Doom Knight System

Things didn't go as smoothly as the Giant Wolf Knight had expected. The leader's hand barely touched Mrs. Pemero's shoulder, and a gust of wind howled down from the sky.

All the giant wolf knights retreated instinctively, rumbling... The snow and mud were lifted up abruptly, and the giant wolf knights who were closer were directly knocked to the ground.

Amidst the dust and snow, a knight radiating the magical power of black mist knelt down on one knee. Starlight radiated from the black mist, and sharp knives were stuck upside down at the joints of his armor, making him look even more ferocious.

"You...you...are...to save me?" Mrs. Pomero's eyes widened, revealing a hint of surprise. Although her cheeks were a little thin after several days of running around, it didn't affect her at all. A beautiful face full of charm.

The black-armored knight was Lancelot, and he had no intention of intervening in this fight, but the giant wolf knight called out the woman's name, which made him feel moved, and then acted decisively.

Mrs. Pomero is Henry's aunt and the wife of the Duke of Wimbledon, who is very helpful to Lancelow's subsequent actions.

The leading giant wolf knight waved his hand with a gloomy expression. Just as he was about to speak, he did not expect Lancelot to attack first.

"Knights do not die with their bare hands!"

An ordinary knight's sword was emitting black smoke, and turned into a low-level treasure in the blink of an eye. In the hands of Lancelot, it turned into a scythe of death, and instantly cut three giant wolf knights in half.

The leading giant wolf knight roared, and blocked the shield in front of him, and a layer of transparent magic light floated on the shield.

Then, the whole person was smashed into the air like a bowling ball.

Clang!Clang!The giant wolf knights rushed forward with scimitars, but ordinary weapons could not compete with "Knights Don't Die Unarmed". After the low-level treasures collided with the scimitar, there was no crisp sound of metal knocking, but it was like cutting tofu. .

The armor on the giant wolf knights was like paper, and they were easily beheaded by Lancelow.

"Who are you? Don't you know that we belong to the Dark Council?" the leading giant wolf knight growled, a little unbelievable.

But the next second, the black long sword easily cut off his head, a junior knight is so powerless in front of the silver knight.Not every junior knight is like Lancelot.

"Hehe... Interesting, it turned out to be a member of the Dark Council." Lancelow sneered, then took back the [Glory of the Mad Knight], and then took off the sealed helmet.

Mrs. Pomero's body limp and collapsed on the ground. The knight in front of her was a heroic middle-aged man with long hair hanging over her shoulders, straight nose, and dark red pupils revealing incomparable arrogance.

"Ma'am, now that you are safe, I'm leaving too." Lancelot put the knight's sword back into its scabbard and said desperately.

Madam Pomero turned pale again, and said tremblingly: "I am the Duchess of Wimbledon, please... escort me back to the castle, and I will definitely repay you."

"Hehe... madam, you are not afraid that I am with these people?" Lancelot said lightly, shaking the scarlet ring on his hand.

Mrs. Pomero was taken aback, but she quickly regained her composure, brushed her hair lightly, and said in a low voice, "Darkness...the Dark Council is not only full of bad people, otherwise why would you save me?"

"Hehe... Interesting, really interesting. If I accept the employment, what reward can you offer?" Lancelow rubbed his chin and said with a malicious smile.

The greedy gaze seemed to penetrate Mrs. Pomero's clothes, making the lady somewhat uncomfortable, but she knew that she had no other choice, so she said cruelly, "I... I can satisfy you. Anything you ask for, including titles and money... until you return to the castle, you... I belong to you."

Lancelow clapped his hands. The woman in front of him seemed weak, but she was smart and decisive in key matters. She was also an extraordinary woman, so she couldn't help being interested in this matter.

The Dark Parliament is now shouting and beating everyone in the outer city, like rats crossing the street, but organizing such a force at once to kidnap the Duchess must be a big conspiracy.

In the warm tent, after being comforted by Lancelow, Mrs. Pomero, who was still in shock, told what had happened.

There is nothing complicated. Mrs. Pemero, who was on vacation at the Hot Spring Castle, was rushed back in the snow after learning that her husband, the Duke of Wimbledon, was seriously ill and dying, but was attacked by unknown forces on the way.

A 50-man knight order was wiped out. These knights were equivalent to one-fifth of the Duke of Wimbledon's strength.

"Oh? If this news is not false, then someone has leaked the news. Are there any strangers around you who have just arrived?" Lancelow asked.

As a person who just met once, even if some special relationship happened, Pomero didn't completely trust Lancelot. If it wasn't for her life being controlled, this woman would definitely have a different attitude at this moment.

"If you don't cooperate, I'm leaving now. It's impossible for me to risk my life for your affairs." Lancelot said lightly.

Mrs. Pomero's expression was a little uncertain, and she hesitated for a long time before she whispered: "My magic advisor introduced an oriental man, who seems to be a necromancer named Maoshan."

"Oriental? There are orientals in the city of sanctuary?" Lancelot frowned, feeling a little excited. According to historical records, the first place to be completely destroyed after the end of the world was the east.

Mrs. Pomero nodded with certainty, and said, "Yes...my husband brought it back from outside the city. At that time, that person was seriously injured and stayed in my house at last."

"It seems that your husband has some deals with this Maoshan necromancer, and then involved the Dark Council. Hmm... interesting." Lancelot narrowed his eyes, his eyes were like sharp knives.

Once the topic was opened, Mrs. Pomero couldn't control the chatterbox. Perhaps it was the hint given by Lancelow that made her unconsciously bring the mastermind behind the scenes into the oriental man.

According to Mrs. Pomero, her husband, the Duke of Wimbledon, has become mysterious and mysterious since he came into contact with the oriental magician.

If it hadn't been for the fierce quarrel between the two, Mrs. Pomero would not have wanted to leave the castle and go on vacation alone.

Lancelow secretly guessed that there might be something attractive about the ignorant woman in front of him. During his contact with Mrs. Pomero just now, he felt that there was a wave of mental power in her that was different from that of a magician.