Chapter 860 The Flowers in the Cemetery Will Eventually Return to Death as the Origin

The Dogs of War, the Black Rose, are a group whose members are mostly members of the Lost Principality of Mousilon.

After the plague broke out in Bretonnia in 1813 in the Imperial Calendar, a Duke named Merovingian from Mousilon stepped forward to save the Lady's people from danger.

Finally, at the border between Athel Loren and Palaon, the Duke, who was famous for his bravery in the Kingdom of Knights, teamed up with the wood elves to defeat the ratmen in one fell swoop.

Although there are many heroic deeds, the final result is embarrassing. Merovingian is not only proud of his bravery, but also his cruelty that completely does not meet the requirements of the Holy Grail Knight.

At the celebration banquet after the war, he invited the king and the dukes to the Mousilon Castle. But the first thing the king saw was the servants who looked like corpses, and the prisoners whose bodies were penetrated by iron bars and wooden stakes, as if they had just died. Meat soup dish peeled from the body...

Feeling slighted, the king challenged the savior of Bretonnia. In the end, Merovingian slit the king's throat, filled the goblet with the blood that originated from the saint, and took a sip...

Many stories happened after that. Merovingian, who was elected as the new king, was considered a traitor by the church. After being defeated by the entire Bretonnian army, a large area of ​​Musilon's rich land was annexed by Leonis.

All that was left to the local nobles and peasants was a cursed cemetery and the most barren land.

This war dog, named after the purple roses blooming in the cemetery in his hometown, is obviously composed of knights errant who have difficulty finding a livelihood in Mousilon. The issue of historical origin may make them unwilling to gain honor at the hands of their enemies.

Instead, he came to the southern kingdom and made a living by selling force.

The camp was built in a typical Bretonnian style, with simple and unusual wooden fences and rough linen tents inside. Some soldiers with only a few pieces of iron and leather armor huddled in the guard tower to keep warm by the campfire.

The horses outside the camp are also very crude, using vines as the connecting material between them, which makes people doubt whether they can withstand the charge of wild beasts.

After the messenger confirmed that what he was looking for was in the Black Rose camp, Elvis put his hand on his shoulder and waved forward, indicating that he was pressing forward.

The sound of iron hooves made by the no longer concealed cavalry as they marched made the soldiers who were exhausted from the night vigil tremble and quickly stood up to look carefully at the source of the sound.

At this sight, I was immediately frightened. A group of red knights riding tall horses charged towards the camp at a very fast speed. From a distance, I could see the two-tailed giant snake entwined on the helmet and the armor embellishment. The rat skeleton made him think it was the notorious Blood Knight of the old world.

The alarm bell rang. After hearing the war horn, the young knights who were originally dizzy due to hangovers impatiently kicked away the women who were in the way. They replaced their armor as quickly as possible and headed towards the camp gate. Stable rushed.

The half-blood elf warhorse moved very quickly. When the alarm bell had just fallen and the echo had not faded away, a group of silent knights were already outside the camp.

The leader of the giant-horned cold lizard shook its head restlessly, and bloodthirsty screams came from its throat from time to time. No matter how high the IQ of this endangered beast is, its warlike nature has never changed.

After feeling the messenger of the god on his body, the giant-horned cold lizard couldn't wait to show off.

Elvis stroked his partner's head, which was covered with spikes and rough scales, to signal him to be calm. If a conflict really breaks out, he would definitely give him a chance to express himself.

The Bretonnians, who were waiting in full formation, looked nervously and eagerly at the unknown cavalry who were only more than 200 meters away from the camp. Even from a distance, they could still see the faintly visible rune marks on the surface of the ferocious armor. .

Presumably with a little modification, it can become a weapon for a knight to fight in all directions, and the journey to find the Holy Grail will be smoother in the future.

Five minutes later, a middle-aged man with a messy beard, wearing Bretonnian-style chain-plate armor, appeared from the sentry tower.

The bearded man who was obviously the leader had already caused the serf soldiers beside him to bend down when he appeared, and they did not dare to stay on the same level as him.

He examined the unknown cavalry who came outside the camp for a while, perhaps guessing the identities of these people, and asked loudly,

"I am Magolon, the leader of the Black Rose. I don't know why the giant horned viper came to the Black Rose's camp."

The Imperial dialect with a Bretonnian accent made Elvis frown. He was very reluctant to the exaggerated accents of these pretentious Batonian pariahs, a behavior that deliberately flaunted differences.

The Great Teacher was not polite and directly explained the true situation.

“Respecting God’s instructions, there is information about recently plundered villages and towns in the Black Rose Camp.

Now, open the door to me immediately! "

What exactly happens when both parties to a conversation are pretentious?

It was obvious that Magolon didn't care about this matter, and was even a little sarcastic and insulting.

"A knighthood that worships the savage giant snake. The so-called instructions are nothing but bloodthirsty desire. Don't try to lead things to the Black Rose.

There is no way that a believer in a lady has anything to do with blood or sacrifice! Powerful and advanced elves, it is extremely shameful to take pride in killing rats, and now they attack innocent civilians to satisfy the desires of the barbaric gods.

What's the difference between this and the dark elves who regard plunder as their life! "

The Bretonnian knight's words came from his heart. At first he just wanted to clear things up, but as his words became more intense, his emotions began to waver.

Deeply aware of the suffering fate that innocent civilians are about to suffer, his voice even trembled with excitement.

Originally, Elvis didn't care much about what the knight said. It was just some prejudice against Sotek. The god didn't care about these things.

But the last sentence completely angered the Grand Master. He actually thought that he and others were the same as Drucci? This is a great humiliation to the family!

The Grand Master muttered in a faint tone, "It seems you are unwilling to cooperate."

"Lady's protection, the sons of Bretonnia will never fear any threat!"

The passionate words caused countless jubilant knights errant in the camp, eager to fight with these pointed ears who believed in barbaric gods.

This proves that only women are the most correct existence in the world.

The black snake on the shoulder shrank down, and the messenger said that he would never interfere in this matter. The chosen one naturally has the power to represent the will of the god.

After knowing the meaning of the messenger, Elvis put down the reins of the giant horned cold lizard that was originally used as decoration. Since these Bretonnians were unwilling to cooperate, another method of physical persuasion was needed.

After all, Caledor Assur is not good at reasoning, and prefers to convince people with force rather than convincing them with reason.

"so be it."

Elvis's words made Magolon think that the elf had chosen to give in. When he wanted to pursue the victory and condemn the giant horned viper's misdeeds, the strange vortex that appeared in the sky proved that the matter was far from over.

A winged creature with only a black shadow visible in the sky is leading the Skink Priest who has served the Prophet for thousands of years to mobilize the originally stable wind of magic in this place.

The vortex appeared for a long time, but it was by no means a time for the camp to react. And Black Rose was not qualified to possess the saint who served the church, so she naturally lost her spell resistance and became a living target.

A giant blue comet with a diameter of twenty meters, dragging long drifting particles, broke away from the whirlpool, and hit the center of the camp under Magoron's fearful eyes. (End of chapter)