Doom Knight System

"Ding dong! Since your territory has reached the limit of recruitment, if you want to continue recruiting knights, please don't stop your conquest."

Lancelot originally wanted to recruit a few guide knights in Area A, preferably under the Duke of Wimbledon, but the system poured cold water on them.

In desperation, he could only spend some energy points to exchange for a book about zombies.

"In the dark world of the East, zombies are very unique existences. They can be infected and reproduced like vampires and vampires, but they don't have all the characteristics of living things.

There are roughly three types, one is the walking corpse, which is an unconscious body, and the lowest zombie, which completely relies on its own instinct or magic to control its actions.As the saying goes, the walking dead, this kind of walking dead is not afraid of death, sometimes a low-level walking corpse is often more powerful than a low-level self-aware zombie.

The second type is zombies with self-awareness. They have the same intelligence as humans, can judge their own behavior, and can protect and cultivate themselves at a low level.

The third type is Hanba, which is limited to legends, and is known as the ancestor of zombies, born zombies.According to ancient records, Hanba was transformed by the daughter of the Eastern Yellow Emperor in order to defeat Uncle Yu under the command of Chi You, the God of War. However, due to the long history, there is no way to verify this statement.

Manipulating walking corpses belongs to the professional category of driving away corpses. The real master is to find zombies with self-awareness to sacrifice and make them reborn.

Because a zombie like the black-robed zombie, which was formed at a secret speed, will become stiff in muscles and joints in a short time.

Warlocks divide the successful zombies into eight types: purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, flying zombie, wandering corpse, lying corpse, boneless and so on.At the level of flying zombies, they probably have the strength of SR-level silver knights. As for the latter types of zombies, no one has seen them since the end of the day. "

……

Lancelow was watching in a daze, and Mrs. Pomero put her arms around his neck from behind, and said in a slightly fearful tone, "Let's... let's go quickly."

"Hehe...don't worry, traveling in this weather is courting death. I believe someone will come looking for it soon. Now I want to ask, if the Duke of Wimbledon dies unexpectedly, who is eligible to inherit?" Lan Si Luo hugged Mrs. Pomero with his backhand.

Mrs. Pomero froze, then quickly softened, her face changed slightly, and she whispered: "Except... my two nephews, Charlie and Lafayette, no one is qualified."

Mrs. Pomero narrated the things that were supposed to be confidential, without hiding anything.This smart lady has already realized that the situation is wrong. She can become the grand duchess of Wimbledon territory under one person, relying on the favor and status of the Duke of Wimbledon.

Once the Duke of Wimbledon is dead, Lady Pomero understands that her best end is to hide in the inner city with her property, and the worst is to have nothing, and she will even be hid by some lowly knight, or auctioned off as a slave .

Mrs. Pomero didn't want to fall into this kind of fate, so she responded to Lancelow's request like grabbing a life-saving straw.Even if he knew that Lancelot's background was unknown, and he was uneasy and kind, he couldn't care so much at this moment.

Lancelot didn't know much about this woman's psychological state. He patted her on the head with a smile, then lay down comfortably, quietly appreciating the tender service of the other party.

Mrs. Pomero's dedicated service was praised by Lancelow, and she also got what she wanted. She arrived at Wimbledon Castle the next night.

The castle named after the Duke of Wimbledon is the strongest in Area A. The huge city walls and towering magic defense towers are like a magic weapon that fell from the sky during the storm.

Creak...creak...The city gate slowly opened, and several teams of knights rushed out on horseback.

Facing the former guards, Mrs. Pomero did not feel any sense of security. Instead, she held Lancelot's arm tightly. From the eyes of those humble knights in the past, she clearly saw an undisguised possessiveness and excitement. .

Something unusual has apparently happened to the castle and it has slipped out of the Duke of Wimbledon's control.

Lancelot was not polite to these people, but released a little bit of SR-level mental power, which ordinary knights would not be able to detect.

But the horses instinctively began to restless, even if the knights tightened the reins, it would not help.

"Clang!" The knights jumped off their horses, pulled out their knight swords, and stopped in front of Lancelot.

"I am the Duchess of Wimbledon, be bold! Stand down!" Mrs. Pomero yelled loudly, relying on her support.

The Wimbledon guards and knights looked at each other in blank dismay. They obviously had some scruples about the former mistress. After taking back their weapons, they reluctantly gave way to a passage.

As soon as Lancelow and Mrs. Pomero entered the castle hall, a group of people came in front of them.

"Dear aunt, you are finally back." Surrounded by a group of knights, a young man in his early twenties had a gentle appearance and blond hair flowing around his head.

This young man had half as much imagination as Henry the Lionheart. He was also very burly, imposing, and his mental strength was close to that of the peak knight commander.

Mrs. Pomero's eyelids twitched, and she said coldly: "What? Do you want to rebel? Rafaeli, you are too impatient. Your uncle is not dead yet."

The young man named Raffili smiled and said, "Uncle's condition is too serious, and he can't handle official duties at all now, so I preside over the affairs of the castle on the recommendation of the Wimbledon Knights."

"You... why are you! Why?" Mrs. Pomero was trembling with anger, and rushed forward to slap Rafaelie, but Lancelot hugged her and couldn't move.

"Who are you?" Rafaeli frowned, focusing on Lancelot, his heart sank slightly.

Lancelot said expressionlessly, "I am Lady Pomero's guardian knight. Whoever dares to harm her must pay the price with his life."

"Hmph! What guardian knight? It's fake when you hear it. Go to hell." A knight directly attacked Lancelot from behind in order to please Rafaeli.

boom!A mist of black magic power visible to the naked eye emerged from Lancelot's fingers, and with just a little force, the knight's sword, which had been tempered for thousands of years, shattered into a pile of scum.

"Hmph! Trash!" Lancelow swung his arm domineeringly, cutting the knight's head in half with a single gust of wind.

Everyone's eyes changed from shock to fear, and they started to retreat involuntarily, with a trace of cold coming from their backs.