The situation was getting worse, and Matthew was sweating profusely. He did not understand why Farrah would drop the ball at such a crucial moment.
Why would a grand wizard of death appear at the banquet? In the whole of Brittany, there were only two divine-level spellcasters other than Morgiana, the Lake Goddess. One was Berchemund's chief courtier and lover, and the other was the person in charge of the Holy Convent in Culona.
Great Saint Adepts were not cabbages that could be found anywhere. At this level, even the most powerful nobles would treat these adepts as guests of honor and allocate large sums of money for them to build adept towers and conduct magical research. This was because these adepts could single-handedly change the tides of war.
In the Empire on the other side of the mountain, there were more grand wizards of the holy realm, but there would not be more than ten of them!
Here came the question! Why would a grand wizard of death appear at the banquet today?
However, there wasn't much time left for him to ponder. After Akerhan's teachings, Matthew Bard immediately realized that after repeated failed attempts to summon the necromancer, the necromancer would soon discover the location of the necromancer.
He thought for a moment and continued to speak to the necromancer with a serious expression, "In that case, you stay here. I'll go see what's going on outside. If the situation is bad, we'll retreat immediately."
"Yes." The necromancer also knew the seriousness of the matter and nodded repeatedly.
Matthew quickly left the room and let out a few cold laughs. He then ran through the garden and ran towards the other side of the banquet.
His plan had failed.
No problem, he still had a plan B.
The court wizard was dead, and the magic barrier protecting the castle was now gone. It would not be difficult to escape from the search. Matthew thought of this, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his handsome face.
Should he go find Fiona?
After thinking for a moment, Matthew turned around and ran towards the castle.
Sure enough, in just a few minutes, the Grail Knights in the banquet hall finished putting on their armor one after another. Elspeth, the Grand Wizard of Death, pointed in a certain direction in the castle and said, "The Summoner of the Undead is there!"
"Let's go! Knights, follow me! " The Grail knight, Fedmond, led a large group of sea knights in that direction. Under the service of Emilia and Suria, Laing put on the Gray Knight Psionic Power Armor. He hung Nemesis on his back and raised Mjolnir with both hands. "I'm ready!"
"Let's go!"
Duke Berchemund, Duke Bodrick, and the others stayed behind. Many knights led by Laun and Laing rushed to the necromancer's location one after another.
At this time, the necromancer, Farrah, who was sitting in the corner of the castle, was still trying to summon the black Grail knight while waiting for Matthew to confirm the situation outside. The necromancer was still thinking. He thought that Matthew might not be Akerhan's ideal candidate to cultivate.
Farrah knew that Akerhan had adopted this abandoned baby in the wilderness when he came to Brittany to search for the "Staff of Nagash" and raised him up. The life of the Lich King would not come to an end, and naturally, he would not need another successor. However, Matthew must have been given some mission by Akerhan and was sent to Brittany.
The sound of footsteps outside the door woke Farrah up from his thoughts. The footsteps were dense and chaotic. The Necromancer stood up in shock. He felt that something was wrong!
A few minutes had passed. Where was Matthew? Had the black Grail knights sneaked in?
"The necromancer is here! Knights! Prepare for battle! " Farrah did not wait for Matthew, but a large group of knights and sergeants led by the Grail knight, Fedmond.
I've been betrayed!
The necromancer suddenly realized that he had been betrayed.
Ma Xiubad had actually betrayed him and escaped!
"Oh! No! " Fedmond saw Farrah's figure. The guards at the door had already fallen, and only the Necromancer was left standing in the middle. Bordro's court wizard had died tragically in the room. "We're late, but it's not too late for revenge! Pay the price, necromancer! May the Lady grant us victory! "
"May the Lady grant us victory!" The knights rushed into the room and charged towards Necromancer Farrah.
"Don't even think about defeating me!" The necromancer knew that he had been betrayed. He let out a terrifying scream and raised his goat bone staff, pointing it at Fedmond. "Nagash's Gaze!"
A purplish black light shot out from Farrah's eyes towards Fedmond. The Grail knight immediately dodged, but a Sea God knight behind him was hit on the spot. His flesh was directly peeled off from his body, his bones necrotic, and his armor corroded into a pool of molten iron.
The air was burning. The necromancer's spell was so powerful that it could peel off a mortal's flesh in one hit.
However, the Brittany knights were not afraid. The Lady's knights had continuously proven their loyalty and faith through their actions for thousands of years, even if it meant staining the battlefield with blood. Fedmond quickly approached Farrah, his body surging with courage. The Grail knight swore to give the necromancer's head to the Lady of the Lake as a tithe.
The blade slashed across, and Farrah awkwardly retreated. The necromancer reluctantly pulled out an undead bone sword to fight against Fedmond.
Close combat was not the necromancer's forte. In just two moves, Farrah was forced into a perilous situation. The scimitar blessed by the Sea God had once been stained with the blood of countless evildoers, and now it would continue to fulfill its duty.
The necromancer didn't even have time to hold the bone sword in his hand before two weapons came at him from the side. One of the Sea God's Knights roared and used the Sea God's Trident to attack the necromancer's arm. The other Sea God's Knight also attacked with a scimitar. The sound of the scimitar cutting through the air stimulated Farrah's hearing. He let go of the bone sword with a strange cry and took out a scroll to tear it open.
"Bone Shield Wall!"
A huge wall of white bones filled the room, and the white bones finally helped Farrah block Fedmond's attack. Before the Necromancer could catch his breath, a terrifying wind of death blew through the room. The wall of white bones crumbled like sand in front of the wind of death, disappearing in the wind.
The Black Lady of Nur, Elspeth, appeared in front of the necromancer. The scimitar in her hand drew a semicircle in the air at a mysterious angle. The wind of death surged, and Farrah's last attempt to self-destruct was futile. He barely managed to use the bone sword to block Fedmond's attack again. A giant fist the size of a brown bear came straight at him.
Under the tremendous force, Farrah felt his vision begin to spin. He thought that he had been sent flying. The necromancer hoped that this would be a lucky way to escape.
However, the necromancer soon discovered that his body was still standing in the same place.
So that's how it is. My head flew off.
After the necromancer's head flew off his shoulder, the Chief Justice of Nur, Theodore Bruckner, looked at the Sea God Knight and the Holy Grail Knight Fedmond with disdain. Faced with the chief justice's "kill stealing" behavior, the Brittany knights present glared at him, but there was nothing they could do.
Fedmond's face was red. This necromancer was his prey! The Holy Grail Knight felt that he had suffered a great humiliation, but he had no right to criticize Theodore's "kill stealing" behavior. This was Bordero, and he and his family did not do a good job of security at the banquet.
This was how the Holy Grail Knights were. They might have emotions, but when it came to conflicts between fellow humans, they were always more willing to look at the problem rationally, neutrally, and objectively. They were willing to put themselves in other people's shoes and try their best to choose a solution that was acceptable to everyone.
Except for the serfs.
"So … the problem is solved?" Theodore crushed the necromancer's head with his foot. The necromancer's strength had not reached the holy realm, and he was not a vampire. With Elspeth blocking his escape route, he was really dead this time.
"The problem is not solved." Leon, who had just walked in, said, "I've checked the corpses of the guards. It's impossible for a necromancer to get close enough to kill two fully-armed guards with just two slashes. There must be a spy among the guests!"
In the battle just now, Leon had chosen to watch from the sidelines. Firstly, the opponent was not that strong. A knight was enough to deal with it, so there was no need for him to fight personally every time. Secondly, this was Baldro. As a guest, it was inconvenient for him to join in the fun when his master was eliminating the enemy.
"I've ordered the castle gate to be closed. All the guards are to be deployed and search all the guests," Fedmond immediately ordered.
"Yes, sir!" The guards scattered.
"The castle gate is closed. The intruder has nowhere to run."
…
"Damn it, the castle gate is closed."
A young couple jogged all the way out of the castle, only to find that the gate was slowly closing in front of them. The guards, led by the Sea God Knight, were searching for the guests everywhere.
"What should we do? Ma … Dominic? How are we going to get out? " Fiona was panicking. The girl from Bayleon had never experienced such a big battle. Her fierce appearance made Ma Hubard sigh. "Don't be like this, Fiona. Look at your face. Anyone who sees you like this will be suspicious, right?"
"Then what do you want me to do?!" The girl suddenly lost her temper at Ma Hubard for no reason. She grabbed Ma Hubard's collar and shook him hard. Her beautiful little face scrunched up, and her eyes widened. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You must attend this banquet, and now you've implicated me! You're a wanted criminal! It's all your fault, all your fault! "
"Shut up! Fiona, if you want to lure the defenders here... "Ma Xiubad's words made Fiona shut her mouth with a displeased expression.
Just now, the guards found the two people who wanted to leave along the corridor. The guards tried to interrogate them, but because Fiona was angry and scolded the guards for their rudeness, the guards did not dare to make things difficult for the girl from the Duchy of Bayleon.
After all, Fiona was the descendant of the Balduin family, one of the twelve first-generation Holy Grail Knights. She enjoyed special privileges in the kingdom. Without the order of the king or the Lake Goddess, no one dared to offend Fiona.
This woman is still useful, Ma Hubard thought.
"Fiona, thank you." The young and handsome knight suddenly slowed down his tone. His face was full of affection.
"Huh? What are you talking about? "The girl was a little confused.
"Thank you for being willing to follow a fugitive like me, and for being willing to do so much for me. I really don't know how to repay you. You are like the stars in the sky, the lighthouse in the sea, bringing a glimmer of light in my dark life. You are simply my sun." Ma Hubard suddenly held the girl's hand and said affectionately.
"You, you, you! Why are you suddenly saying such strange things? " Fiona's face turned red after hearing Ma Hubard's words. The girl's original arrogant look disappeared. She panicked and kept retreating until she could no longer retreat. She leaned against the wall of the castle and said, "Don't come over!"
"I don't mean that, my dear Fiona." Ma Hubard laughed in his heart. His Godfather, Akerman, was a famous Casanova (when he was alive). It was too easy for him to deal with a girl like Fiona who had just fallen in love. He said, "If we want to escape, we may need some means. Fiona, do you see the two guards at the gate of the turret?"
"Yes." Fiona nodded.
"You go and order them to lead them away. I will go out first, and then we will meet at the Peacock Bar outside the city!" Ma Hubard whispered.
"Okay … Okay."
A few minutes later, Fiona asked the two guards for help. She said that her partner was missing and asked them to help find him. After successfully leading the two guards away, Ma Hubard took the opportunity to sneak into the corner. He turned over and went through the window of the turret. He jumped out of the window and fell into the moat of the castle.
"Plop ~"
Just as Ma Hubard fell into the water, Elspeth immediately sensed that someone had left the castle. She held her huge scythe tightly with both hands. A purple magic circle flashed, and the Wind of Death turned into purple-red silk threads and pointed in the direction where Ma Hubard escaped. "Someone has escaped from the castle. I have marked him!"
"Very good! Knights, follow me! " Duke Bodrick was also fully equipped. He raised the trident of Poseidon in his hand and said, "Forward, for Bordero!"
"For Bordero!" The bearings turned, and a large group of knights rushed out of the castle on their horses.
As soon as Ma Hubard climbed out of the cold water of the moat, the horn of Poseidon sounded in the castle. A large group of knights rushed out of the castle under the leadership of the Knight of the Holy Grail, Fedmond, and rushed toward where Ma Hubard was.
"The enemy is by the moat!"
"Slayer! Slayer! Slayer! "
"Mannan above!"
Oh no, he was still discovered!
Ma Hubard was soaked in water. At first, he wanted to raise his sword to fight the enemy. But after a moment of observation, Duke Musillon immediately realized that the pursuers were not something he could fight against. Because other than more than 100 Poseidon Knights, Duke Laun of Connet, Duke Bodrick of Bordero, and Count Laing of Glamorgan were all there!
There was no way he could fight against such a powerful group of enemies alone.
The only way was to cut his losses.
Duke Musillon silently took out a golden skull from his bosom and chanted an ancient and profound spell.
Darkness fell, and black fog filled the area where he was. When the pursuers got closer, three figures wearing black heavy armor with dragon winged helmets and holding lances and shields appeared. They were riding undead warhorses.
On their armor and shields, the black Holy Grail pattern lingered with terrifying undead magic energy. The cursed dark magic had soaked into the bodies of these undead. The souls of the once noble veterans had been desecrated, but their former strength had become even more powerful.
In just one exchange, four or five Poseidon Knights were killed on the spot.
Duke Laun of Connet, who had arrived with the pursuers, saw the three black figures and immediately shouted.
"Black Holy Grail Knights!"
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