The former knight of the Holy Grail, Onore de Reis, left this world peacefully. His soul could finally rest in peace.
However, Laing's face was still very serious. He did not say much. Instead, he immediately said to Veronica, "It's urgent. We can't rest tonight. Let's go back to the fief immediately!"
"Okay!" Garland had always been a woman who understood the importance of things. Although she had many private things to say to Laing, she immediately replied, "Then, shall we go now?"
"Yes! Let's go now! "Laing immediately got on his horse and pulled the witch onto its back at the same time.
The abilities of pure-blooded elven warhorses were astonishing. Clayon first brought Veronica back to Leji Village to inform her that the Blood Knights had been executed. Then, he rushed to his own Baron Gene Hill overnight, traveling at the speed of light.
After more than three hours, they arrived at the upper reaches of the Shinon River. Under the dark sky, Laing raised his warhammer and rushed all the way to the town of Jean with his psionic light.
It was only four or five o 'clock in the morning. It was winter in Brittany, and the sun was still far from rising. The gate of the baron's castle was tightly shut. Laing had no choice but to take the initiative to knock on the gate.
"My baron?!" After a few minutes, Katzenberg, who was wearing linen pajamas and a nightcap, appeared on the tower of the castle. Although the sky was still very dark and there was only a faint moonlight, Laing's psionic light was very bright. He raised his warhammer and signaled Katzenberg to open the gate.
"Open the gate!" Laing's identity, armor, and appearance were relatively special and easy to recognize. Even so, Katzenberg still asked a few details of Laing before shouting to the soldiers to open the gate.
"Open the gay!" The soldier said with a heavy local accent. The heavy iron gate and wooden gate were opened. Laing rode the exhausted Grape into his castle with Veronica in his arms. Veronica's mount was only an ordinary workhorse. It was already exhausted on the way and was thrown aside.
It was winter in November. Katzenberg's breath was white smoke. The loyal butler still tried to stand up straight. "My baron, why did you rush back in the middle of the night? Did something happen? "
"No. I defeated the Blood Knight, but I learned something shocking … Come, send Grape to the stable. It's cold now. Add more straw and feed for her. Remember to add more carrots and black beans!" Laing handed the reins to a soldier. The soldier nodded repeatedly.
Grape was very tired. She was carrying Laing and Veronica, who were fully armed. The back of the pure-blooded elven warhorse was covered in sweat. Hearing Laing's words, Grape nodded, neighed, and left with the soldier.
The pure-blooded elven warhorses were very intelligent and capable. They could understand human language, and the elves even had a way to communicate with them. Although Laing did not know how to communicate with them, he could communicate with Grape through his psionic power.
"Veronica, you rest in my room. I have to report the existence of the Black Grail Knight to the Lady immediately. You go rest first." Laing strode into his castle and came to the third floor. Laing gestured for Veronica to rest in his room and then opened the door to his prayer room.
Wizard Garland opened the door to the master bedroom and said angrily, "You want me to share a bed with your Dark Elf maid?"
On the big bed in the master bedroom, Dark Elf Orica was sleeping.
"… There's another bed on the other side of the room." Laing squinted at the witch. He reached out and pulled Veronica into his arms. He kissed her gently on the lips and said, "Good night, my great witch."
"Good night, my great knight." Veronica grumbled. She quickly went to rest.
Laing closed the door of the prayer room. There were only a few chairs and an altar of the Lake Nymph in the small room. The Grail Knight quickly changed out of his Psionic Power Armor and knelt down to pray. "My lady?"
Almost as soon as Laing prayed, the prayer room lit up. The Lake Nymph, wearing a pink chiffon dress, appeared in the room. Unlike her usual half-smile, the Lake Nymph looked very serious. She first raised her hand and gestured for Laing to get up. Then she immediately said, "I already know what happened. My champion, someone has desecrated the tomb of the Grail Knight. They used the magic of filth to awaken them and created the Black Grail Knight."
"That's what I wanted to tell you, my lady. This is very unusual. Even if the soul of the Grail Knight can be summoned, how difficult is it to control the Grail Knight? Why can the soul of Onore de Reis be summoned and turned into a Blood Knight? "Laing asked. He thought that the Lake Nymph would give him the answer immediately.
But unexpectedly, the Lake Nymph's eyes were full of hesitation. Her long golden hair fell to her ankles like a waterfall, and her beautiful face was full of uncertainty. She seemed to be hesitating whether to tell Laing the secret of this matter.
Laing only felt a little disappointed, but he did not insist. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, my lady. But we have to find a way to deal with the Black Grail Knight. Otherwise, as time goes by, the foundation of the country will be shaken!"
"… My champion, this matter is very troublesome. Please listen to me slowly." The Lake Nymph sighed softly. "The Red Duke of Muxilon is the last Duke of Aquitaine. He knows where many of the Grail Knights are buried. My champion, although I am a god, I can't repeatedly interfere in the affairs of the mortal world. What's more, the opponent's strength is not weaker than mine. You know the Lord of the Dead, Nagash. You must also know about the Battle of Rick River, right?"
"Yes." Leon nodded. He knew about the Battle of the Ricke River. The Lord of the Dead, Nagash, and the Human Emperor, Charlemagne had fought on the Ricke River. Charlemagne had used the Divine Hammer, Gelmalaz, to burst Nagash's head and defeated the Lord of the Dead. However, that battle was actually extremely dangerous.
"As everyone knows, Nagash lost his physical body in that battle and became a wisp of his soul. However, his powerful soul did not die. Now, more than a thousand years later, Nagash has once again awakened from the black pyramid and is plotting his return." The Lake Nymph sat next to Laing and sighed softly. "Nagash's strength is beyond your imagination. His weakness is that he is not good at close combat, but I am not good at it either. In this case, neither of us can do anything to each other."
Laing felt very strange. Listening to the Lake Nymph, she seemed to be a little unwilling to be enemies with Nagash. Could it be that she had decided to tolerate the evil? Did she decide to let the dead of Muxilon desecrate the graves of the Grail Knights?
"My lady?" Laing's voice was obviously shaken and dissatisfied, but the Lake Nymph immediately reached out her hand and pressed on Laing's face, indicating that he should calm down. "I once had a plan, my champion. How much power do you think the Grail Knights will retain when they are resurrected?"
"Maybe seventy to eighty percent, but that is not important. What is important is, my lady, other than facing Chaos or the Green Dwarfs, I am not willing to fight side by side with the dead." Laing shook his head violently, but he immediately thought of the Lake Nymph's idea. "Wait, my lady. You mean, when a strong enemy appears, you will resurrect the dead of the Grail Knights as a last resort?"
The Lake Nymph nodded repeatedly. "I used to think so. Otherwise, how can mortals face the army of Chaos?"
"I don't think that is a good idea, my lady!" My lady! "Ryan frowned and retorted. Then, he was stunned.
The Lake Nymph gently hugged his arm and whispered a series of words in his ear. Then she said in a sharp voice, "Because of this, I have changed my mind. In that case, the dead who desecrate the graves of the Grail Knights and their souls must be severely punished!"
"I am very happy that we can reach an agreement, my lady."
"Me too, my champion." The Lake Nymph smiled charmingly. She reached out and gently tapped the back of Laing's hand. Then she continued, "I will instruct Morgiana to gather the Grail Knights and then move the remains to keep them safe. As for the dead of Muxilon … my champion, tomorrow, I will unleash my fury! I will need to borrow a lot of your power. "
"Okay!" Laing nodded.
The Lake Nymph saw that and reached out her hand to Laing. "Then I will go back and prepare. My champion, see you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow!" Laing gently kissed the back of the Lake Nymph's hand.
After coming up with the plan, Laing did not sleep for a day and night. He felt extremely tired. When he came out of the prayer room, it was already bright outside. Outside the prayer room, Olica, who was wearing a black and white maid outfit, and Suria, who had changed into a winter coat, were already waiting outside. When they saw Laing come out, the maid and the duke's daughter spoke almost at the same time.
"Master!" "Laing? Why did you rush back in the middle of the night? "
Laing's expression eased a little. He said in a deep voice, "I took care of the Blood Knight, but I found a shocking secret. I have prayed to the lady and received her response. I will not talk about this for the time being, and you don't have to ask. After tomorrow, you will get the answer."
The duke's daughter was a very sensible person. Seeing that Laing did not want to talk about it, she did not ask any more questions. After confirming that Laing was safe, Suria said goodbye. "Then I will go back to Helenhilde first. Laing, you are welcome to find me anytime."
"I will. Goodbye, dear Suria." Laing gave the duke's daughter and her maid. Even Emilia reluctantly followed the marquess back to Helenhilde. Classes in the academy were not over yet. The academy would not be closed until two weeks before the Winter Festival in early December.
"Master." The dark elf Olica walked behind Laing with the sound of high heels. "I have prepared the hot water. Master has returned from a battle. Take a good bath and rest!"
"Okay!"
The next day, Brittany, Dukedom of Connaught.
This was a cursed place. The entire dukedom was surrounded by a large number of Brittany troops, sentries, and rangers. Even in the coldest winter, or the hottest and driest summer, the troops here firmly guarded the various passes on the dukedom's border. However, they rarely took the initiative to attack. Other than the fact that the troops of the dukedoms were not subordinate to each other, which made it difficult to unify the command, the undead army's strong defense was also one of the reasons.
But today, the situation was slightly different.
Under the gloomy sky, dark clouds covered the sky. Thunder rumbled. The guards were whispering to each other.
"It's rare to see this kind of thunderstorm in the middle of winter."
"Yeah, I don't know what's going on."
"Maybe the lady is angry and wants to punish these undead bastards?"
While the guards were still chatting, the river that originated from the Arden Forest, the Grismeri River, suddenly began to show some terrible changes.
In winter, the water that had dried up gradually became turbulent and surging. Then, with the gloomy weather, torrential rain poured down from the sky, watering and hitting this cursed land.
The Grismeri River began to flood.
With the fury of nature, the huge river water hit the edge of the riverbank, and the trees all made way for it. The water continued to rise until it overflowed the riverbed and broke the dam. Regardless of the laws of nature, the clear river water gradually turned into a torrent that broke through everything, and large amounts of bubbles rose into the sky.
It was the lady! It was the power of the lady!
The riverbank collapsed, the dam shattered. The terrible flood swept through the entire lower reaches of the Grismeri River. Even the sturdiest boulders were swept away by the torrent. An indescribable flood broke out. It spread across the land and rolled towards Mu Xilong.
The flood rushed into the territory of the Duke of Connaught, rushed out of the forest and rushed towards the sprawling plains. Countless farmlands were washed away by the flood. Countless houses were swept away on the spot. The villages built by the escaped slaves, the checkpoints defended by the undead, the rich trading stations and various villages were completely submerged by the flood. Even the sturdiest houses were crushed to pieces. Even the sturdiest stone towers collapsed. The flood turned the achievements of the undead and the humans over hundreds of years into history, destroying everything that the Red Duke had worked so hard to build.
The water level continued to rise, rolling over the broken land. The emerald green energy of the Lady of the Lake was wildly tilting. The land that had been corrupted by the vampires came into contact with the clear water and emitted a burning smell. This was the battle between the divine power of the Lady of the Lake and the midnight nobles. The graveyards and tombs that housed many undead were completely destroyed by the raging flood. The undead inside were burned to ashes as soon as they came into contact with the water, leaving nothing behind.
The water level rose higher and higher. Even the tallest ghoul king was swept away by the flood. The undead screamed and fled in all directions.
The flood rushed past the outposts of the Brittany army, but did not harm the Brittany army. All the knights and foot soldiers knelt and sang the name of the Lady of the Lake, praising the greatness and supremacy of the Lady of the Lake.
The flood stopped abruptly when it reached the giant walls of Mu Xilong. Even such a terrible flood could not do anything to the high walls of the cursed city. However, the entire territory of the Duke of Connaught was almost completely submerged except for the city itself.
In the air, the sharp and crazy laughter of a woman was left, lingering in the hearts of the humans and undead for a long time.
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