Doom Knight System

"It's really great that you have nothing to do." Yagonier broke in panting, saw the ashes on the ground, and threw her body limply into Lancelot's arms.

Lancelot said coldly: "Do you know what's going on?" The killing intent gushing out of him almost made the air boil.

"The Durkan family sent a dirty Quasai! Damn it, we should complain to the Castle of the Lich King." Yagonier said indignantly.

Quasai demons are second only to devils in hell and are disgusting to all demons. At the beginning, this race was just a vassal of powerful demons and had the same status as dark gnomes, but they yearned for victory and wanted to gain power like other demons. Great strength, but with the heart of a coward.

Therefore, this kind of jealousy made them assassins, and their racial talents "stealth" and "toxin" made them adept at this job.

In addition, Quasaimo can produce narcotic toxins in its body, even if the demon general is attacked, he will be unable to move for a short time.

Lancelow snorted coldly in disgust, and said: "Complaint? Hehe, that's a coward's way. I have offended some big figures in Lich King's Castle, and no one will meddle in their business. You have received the news, But there is no conclusive evidence, let’s just leave it as it is today, I will remember it.”

Yagonier had no choice but to turn around and leave when she was hugged by Lancelot and thrown on the bed, and then blushing voices came from the room.

Time passed quickly, and one month was too short for the demons. The long years made them have no concept of time at all, and relying on the passage of time, their strength would also increase accordingly.

There are very few demons who exercise as hard as Lancelot, as if they have endless energy, they squeeze their physical strength to the extreme every day, and at night they can even fight [-] rounds with Yagonier on the bed, The latter knelt down and begged for mercy.

The dark dwarf brought the custom-made weapon on the last day of the appointment. The weapon master's eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn't rested for a long time. Behind him were a few strong Berserkers carrying a cloth bag wrapped in canvas.

"I used obsidian soul iron as the main body, and then inspired the demon soul. This weapon is not only indestructible, but also has attributes such as cutting and bleeding. There are also some mysterious attributes that need to be developed by yourself. It can be said that this weapon is I hope you can cherish the weapon that is closest to the artifact I created." The dark dwarf master said with emotion.

Lancelot nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't insult this weapon!" After speaking, he untied the canvas bag and held the war blade in his hand.

The sharp edge of this war blade shone with a cold light, as if it knew something, it kept making trembling buzzing sounds, like a hungry monster.

"What it lacks now is a famous name!" said the dwarf master, with excitement in his eyes, and his voice became excited.

Lancelot gently stroked the icy shield of Warblade, and said slowly, "Rage, your name is Rage!"

hum!hum!There was a cyan halo on the war blade, followed by a fierce aura. This strange scene lasted for less than three seconds, and the war blade returned to its previous ugly appearance.

"The psychic artifact is really a good weapon." Lancelow nodded with satisfaction. As a dark troll with a height of four meters, the weapon not only requires strength, but also cannot affect the speed. The war blade in front of him is completely Meet all his needs.

"If you die, I will take back this Stormrage Blade as one of my collections." The dark dwarf master said in a deep voice, then took a deep look at the blade, and left quickly.

Hoo hoo! !Hoo hoo! !
The Stormrage Blade swung faster and faster in Lancelot's hand, and a hurricane formed around him. The entire training ground was enveloped by this ubiquitous hurricane, and the hard lava boulder was cut into pieces.

hum!The surging magic power condensed on the war blade, rising into the sky like two crescent moons, colliding together in mid-air to form a cross shape.

"Papa." Applause sounded, and the sinking blood demon Ma Li Ke dragged his heavy body into the training ground, and said in a surprised tone: "I never thought that a newly promoted demon could display a demon that was no less powerful than the demon general." combat power."

"Who are you?" Lancelot asked coldly, holding the Stormrage Blade in front of him. When he saw Maliko, he felt vaguely familiar. I also have it in my heart.

However, Ma Like was confused by the abyssal aura on Lancelow. As long as he is sure that the other party is not a demon clone of a human soul, then there is no need to hide his identity, so he said very frankly: "My name is Ma Li Ke, and I am the Lich King Borgia. Local guest, young devil, are you interested in joining my army and fighting for me?"

"Huh!" Lancelot let out a long breath, the horror in his heart was beyond words, but there was no expression on his face, knowing the news was of no use to him, and the gap with the other party was still very big. In order to avoid being discovered, he shook his head resolutely and said, "I have already signed a contract with the Lich King's Castle, and I will not leave with you."

Mali is a bit regretful, but he can't force it, because this is not his territory after all, and he has to be more or less concerned about the Lich King's thoughts in his heart. Poaching corners secretly and courting them on the surface are not the same nature.

Maiko's departure quieted Lancelot's surroundings. Not long after, the lich who helped him read an order to the entire Lich King's Castle, and it turned out to be the task of attacking Death Canyon.

The demon warriors yelled for unknown reasons. After being held back for a month, their warlike bloodlines were reactivated, and the uncontrollable killing intent rushed out of their bodies. This killing intent condensed to form a light red evil spirit , so that the sky of Lich King's Castle was dyed red.

Ya Ge Nier was assigned to the logistics, mainly responsible for dealing with wounded soldiers. This task has high merit and low risk factor, which many demons can't ask for.

Lancelot wanted to keep Yagonier by his side as a personal doctor, but it was unrealistic at all. Yagonier's beauty had already attracted many demons' ideas, and perhaps entering the logistics force was a good choice.

Most of the demon fighters were assigned tasks smoothly, and there were fewer and fewer demons in the square. Lancelow never heard his name, and he knew in his heart that someone was deliberately causing trouble, so he was not in a hurry.