Chapter 652 Making Viking Death Knights

Hearing this, the red-haired knight Aiu Taylor pushed away the pot-headed knight who put his sword on Asselwolf's neck, "Mordred, as a knight, you should restrain your cruelty. !"

The pot-headed knight Mordred, who was pushed away, continued to stare at the red-haired knight for a while with more sinister eyes than before, "Hmph, that's why Lord William asked me to lead the team instead of going back like you A soft bastard who is a court poet. Aiwu Taylor Buddha, you are making you weaker because this is the hometown of your ancestors? Be careful not to be caught by me and do something wrong, or you will know us Normandy's approach to such a fellow and his family."

Aiwu Taylor Buddha didn't say much anymore, he just stared back at the pot-headed knight, then turned around and put his hands on his knees, leaning over to look at Ethelwolf: "Where are the soldiers? The men are here again." where?"

"Master, they went to the north." Ethelwolf looked at the familiar red hair like a fellow countryman, knowing that he would answer if he didn't answer, he finally replied to the kinder-looking knight in front of him.

"Sure enough, the Norwegians are coming." Mordred said to himself with certainty.

"That's right, my lord, they fought against the Vikings." Ethelwerf replied truthfully, "All the young men went north with the king."

"Thank you." Aiu Taylor Buddha patted his shoulder with his hands, and continued to walk towards the captive area just now.

The Jarhead Knight, on the other hand, chopped off Ethelwolf, who hadn't reacted yet, with one sword cleanly, leaving only some skin still attached to his lower body.

Judith couldn't bear it anymore, let out a desperate and terrified scream and passed out, but her scream also attracted the red-haired knight's attention, and he turned his head to see the bloody scene.

Although very angry, Aiwu Taylor Buddha, who was familiar with the other party's brutal murder, didn't say anything more. The reason why this old man was killed was actually because Mordred was dissatisfied with his attitude and wanted to give himself some Warning, if the conflict is intensified again, the other party may not be able to do anything.

The red-haired knight just walked towards the corner where the captured women were piled up. He first adjusted the lying posture of the fainted Judith so that she would not have a suffocation accident, and then looked at a woman curled up in the corner Li was holding her child trembling and weeping in a low voice, Aiu Taylor put his fingers and index fingers next to his lips, warning her not to make a sound.

Merlin, who was still hiding in the wooden house, saw the body of his father Ethelwolf, bloody and bloody on the ground. He clenched his fists, and did not rush out impulsively for a revenge that had no chance of winning. He just stared at the face of the pot-headed knight through the gap in the wooden window, trying to keep the opponent's appearance in his heart, and let the opponent pay for today's atrocities when he is capable of revenge.

At this time, he glanced at the wooden window where Merlin was, and Mordred greeted his soldiers and took a torch in his hand. He looked around at these hurried prisoners, and said with a somewhat arrogant smile: "This... ...is the punishment for your king's treachery."

Mordred found Merlin hiding in the wooden house when he was catching Ethelwolf, but he never got rid of it. He glanced at the red-haired knight in the captive area and continued: "It's for you Soldiers, and the punishment for the men who deserted you, why did you go to fight the Vikings? They are probably gone forever!"

"Am I right, my lord Aiwu Taylor Buddha?" Mordred looked at the red-haired knight.

There was an unbearable look in Aiu Taylor's eyes, but it was part of the tactical plan of his sworn lord, Duke William, and he could only stand there without saying a word.

The houses of the villagers were set on fire, and the desperate village women screamed and watched their homes be destroyed. The raging fire, billowing smoke, and piercing screams occupied the area, and Maud Reid also pretended to be natural and lit the wooden house where Merlin was with the torch in his hand.

And showed a cruel smile to the little boy behind the wooden window.

The night is like a curtain, and the haloed and hazy moon hangs high in the sky. In the silent night, there is a low-pitched sound of incantations. , black weeds and those crooked tombstones, coupled with small raised mounds, are creepy.

Above the jumping flames was a pottery cauldron made of clay, and the thick black potion inside was bubbling with big bubbles, and some dead members of the Viking Berserkers were soaked in it.

In the open space next to the cauldron, a pentagram array emitting a dark red light shines on the ground, but the light does not make people feel warm and comforting. In an environment full of negative energy like a cemetery, it adds more Cold and eerie.

One of the wet corpses flew out of the giant cauldron and hovered in the center of the pentagram formation. The corpse belonged to Lynch, the Viking berserker leader who died on the bridge before.

Allen stood on the periphery of the pentagram, holding his staff high, and as he moved, the same pattern appeared on the corpse. When Allen stopped the last stroke, the entire pattern on the corpse glowed, and The light of the pentagram is connected into one piece.

Suddenly, the corpse's eyes opened suddenly, and two orange lights shone in the eye sockets. When the lights dimmed, he fell from the sky, landed on one knee, and lowered his head, "Master."

The corpse of the leader of the berserkers had been made into a death knight by Allen himself, and his voice was much colder than the one in front of him, like an echo from the deep valley.

When Lynch raised his head, he looked the same as before, except that his skin had become tougher than before, and his gnarled muscles had become stronger, except that his complexion had become an unnaturally white and bluish anomaly. It has been strengthened under the infestation of negative energy and potions, just like gaining a layer of natural armor.

This death knight is surrounded by a terrifying aura that symbolizes death and evil. If he doesn't put away this ability similar to the fear aura of Allen and the dementors, as long as he stands beside the death knight fifteen Creatures within a foot range will feel fear and despair from the bottom of their hearts, which will affect their combat performance.

Alan's eyes turned around on the tattered bearskin and outdated chain mail on his body, and shook his head with some dissatisfaction. Some death knights have more or less rotting skins that remain normal, but the Vikings, who already live in poverty, don’t look very good. It’s just that Alan doesn’t have good materials to support them in making them more suitable. Allen aesthetic and functional needs of the outfit.

Although as undead creatures, they will no longer be troubled by non-corrosive poisons and diseases, and all spells that act on living creatures have no effect on them, and they will not lose their combat effectiveness because their vitals are attacked, and they don't even need to Worry about physical strength and breathing problems-but direct attack spells and magical weapons can still hurt them normally. Like ordinary warriors, these death knights also need weapons and equipment to exert the weapon skills they learned during their lifetime.

Allen couldn't help thinking of the village called Crowhurst Village that he first encountered when he first arrived in this era. There was a small blacksmith shop in the village that could only recruit some farm tools. He hoped to finish making these death knights Finally, I can find some iron ingots inside, and then use the Transfiguration to make some full-body plate armor for them as equipment. And with their increased strength now, it is enough to bear a weight that far exceeds what they can bear when they are still living creatures.

But first, Allen had to go to Hastings to set up the magic circle that was set up near Stamford Bridge before he had time to deal with these secondary matters.

Thinking of this, he directed him to stand aside, and Allen continued his work. As time went by, a few days later, the corpses of Viking berserkers were made into death knights, and thirty-three death knights were neatly arranged. Arranged in front of a row of tombs, the momentum is compelling. Originally, if Alan wanted to, he still had time to continue to rescue a few more corpses that met the conditions for making a death knight, but the number thirty-three was too coincidental, and Alan had always been superstitious about the number three, so there were no more Take over.

Looking at the white-skinned and ragged-skinned army he made, Allen shrugged and said ironically, "At least I don't want to rely on you to attack the Great Wall..."

After finishing speaking, he waved his staff again, and the ground began to vibrate. At the position where the pentagram disappeared, the empty air suddenly began to burn, and then divided into two flames and began to move along an arc from top to bottom. , countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently appeared after being burned, and when the flames finally converged into a huge ring, a tall arch made of skulls also appeared.

Suddenly, Allen turned his head and looked to the right of the arch. Two skeletons and a ghoul in the attic of Weasley's house who only knew how to eat spiders and moths were attracted by these death knights, staggering Come over, if Alan is willing to let the death knights receive them, they will become their undead followers.

It's just that Allen obviously has no intention of accepting these low-level or undead creatures with no intelligence at all at this time. They basically don't help the battle, but they look terrifying and disgusting. The ghoul also exudes a corrupt stench— —In fact, this has happened many times in the past few days, and the wizard reluctantly ordered the death knight to stop them in place.

Looking at the ugly ghoul who was forced to stand motionless and moan constantly, Allen couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Why didn't Weasley ask the Ghoul Destroyer from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures to take them out?" The one at home got rid of it and kept it as a pet at home, could it be that the ghoul was transformed by an ancestor of the Weasley family?"

The burning sound from the gate of the other world brought Allen back to his senses. He summoned the phantom horse, turned over and rode it neatly, and rushed into the gate. Those Viking berserkers also took advantage of their abilities after becoming death knights, summoned their own bone horses, followed Allen and began to rush towards the gate of the other world.

These thirty-three knights didn't seem to have any chance to ride a horse. They were different from standing on the ground, even if they didn't count the halo of fear. On horseback, they seemed even more mob. The Viking death knights fell off their bone horses one after another, and then were trampled by the teammates behind them—fortunately, although they were not good at riding, they at least had good resistance to blows. After the horses passed by, they bounced off the ground, Without even patting the dust and dirt on his body, he got on his horse again and chased after him.

The sound of horseshoes shook the entire cemetery, and when the last death knight stepped into the portal, the gate to another world was closed and disappeared, leaving only some skeletons and ghouls wandering aimlessly around the cemetery.