distance with a sneering cry, and if you stretched the field of vision a little, you would see the scene of the saints trembling - the tombs in the wild opened their mouths one by one, wrapped in shrouds. The skeleton crawled out staggeringly from the inside.
They came toward where the devil stood, like a pack of wolves tempted by the smell of blood.
—To be precise, it should be heading in the direction where the king left. The devils are just right on the line they must cross in their pursuit.
"what."
The devil seemed to remember something.
"Today is the day that Saint Var died... The way she was pierced by the bones seemed to be stuck in yesterday."
Any priest would be furious to hear him mention "the death of St. Vaal" in such a light and casual tone. In the war that swept through the darkness and light a thousand years ago, the pure white Saint Vaal, the beloved of the Holy Lord, fell. Her blood stained the silver holy emblem.
The dark creatures rejoiced the day she fell.
Since then, the saints have mournfully mourned their saint on September 23. And the witches, werewolves, vampires... They will hold a grand gathering of witches and demons on the top of the mountain. [1]
But this was a long, long time ago, but it came out of the devil's mouth as if he was there in person, and even played an extraordinary role.
"It really was a good day."
The devil was overjoyed, holding a scarlet rose in his hand, as if he was about to go to a lover's banquet.
He was in such a good mood that he did not hesitate to show a graceful smile to the guests behind him: "Good evening everyone, welcome to this humble stage."
Alas, the most ardent castle lord could not have been more dignified in welcoming his guests.
What can be called a "guest" by the devil is not something that can enter the church:
The ladies of the night travel came from the darkness on the beasts and walked the long road, they obeyed the goddess of the moon, the mistress of the night, Diana as they obeyed their mistresses. The black monks followed closely behind a big man, and to the left of the big man was a death knight holding a black flag. Half-man, half-bird Madame Pomfiler combed her wings. There are faint shadows of werewolves coming to the north...
Like the uncorrupted corpses in the tombs, these dark creatures of higher intelligence followed by smelling the darkness.
Ordinary people, priests, astrologers... They can't smell that breath, only those in the dark can smell it. It was a sweet smell of blood that was so sweet to them, enough to drive them crazy.
Not those mortals, those goddamn priests. To dark creatures, their blood smells like a stinky gutter on the side of the road. And the smell of blood was so sweet, it reminded them of a thousand years ago, when darkness ruled the continent.
Like the most splendid red rose.
The smell of blood only spread a little during this special time today, and those who smelled it had already come far.
"It's a pity, the time is not up, otherwise I would ask you to convey greetings to my old friends."
The devil held a rose and bowed apologetically to the gathered "guests".
His "guests" were simply inexplicable.
They looked at each other, most of the dark creatures near the city of Truu and the Moon River Fortress knew each other. Then they looked at the strange devil standing on the small hill together, as if no one knew him.
The half-human, half-bird Madame Pomfiler looked at the handsome and luxurious devil, her nose and nails had turned into beaks and claws, and at this time she used her pointed beak to comb her feathers gracefully, "Where did you come from, strange devil? I haven't seen a devil like you in a long time... God your kind are really unpleasant."
The big man leading the black monk would be much simpler.
He snarled harshly: "Get out of the way of the devil, and don't get in the way of our soul hunt. Get out of the way, devil. I don't care where you come from, or join us and tear the rarest crimson soul with us. To shreds, or to be ripped to shreds by us... You don't want to feast on your own, do you?"
The devil stood on the hill, and he straightened up.
Facing the big man's vigilance, the devil was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed wantonly.
The laughter grew louder and louder, revealing such a strong evil.
The big man angrily took the huge hammer from his back, which was dripping with blood.
The devil's laughter suddenly disappeared.
Holding the red rose, he burst into laughter one second, and the next second rage swept through his eyes. - From this point of view, the devil's uncertainty and His Majesty the King who signed a contract with him are simply a match.
"I'm not in the habit of sharing treasures with others. Maggots."
he said coldly.
"His soul is mine alone."
Devil announces.
The torrential rain poured down without warning.
…
Their King's Majesty was worse than ever.
Those in the negotiating embassy realized this.
The victory of the negotiations from the Blaises did not make the king one happier. He ignored everyone's exhaustion and ordered the convoy to return to the castle as soon as possible, before dark.
The negotiation site is located between the Moon River Fortress and the City of Tru, and it is indeed possible to run at full speed.
However, no one thought that the sky would get dark so fast.
One moment the sky was blood red, but the next moment it was dyed in black, so dark that ink could drip. Not only that, but there was a strong wind that was cold to the bones, and everyone couldn't help shaking. In this bloody weather, even if they didn't leave the camp, they would be in bad luck.
Any tent would be blown into the sky in the face of such high winds.
Unusual weather, thick darkness... All this made a strong sense of unease.
The housemaster lit the lamp for the king, and the iron knights lit the torches. The wind was so strong that although the torches treated with special methods were not blown out directly, the fire was pitifully small, not much better than matches.
The horses kicked their fore hooves and snorted nervously one after the other.
—It's like hell has opened a hole.
The House Chief couldn't help but think so.
The king sat in the carriage. Although he was wearing a thick and warm cloak, his face was paler than anyone else's. His head started to hurt, as if a knife was slashing thinly... He didn't know if it was a sequelae of rebirth or an old problem he already had.
The House Chief came to ask him what to do next.
The king pressed his back against the cold metal carriage and replied calmly.
His disguise was so perfect that no one could hear him being different.
Under the king's order, everyone drew their weapons and moved forward vigilantly. Although they didn't know why the king was so vigilant, it was always right to be cautious in this environment. May the Lord bless them who are trekking in the dark.
Tonight is the death of St. Val, and the Lord is angry and saddened by the fall of his beloved.
Tonight, He does not bless the mortal.
"defense-"
The convoy climbed a small hill with difficulty, and the experienced knight commander suddenly felt a chill rise from his spine. He didn't have time to think about why, and immediately raised his shield.
His voice was ripped apart by the wind.
In the noise of people and horses, the sound of arrows breaking through the air was a bit shrill.
"Enemy attack!!!"
The knights shouted loudly. They gathered at the front of the convoy for the first time, erected a hard shield, and formed a defensive wall in an instant.
clang-clang-clang-
The arrows hit the shield one by one, and the iron arrows collided with the iron shield, making a series of crisp sounds.
All should be thankful for the wind that made them so embarrassed! They were just upwind, while the enemy was pulling their bows and shooting against the wind. If it weren't for the wind, which cut the speed and strength of the iron arrows by more than 40%, they must have suffered casualties at this time.
who is it
Horror almost swept through everyone's heart.
who is it? Set up an ambush here? Who was so bold as to want to kill Legrand's king
The only one that had been anticipated was probably the king himself.
Almost as soon as he heard the noise, the king immediately grabbed the sword and whip that had been placed beside him, and jumped out of the carriage. The House Chief turned pale with fright at his unexpected behavior. The king was not in the mood to pay attention to him, grabbed his own warhorse, and turned on the saddle.
"His Majesty!"
The House Chief thought he was going crazy.
The arrow stopped.
The enemy also discovered that their plan had failed. In such high winds, any arrow rain is just a joke. They stopped their futile actions.
The king drove his horse across the convoy and went straight to his knights.
A bolt of lightning ripped apart the black sky.
The world is illuminated at this moment, and all things show their true colors in the icy whiteness.
The king saw his enemy.
Beneath the hills, the withered grass was swept to the ground by the wind. Across a wetland, a group of terrifying cavalry was illuminated by lightning.
He heard the voice of the house chief behind him trembling slightly: "Ancient... Gulundian cavalry!"
In the pale light of lightning, the heavy cavalry was as black as a shadow. They have the most exquisite armor and the most terrifying cavalry on both sides of the Abyss Strait. They sat on high-headed horses that were strong and powerful, and wore heavy armor like humans, with arrows behind them and chilling cavalry spears in their hands. [2]
Their breastplates glow.
They are descendants of the sea barbarians who invaded the Western Continent in the twelfth century BC.
The world is snowing.
The king is at a distance from his enemies.
The author has something to say: [1] Reference to the Medieval Night of Walburgis. Walburgis, the saintess, witches and witches hold a witch party on the mountain on the eve of her festival.
[2] Refer to the Lombard heavy cavalry. They were distributed in northern Italy and had the most exquisite armor and the most terrifying and most powerful cavalry in Europe at that time. Their horses are heavily armored, and they are armed with cavalry lances. In Dan Jones's description, they are "enough to drive anyone who witnesses them to death."