Chapter 652 Making a Viking Death Knight (Sincere Thanks to the Leader for Being 18 Years Old)
Hearing this, the red-haired knight Aiutelefer pushed away the jarhead knight who had his sword on Æthelwulf's neck, "Mordred, as a knight you should curb your cruelty. !”
Mordred, the jarhead knight who was pushed away, continued to stare at the red-haired knight with a more sinister look than before, "Humph, this is why Sir William asked me to lead the team instead of going back like you. You are a softie who is a court poet. Aiutelefo, are you weaker because this is the hometown of your ancestors? Just be careful and don’t let me catch you making any mistakes, otherwise you know that we Normandy’s methods for dealing with this guy and his family.”
Aiutelefer said no more. He just stared back at the Jarhead Knight, then turned around and put his hands on his knees, leaning down to look at Æthelwulf: "Where are the soldiers? The men are there again. where?"
"Master, they went to the north." Æthelwulf looked at the red hair that was as familiar as a villager. Knowing that others would answer if he didn't answer, he finally answered to the kinder knight in front of him.
"The Norwegians are indeed coming." Mordred confirmed to himself.
"That's right, sir, they were fighting the Vikings." Æthelwulf answered truthfully, "All the young people followed His Majesty the King to the north."
"Thank you." Aiutelefo patted his shoulder with his hand and continued walking towards the prisoner area.
The Jarhead Knight slashed Aethelwulf, who had not yet reacted, with one clean stroke of his sword. Only some skin on his upper body was still connected to his lower body.
Judith couldn't bear it anymore, she let out a desperate and frightened scream and then fainted, but her scream also attracted the attention of the red-haired knight, who turned around and saw this bloody scene.
Although he was very angry, Aiutelefo, who was familiar with the other party's cruel killing habits, did not say anything more. The reason why the old man was killed was actually because Mordred was dissatisfied with his attitude and wanted to give himself something. Warning, if the conflict is further intensified, the other party may do something else.
The red-haired knight just walked towards the corner where the captured women were gathered. He first adjusted the lying position of the fainted Judith so that she would not suffocate, and then looked at a woman huddled in the corner. There was a trembling and crying woman holding her child in her arms. Aiutelefo put his index finger to her lips, warning her not to make any sound.
Merlin, who was still hiding in the wooden house, saw the body of his father Æthelwulf lying on the ground in a bloody mess. He held his fists and did not rush out impulsively to seek revenge that had no chance of winning. He just glared at the face of the Jarhead Knight through the gap in the wooden window, trying to remember the other person's appearance in his mind, and then make the other person pay for today's atrocities when he was able to take revenge.
At this time, after glancing at the wooden window where Merlin was, Mordred called to his soldiers and took a torch. He looked around at the hurried prisoners and said with a somewhat arrogant and joking smile: "This... …a punishment for your king’s treachery.”
When Mordred captured Æthelwolf, he discovered Merlin hiding in the wooden house, but he never revealed it. He glanced at the red-haired knight in the prison area and continued: "It's for you. The soldiers, and the punishment for the men who deserted you, said they went to fight the Vikings? They probably left and never came back!"
"Am I right, my Lord Aiutelefo?" Mordred looked at the red-haired knight.
There was a look of intolerance in Aiutelefo's eyes, but this was part of the battle strategy plan of his sworn lord, Duke William, and he could only stand there without saying a word.
The houses of the villagers were set ablaze by raging fires. Desperate village women screamed as they watched their homes being destroyed. Raging fires, billowing smoke, and piercing screams occupied the area, and Maude Reid also pretended to light the wooden house where Merlin was staying 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 hazy moon with halo hangs high in the sky. In the silent night, there is a low voice of incantation. This voice echoes sadly in the air with the cool breeze, coupled with the flickering light of the fire. , black weeds and crooked tombstones, coupled with the small raised mounds of soil, are creepy.
Above the jumping firelight was a clay cauldron, in which thick ink-colored potion bubbled with big bubbles, and some dead Viking Berserker members were soaked in it.
In the open space next to the cauldron, a five-pointed star array emitting 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 makes it even more... Cold and weird.
One of the wet corpses flew out of the giant cauldron and hovered in the center of the five-pointed star array. The corpse belonged to the Viking Berserker leader Lynch who had died on the bridge before.
Allen stood outside the pentagram array, holding his staff high. As he moved, the same lines appeared on the body. When Allen stopped the last stroke, the entire lines on the body glowed, and The rays of light from the five-pointed star array merge into one.
Suddenly, the corpse's eyes suddenly opened, and two orange lights shone in the eye sockets. When the light dimmed, he fell from the air, landed on one knee, and lowered his head, "Master."
The body of the berserker leader has been made into a death knight by Allen himself. His voice is much colder than before, like an echo from a deep valley.
When Lynch raised his head, except for the fact that his skin color was an unnatural white and bluish state, he looked the same as before - except that his skin was tougher than before, and his knotted muscles were also different. Being strengthened by the negative energy and magic potions, it was like gaining a layer of natural armor.
This death knight is surrounded by a terrifying aura that symbolizes death and evil. If he does not put away this ability similar to the fear halo of Allen and Dementors, he only needs to stand fifteen times next to the death knight. Creatures within feet will feel fear and despair from the bottom of their hearts, which will affect their combat performance.
Allen's eyes turned on the tattered bearskin and outdated chain mail on his body, and he shook his head with some dissatisfaction. Although he spent a lot of effort to make the magic potion, he should have been able to fight with Juda. The skin of some death knights that have begun to rot more or less has remained normal, but the appearance of the Vikings who already lived in relatively poor conditions is really not very good, but at present, Allen does not have good materials in his hands to support them in making more suitable ones. Allen is equipped for both aesthetic and functional needs.
Although as undead creatures, they are no longer troubled by non-corrosive poisons and diseases. All spells that act on living creatures have no effect on them, and they will not lose their combat effectiveness because their vital points are attacked. They do not even need to Worry about physical strength and breathing problems - but direct attack spells and magical weapons can still harm them normally. Like ordinary warriors, these death knights also need weapons and equipment to display the weapon skills they learned during their lifetime.
Allen couldn't help but think of the first village he encountered when he first arrived in this era, called Crowhurst Village. There was a small blacksmith shop in the village that could only buy some farm tools. He hoped to finish making these death knights. Finally, you can find some iron ingots inside, and then use the transformation technique to make some full-body plate armor for them as equipment. And with their now increased strength, they are able to bear weight far beyond what they could bear when they were still living creatures.
But first, Allen had to rush to Hastings to set up the magic circle that had been set up near Stamford Bridge before he had time to deal with these minor 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. Thirty-three death knights were neatly arranged. Arranged in front of a row of tombs, the momentum is overwhelming. Originally, if Allen wanted to, he actually had time to continue to rescue a few more corpses that met the conditions for being made into death knights. However, the number thirty-three was too coincidental. Allen had always been superstitious about the number three, so there were no more. Collect.
Looking at the troops he had created with blue-white skin but ragged clothes, Allen shrugged and said sarcastically, "At least I'm not relying on you to attack the Great Wall of Despair..."
After speaking, he waved the staff again, and the ground began to shake. At the point where the five-pointed star array disappeared, the void 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. 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 side of the arch. Two skeletons and a ghoul that only knew how to eat spiders and moths in the Weasley's attic were attracted by these death knights and staggered. Come over, if Allen is willing to let the death knights accept 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 sense of mind at this time. They are basically of no help in the battle, but they look horrible and disgusting. The ghoul also exudes a stench of corruption - -In fact, this has happened many times in the past few days, and the wizard reluctantly ordered the death knight to stop them where they were.
Looking at the ugly ghoul who was forced to stand motionless, groaning and looking ugly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Allen couldn't help but wonder: "Why didn't Weasley ask the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures? The ghoul extermination team drove away the one in their house and kept it as a pet at home. Could it be that that ghoul was transformed by a certain ancestor of the Weasley family?"
The sound of burning coming from the door to another world brought Allen back to his senses. He summoned the phantom pony, turned over neatly, rode on it, and rushed into the door. Those Viking berserkers also took advantage of the powers they gained after becoming death knights, summoned their own bone horses, and followed Allen to start rushing towards the door to the other world.
It seems that there is no chance for these thirty-three knights to ride horses in front of them. Unlike when they stand on the ground, even without the fear halo, they have their own majesty. On horseback, they appear to be even more rabble-rous, and there are even two The Viking death knights fell off their bone horses one after another, and were trampled by their teammates behind them. Fortunately, although their riding skills were not good, they at least had good resistance to blows. After the horse team passed by, they bounced up from the ground. Without even brushing the dust and mud off his body, he got on his horse again and chased after him.
The sound of horse hooves shook the entire cemetery. When the last death knight stepped into the portal, the door to another world immediately closed and disappeared. Only a few skeletons and ghouls were left wandering around aimlessly in the cemetery.