Chapter 245 You can’t survive without fighting, the four-ring wild hunting knight!
Calvin often heard the name of Yeats Brondie from his father.
My father said that the Brondi family, once one of the three major families, has lost its former glory.
The eldest son is mediocre, the second daughter marries far away, and the youngest son is stupid.
The position of 'Grand Duke of the Northern Province' that once belonged to Blanche will eventually fall into the hands of Calvin.
but.
At this moment, the night is dark.
The petals of rotten blood roses are everywhere, the dead-thorn blood demon spider is crouching in the black blood-soaked open space, and the calm and unhurried Vampire Marquis stands on his back.
When Calvin saw the figure in front of him, he drew his sword and flashed the cold light.
Even the seemingly invincible Vampire Marquis was stunned.
Calvin couldn't help but hold his breath.
The young knight's eyes reflected the tall figure, and deep respect arose in his heart.
He is not a hero, but he has the belief to wield the sword towards the five-ring hero level!
Yeats exceeded everyone's expectations, including his father who seemed to know everything.
He is not a rotten tree, but a magic bean that grows vines that reach into the clouds. All high-ranking figures must bow their heads!
Sa——
The light of the sword is like the bright moonlight, and the frost is as white as snow.
Moonlight fighting spirit is extremely restrained against vampires, and Yeats is also proficient in the moonlight sword.
The sharp cold light made it difficult to open one's eyes, forcing the king-level Death Thorn Blood Demon Spider to scream!
Dracus's figure stood as tall as ever, without any swaying. His black robe with a stand-up collar and long gray hair were flying in the wind, and a look of amusement flashed under his scarlet eyes.
"Is this your choice?"
He was not in a hurry to kill him. Like a skilled wine taster, he allowed the blood to fully come into contact with fear, gradually awakening the despair in his bones.
The corners of Dracus's mouth revealed sharp fangs.
Stretch out his pale and thin fingers, like a conductor of a symphony orchestra, and raise them gently.
Suddenly.
Rich blood rose into the sky, and the rotten petals were swept by the sudden fishy wind, which was coquettish and strange.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a blood-red tornado.
The momentum was extremely astonishing. Yeats' eyes were solemn. This marquis was no easier to deal with than the presiding judge.
The sword light sank into it and had no effect at all. Then Dracus suddenly pressed his hand, and the tornado exploded into a blood-red tide, rushing towards Yeats like a scourge!
Five Ring Spell·Blood Tide!
The entire wilderness was engulfed by the scarlet torrent. The giant trees were broken by the waves like bloody hands, and were instantly dissolved by the blood. All directions were once again enveloped by Drakus's illusion barrier. The blood and water levels in the barrier continued to rise. Fuka The horses of Si and Calvin neighed and fell down, with no bones left!
Fighting energy rose into the sky, and Yeats and the others floated above the sea of blood.
Calvin's face was livid, and Phocas frowned.
I saw that the Death Thorn Blood Demon Spider was just soaking in the tide of blood, its armor became increasingly scarlet, its eyes radiated a fierce light that chose people to eat, and the pincers in its mouthparts kept opening and closing.
Dracus smiled half-heartedly and said, "How are your flying skills?"
After saying that, he tapped lightly, and a scarlet beam of light shot out from his fingertips.
Spell·Blood Plague Ray.
Creatures hit by this ray will have large areas of their skin peel off, and blood will gush out from their bodies. Their death will be miserable and horrific!
The ray went straight towards Phokas, suddenly turned and hit Yeats from the side!
"Master, be careful!" Phokas shouted.
Yeats glanced coldly, and the sword in his hand burst into flames of blood.
Wow!
With a horizontal slash of the sword, the burning scarlet sword energy immediately swallowed up the blood!
"Blessed by blood?"
Dracus's voice revealed a hint of surprise, he tapped his chin with his finger and whispered to himself:
"It's an interesting blood food. No wonder he dares to challenge me, but..."
Dracus's eyes were cold and majestic. He raised his chin and looked arrogantly:
“It’s so rude, how dare you disobey the nobles!”
Phew!
The Death Thorn Blood Demon Spider shot out multiple threads so fast that it was difficult to see clearly, wrapping Calvin tightly.
Another spider thread locked Fokas tightly, he clenched his sword in both hands and shouted lowly.
Bang!
Fokas’s fighting spirit surged, bursting the spider silk.
The sword wind roared, and Phokas chopped up the spider threads directed at Yeats!
"Master, you are good at illusions, you will definitely be able to leave here——"
Phokas tightened his grip on the sword hilt, like an old lion, with a majestic body and awe-inspiring eyes.
“I’m here to buy time for you!”
Years ago, the setting sun was like blood.
The Duke of Brondie, whose appearance is 70% similar to Yeats, reined in his horse and stood on the edge of the cliff at sunset.
The afterglow shone on the heroic profile, the Duke held his whip and looked into the distance, smiling:
"The scenery is so beautiful, Phocas, why do you look unhappy?"
"Sir, why did you give up White Night City?"
Phocas muffled:
"Thomas is far from your opponent. If you continue to compete, you will definitely win."
The setting sun fell in the Duke's eyes. He looked at the magnificent northern hills and said slowly:< br>
"Because I made a mistake, Thomas has been hiding all this time. But I didn't make a mistake. Thomas is a friend worth making, so he abstained with me. However, luck was on his side in the end - what does this mean? ?Fokas?"
"It shows that you are noble." Fokas was depressed.
“It shows that luck only belongs to those who are prepared!”
Duke Browne smiled:
“I am going to leave Chenshuang Ridge to Yeats. Although it violates the primogeniture system, after what happened today, neither the Golden Lion King nor Thomas will have any objections to my decision.”
Phokas was taken aback for a moment, then admonished:
“However, in a cold and bitter place like Chenshuang Ridge, and the young master is frail and sick, this may not be a good thing for him!”
"No matter how hard it is, it's still a barony. It's better to have land than to have no land." The Duke's smile was a little bitter.
"I am not a competent father. This decision is unfair to both Yeats and Wilson, but at least... you can help me and my child, Furkas." Furkas was startled and looked at With sincere eyes, he was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice:
"My wife and children died in the hands of robbers. I fell into a coma after killing all the robbers. It was you who saved me, sir, your Will is my will——"
“No, what I want to listen to is your will.”
Duke Brondi interrupted, turned around and stared at the young and resolute face of Forcas, and said word for word:
"If you were asked to choose one of my children to help you, which one would you choose?"
Forkas opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
"Which one will you choose?" Duke Brondi asked again.
Fokas lowered his head, his eyes flickering, as if he had made some determination, and slowly raised his head.
That resolute face, with the passing of time, is engraved with wind and frost, with awe-inspiring eyes.
Staring at the Vampire Marquis, Phokas roared and chopped down the heavy sword!
Buzz——
Drakus only used two fingers to clamp the trembling sword edge.
Phocas's pupils shrank, but he saw a sarcastic sneer rising from the corner of Drakus's mouth.
Bang!
The abdomen suddenly felt like being hit by a stabbing punch. Phokas's plate armor was dented, he coughed out blood, and his body flew backwards!
Snowy Owl quickly flew across the battlefield, protecting Phokas' body, and his mana carried him back to Yeats.
"Snowy Owl, take care of Phokas -"
Yeats looked at Drakus and said coldly:
"I'll kill him."
Dracus lowered his eyes, as tenderly as caressing his lover's hand, brushed off the blood on his knuckles, and chuckled:
"You don't know what a hero is, a hero is-"< br>
In an instant, his eyes became extremely terrifying, and a scene of a sea of blood and corpses seemed to appear behind him. Thousands of corpses were piled into piles of bones. The atmosphere was oppressive, and black clouds covered the battlefield like fear and despair.
“Even millions of humans can’t stop me!”
Dracus’s cold eyes reflected the figure swooping in from the sky.
Yeats used the wings of the God of Poetry to instantly shorten the distance between him and Dracus!
“My men are buying you time, instead of running away, they are coming towards me.”
Dracus sneered: "It's really stupid!"
Yeats responded indifferently.
In the soul realm, the way of knighthood is gradually rising, as if seeds of faith are sprouting.
——What is the spirit of chivalry?
Humility, bravery, justice, sacrifice... Knights have always been unyielding in dedicating themselves to their ideals.
Chasing ideals will always lead to bloodshed.
In the legend of Emperor Lorraine, those who pursued the Holy Grail paid a price that ordinary people could not imagine.
The virtues derived from this are the reason for the knights to fight and the path of the knights.
So, what is the path of wild hunting?
The greatest honor is to die in battle;
After death, the soul enters Valhalla and fights day and night;
At Ragnarok, tens of millions of troops rush out of the Hall of Valor and still fight.
Fight, fight, fight!
If you don’t fight, you can’t survive.
This is the path of wild hunting!
Yeats' eyes were stern.
In an instant, the knighthood in the body transformed.
Complete career promotion through epiphany!
Neither a strategic knight who is good at tactics and command, nor a holy light knight who is glorious and sacrificed.
But the furious and fighting Wild Hunting Knight!
"You have become a four-ring wild hunting knight!"
"You have obtained new combat skills, talents, and blessings!"
"Talents·Fighting Frenzy: The more serious your injuries are, , the more likely it is to cause a knowing blow."
"Combat skill: Deliberate charge: You accumulate fighting energy to complete a charge. The longer you deliberate, the stronger the charge will be, and the power will be greatly increased while riding. "
"Blessing·Rage: You inspire and control anger and enter a state of rage. In the state of rage, the sense of pain is greatly blunted, and the strength and speed are greatly increased. After the rage ends, you enter a weak state."
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Something strange flashed across Drakus's eyes.
‘What’s going on? It seemed that some divinity had fallen into his body just now? ’
Sa!
Yeats landed on the back of the Death Thorn Blood Demon Spider, his sword force as fast as a meteor and as dense as a rain shower!
Dracus was able to dodge everything with ease, and spoke quickly with great interest:
"Are you a knight under the Wild Hunt? But you are still alive, but not far from death!"
Yeats said coldly: "I will use your Death Sting Blood Demon Spider to drink it later. . ”
Dracus bared his fangs, and blood filled his palm, condensing a long and narrow bone blade.
The bone blade is covered with terrifying spikes and barbs, like the most deadly weapon, burning with scarlet blood flames!
Spell·Bone Blade.
"I will taste your blood first, it will be delicious."
Suddenly.
The blood flames fell with the blade!
Majestic and majestic, like a rolling mountain, it is difficult to compete with the power of heroes!
Cang! !
A crisp blocking sound.
A strange color flashed across Drakus's eyes, and he suddenly felt wary in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Yeats, holding a strange-shaped round shield, actually blocked the full blow of the five rings!
The round shield glowed with gold, and a charming and coquettish beauty's head was embedded in the center. It had a soul-stirring magic power that attracted Dracus's attention unconsciously.
Dracus's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt strange. From this shield, the dignified Marquis of the Blood Tribe actually felt a little afraid!
"If you are so close, you won't miss it."
Yeats' eyes narrowed.
"Aegis·Petrification!"
(End of this chapter)