Heart of the Castle

Chapter 442 The Skeleton Lord's Miscalculation

The Queensland Clock Tower was once a symbol of the city, standing in the center of the city. The body of the building is made of white moiré marble, a specialty of Ruhr County, as if the legendary tower in the clouds fell into the dust.Every day at sunset, melodious and far-reaching bells ring from the clock tower and spread throughout the nearby pastoral farms, heralding the end of a day of hard work.No matter rich or poor, high or low, as long as the citizens of Queensland look up and see this towering building, they will feel a sense of pride in their hearts.

However, now, this tens of meters tall building has been contaminated by evil forces. The dead have regarded this place as the core node of natural disasters and plagues. Countless evil magic circles have been arranged on the top of the big bell tower. On the white body of the big bell tower, like maggots, each one is like an ugly scar.

In order to ensure that this core node is safe, countless undead creatures are lurking around the big clock tower. They are not cannon fodder such as rotting blood zombies, but the real elites in the army of the dead.The powerful zombie warrior is wearing heavy armor and holding a bone-cutting sword tempered by undead magic; the wraith is weeping sadly, for his own unfortunate fate, and even for the survival of others, twisted by jealousy and evil The figure is between nothingness and reality; blood-red light is occasionally exposed behind the window of the big clock tower, that is the proud vampire is lurking there, and the black cloak becomes the best cover for them.

In addition, there are more than a dozen houses behind the big clock tower that have been integrated into one. Dozens of concealed death knights wearing black armor and full-face helmets are riding skeleton warhorses, waiting there quietly. Neither man nor horse made any sound of breathing.They are ready to receive orders at any time, and they charge out with their horses, harvesting warm lives with the long jagged swords in their hands.

On the highest floor of the Great Bell Tower, the huge copper bell is still suspended from the top of the building with a few chains as thick as arms, but there is an unusual evil existence below.The Lord of Bones, Strath, sits on his most beloved Wailing Throne, with one hand resting on his mandible, and the other holding the Holy Grail of bones filled with blood and resentment, and the dark green undead flames are burning in his eye sockets.His throne is made up of a thousand humanoid heads, and each head is torn off from the body in the most cruel way, and then uses evil undead magic to make their souls unable to rest in peace, and even keeps them alive. The intense pain of the moment of death.These heads seemed to still retain a certain degree of consciousness, with distorted and painful expressions, their eyes turned white, their mouths opening and closing, making indistinct wailing sounds while dripping black rotting blood.

These heads come from various sources, some of which were once enemies and enemies of the Lord of Bones: former teachers, former colleagues, priests of the Glorious Temple, and many others who wanted to kill evil but could not help themselves. A knight of strength.Strath originally hoped that his throne would be composed entirely of these people, but there were not many enemies who dared to fight against him. As his power rapidly increased, the number became less and less. He likes to sit on a high stool with no back.Strath had no choice but to choose some substitutes, and asked his dark army to capture three hundred babies, young people and old people of various humanoid races for him, and then killed them all with vicious undead rituals. Such a throne full of blasphemy and dark power was made.

This throne is a very powerful dark magic item, but its biggest advantage is that it can always utter the Lord of Bones' favorite wails and curses, which he never tires of hearing.Strath was so intoxicated in the dark music composed of wailing, until the sound of heavy footsteps woke him up.

Strath, the Lord of Bones, patted the heads that made up the armrest, and a cold dark green light flashed. Under his bony body, the Wailing Throne let out an even more miserable scream, forced by magic. Sex compels to change shape.Some of the heads were crushed inside the throne, while other heads stained with dirty black blood squeezed out from the side, some cursed loudly, some begged loudly, the voices were simply unbearable to listen to.This change caused Strath's body to turn around, facing the figure who had just climbed to the top of the building.

Appearing in front of Strath was a burly and tall death knight, wearing a pitch-black armor with countless tiny evil runes etched on it, emitting a faint green light.This death knight didn't wear a full-face helmet to cover his face like the others, but exposed his bluish-gray face full of scars to the air, showing a cold expression unabashedly.His weapon was a two-handed greatsword without a scabbard, which was hung from his waist by an iron chain. The blade was black and covered with ugly and sharp barbs.

"Your Majesty Strath, your servant salutes you." A deep voice sounded from behind the heavy helmet of the death knight, piercing through the wailing and weeping that filled the top floor of the Great Clock Tower.

"It's you, Sir Derek, my general." The tone of Strath the Lord of Bones was unexpectedly relaxed and cheerful. "Did those who fell into the trap finally react?"

"As you expected, there are indeed magicians among those people." The death knight known as Sir Derek bowed, seemingly completely unmoved by the miserable scene in front of him. "Sneaky rotting sacks have just received news that the remaining main force of the northern coalition has begun to move towards the third magic node. They use lightning magic and powerful burst fireball magic to defeat the rotting blood zombies in front of them. According to their Judging from the speed of advancement, if only relying on the obstruction of the rotting blood zombies, I am afraid it can only be delayed for an hour or two, or even shorter."

"It seems that the magician who cast the spell just now should have at least reached the level of a magister, maybe a great magister, otherwise it would be difficult to discover the existence of that magic node so easily." Strath commented.

"Your Majesty Strath, should we send reinforcements to support the guards at the third magic node?" Death Knight leader Derek asked tentatively, "The guards there are only a few vampires and a small group of low-level wraiths. It is difficult to resist the attack of human beings..." When he said this, Derek hesitated for a moment before continuing, "...the masters who sue the dead also suggested sending troops to support."

"No, my general, there is absolutely no need for us to do this. Except for this, the rest of the nodes can only be regarded as a cover. Even if they are all destroyed, they can only slightly reduce the power of natural disasters and plagues. Let them be proud." Already." Strath waved his hand and said, the dozens of magic rings on his finger bones suddenly shone with dazzling colors. "They may be able to destroy one node, or two, so what does it matter? Natural disasters and plagues can still kill all ordinary people who do not have the power to fight, and the remaining residual power, in front of the endless army of undead, except Besides death, what other result could there be?"

"What you said is, His Majesty Strath, I will go and tell the masters about your decision." The death knight leader Derek bowed deeply again, and then walked towards the stairs of the big clock tower.

"Stupid guys, have your wisdom been exhausted with the decay of your brain? If those people can't see the hope of victory, then they will probably abandon their subordinates who are bound to die, and concentrate their strength on the outside of the city. Breakthrough... At that time, what will we use to stop the footsteps of a great magister and a sword-wielding count?" Strath showed a cold smile unique to skeletons, and then sipped the blood in the cup. "This time I must get the head of the great magister. If it is used as the core of the Wailing Throne, this throne can be reborn and become a legendary magic item! I must get it, even if... …It doesn’t matter how many others escape.”

While the Lord of Bones was talking to himself proudly, he slapped the Wailing Throne heavily with his hands. The green undead magic light flickered immediately, and those heads wailed in pain at the same time. There were several sounds of weapons clashing from below.

"What's going on?" Strath said to himself in surprise, and then he raised his bony hands and made a gesture, and immediately sprinkled many light green runes on his fingers.As those runes fell on the throne, although the head that made up the throne still had its face distorted and its mouth opened wide, it could no longer make any sound, and it looked like a terrible pantomime. "Derek, what happened down there? Who are you fighting?" Strath asked loudly, but did not get an answer right away.

The sound of steel colliding sounded again, and the figure of the death knight who had just walked down the stairs appeared again, but this time he walked up backwards, his steps heavy like a drum.The person who pushed him back to the top of the Great Clock Tower was also wearing a thick black armor and a full-face helmet. At first glance, he looked almost the same as a death knight.

A dull sword light flashed, followed by an extremely sharp clanging sound, the death knight leader Derek staggered back, and several broken barbs fell to the ground clangingly.His barbed magic sword - Bone Thorn was originally very good at locking the opponent's weapon, but in front of the black-armored knight's crude two-handed sword like a bar of iron, it seemed very fragile, as if it had really changed. Like a dry thorn.

A trace of surprise flashed in Strath's eyes, "Human knights? How did you avoid the guards below?" The Lord of Bones could clearly sense the extremely strong breath of death under the bell tower, and the army of death was not under any attack However, neither the perceptive vampire nor the restless wraith could stop this human in black armor from coming here.

This is simply impossible. Although the armor worn by this person is almost the same as that of a death knight, the method used by undead to distinguish friend from foe is not relying on eyesight, but relying on the breath of life.The breath of life leaking from this knight is so real, like a burning torch in the endless night, it is impossible for any undead creature to let it go.Strath even thought for a moment that the entire death army had betrayed him, maybe it was the tricks of other masters of the dead.

However, this idea was quickly dismissed by Strath himself. If that was the case, there should be more human knights appearing here.Against a great magister who has been soaked in undead magic for countless years, no matter how many knights you gather, you cannot be said to be sure.

The black-armored knight stepped onto the top floor of the big clock tower calmly, and the voice from behind the helmet seemed a bit dull. "Sue the dead, no matter what you say, if I appear here now, your evil plan and your rotten life will come to an end." He slowly raised the two-handed sword with a dull green color. The flames of the undead were projected onto it, but there was no reflection at all.

Strath's face became gloomy, and he ordered to the leader of the death knights beside him, "Sir Derek, my general, kill him!"

"Of order, Your Majesty Strath." Derek raised the magic sword—the bone thorns to meet him, and the sound of the sword blades clashing fiercely sounded again, but this time it was extremely short, with two or three close blows Afterwards, accompanied by an exceptionally sharp shattering sound, the blade of the bone thorns could not withstand the continuous slashing of the giant sword in the hands of the black-armored knight and broke. Derek, who was startled, was about to back away when a dark sword light flew in a thunderbolt. Unable to cover his ears, he swept across and slashed heavily on his neck.

Accompanied by a dull explosion, the helmeted head of the death knight leader Derek flew out, and then slammed into the milky white stone wall of the clock tower, a black-red decaying flower bloomed, and the headless torso Youzi stood upright on the spot for a few seconds before falling down unwillingly.

"Now it's your turn, sue the dead." The black-armored knight announced calmly.

In Strath's long life, he has experienced many more dangerous situations than this one. The Lord of Bones showed a disdainful smile, flicked his fingers slightly, and suddenly there was a heart-piercing cry from under his body . "It's my turn? Is it the turn of Strath, the great lord of bones?" With the fluctuation of the strong death power emanating from the Wailing Throne, his smile widened, "The living, kneel down for me!" Then With the hoarse roar of the Lord of Bones, a green undead energy missile burst out from his hand, knocking the giant sword in the black armor knight's hand several meters away, followed by more undead energy missiles like stars falling Sweeping out, the black-armored knight withstood the first few missiles, and then was knocked down by more missiles.Just as he struggled to kneel up, the Lord of Skeletons stretched out his hand to grab him in the air, and an illusory giant hand composed of undead energy immediately grabbed his body, making him unable to move.

"Knight, you killed my best general just now, but it didn't annoy me. The strong deserve honor, while the weak only have to be destroyed." Strath proudly looked down at the black armor kneeling on one knee Knight, but his tone seemed quite cheerful, "You are strong enough, so I have a better choice for a powerful knight. As long as you are willing to accept the transformation of a death knight, I can give up torturing your soul. From now on you will be The most capable assistant by my side, the most powerful commander, the entire army of death will belong to you, and you will enjoy eternal life! That is a greatness that you can never imagine!"

"Eternal life? Is it eternal death?" The black-armored knight's bones creaked under the weight of death. , but still sonorous and powerful. "I don't think this is so great, sue the dead, don't dream!"

"Very good, you rejected me, then become a part of the Wailing Throne!" Strath let out a wild laugh, and suddenly slapped the armrest of the throne, and dark green rays of light spit out from the skulls that make up the throne, toward The black armored knight entangled in the past.

Those rays of light seem slender, but the power of eroding fighting spirit is unbelievably strong. The black-armored knight let out a muffled groan, and the fighting spirit flame protecting his body could no longer bear the heavy pressure of death power, and collapsed loudly. At the same time, his body also collapsed. life force!
"This is your choice, be immersed in regret forever... eh? Why..." Strath's wild laughter stopped, and the life force in the black-armored knight felt very strong, although it had already collapsed Spalled, but the Lord of Bones reckoned he could still struggle for at least a minute or two.However, under the invasion of the power of death, the black-armored knight lost all of his life force in a few seconds, as if it was just a hard shell, and what was revealed after breaking it was... the incomparably pure power of death!

"Gods be damned! What's going on?" Strath turned pale with shock, the power of death accumulated in the Howling Throne was like a flood that broke a bank, and was violently poured into the body of the black armored knight, and was then purified by it. Assimilated by the power of death, in just a few heartbeats, the Wailing Throne lost more than one-tenth of its power, and the thick green light on it also seemed dimmed.Strath immediately ordered the throne to stop outputting power, but he lost the ability to control the Wailing Throne, and the throne no longer obeyed his orders and continued to output death power.At the same time, each head began to gnash its teeth, and he even felt that his back was being bitten by countless mouths. Although it would not cause any harm, it made the Lord of Bones even more frightened.

"Die! Die! Die! Die!" Strath screamed and waved his bony fingers, several dark green rays shot out from his fingertips, penetrating the body of the black armored knight.However, the speed at which the Wailing Throne's power was passing did not attenuate, but instead became more violent.The desperate Strath was about to jump up from the throne when the black armored knight stood up suddenly and took two big strides forward. Then his two powerful arms grabbed Strath's shoulder tightly and pulled him Pressed firmly on the Wailing Throne.

In Strath's long life, he may have never had such an experience, "Stupid!" Stop him from instant necromantic magic. "Blind thorns! Ravage the internal organs! Pull out the flesh and blood! Drain the blood from the body..."

The green and black magic energy stream violently impacted on the black armored knight, making his body tremble repeatedly.As soon as Strass laughed, he found that the magic did not cause any damage to the black armored knight, but was absorbed by his body instead.

"No, you can't, how can you do it..." Stellas struggled violently, and he unleashed two consecutive rounds of terrifying necromancer magic strikes, each of which was enough to knock out a whole team of heavily armed knights. The man and the horse turned into white bones.However, all the damage magic he is proficient in is based on the power of death. For the black armor knight, it is no different from a big tonic, and the power of the black armor knight has become stronger.

"Have you fought enough, Little Skeleton? Now, it's my turn." The black armored knight said to him with a sneer, and then continued to press Strath's shoulder with one hand, and opened the other hand, blue and white. The ball of light appeared in his palm immediately, and along with the fluctuation of the power of time and space, countless fine silver dusts floated down from the ball of light, sprinkled on the Wailing Throne, and also sprinkled on the body of the Lord of Bones.

"This, what kind of power is this?" Strath screamed in disbelief. He found himself being assimilated by the Wailing Throne, and his body was being integrated into this powerful dark magic item. Terrible consequences came, and soon Strath's soul was forced to connect with the Wailing Throne, and the thousand heads that made up the Throne immediately wailed violently at the same time, sending waves of painful memories into Si In Tesla's mind.

This kind of pain comes from the spirit rather than the body. Although the Lord of Bones is good at torturing the soul, this does not mean that his own soul is more able to endure pain.Strath tried his best to stay awake, he wanted to show that this level of attack was useless, he wanted to shock these souls that had been enslaved by him for hundreds of years, and regain control of them...

The bone lord's consciousness was already scattered after only two rounds of soul shock, and the third round of soul shock completely dissipated his remaining consciousness.Strath's body stopped struggling, and as the silver starlight continued to fall, the remains of the Lord of Bones slowly merged into the Wailing Throne, and the expressions of the heads that made up the throne became calm, and then this powerful dark magic item Blooming a more eye-catching faint green light.

"Is it a legendary dark magic item?" The black-armored knight shook his head in surprise, "This is really an unexpected reward." He looked at the headless body lying motionless on the ground, "Derek, as a death knight, I can tell you responsibly that the head is not the key point of the death knight. If you don't get up, then this chair will have to be integrated into a body."

(End of this chapter)