Magic Dance Song

Chapter 4 Undead Knight

It's another dusk in Shelley Village.

The villagers returning to the village are cleaning up the charred livestock corpses in the square, and the soldiers are patrolling back and forth. In the only hotel in the village, Viscount Clovis sat quietly in the corner for dinner.

The Purple Knight came over with a glass of wine, which was the only cheap wine here. Sitting next to the viscount, he said in a slightly mocking tone, "Did your witch say that there is anything else waiting for us?"

"No, she didn't say anything." Kendall answered faintly.

"Can I think this is a good thing?" The Purple Knight turned around and raised his glass and shouted too exaggeratedly, "Come on, I respect Kendall of Clovis's family and his witch."

The other Templars immediately raised their beer and drank it all.

Kendal frowned and said nothing. He just ate the food in front of him, then stood up politely and apologized to Knight Spence.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you," the Purple Knight shouted behind him. "If you want to go to a witch's bed, you'd better see how long she hasn't taken a shower."

The others laughed together.

Kendall pretended not to hear it. He slowly walked up to the second floor, followed the aisle to the room where Wei Ye stayed at the end, and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in, Kendall, just come in." The girl's voice sounded in the house.

Kendall opened the door and walked in, but saw Wei Ye squatting on the ground, cooking something in the small pot with the stove. Things mixed with white and blood clots rolled in the boiling water, overflowing with the unpleasant smell of medicine. The girl filled a bowl of soup with a spoon and handed it to Kendall.

Kendal declined.

"What a pity." The girl held the soup in front of her mouth, carefully blew it down, and drank it slowly. She frowned, and it was obvious that even for the witch, the things in the bowl were extremely bad. It was not until she finished drinking the soup that she looked at Kendall again and asked seriously, "Do you want to go to my bed?"

Did she hear it? Kendall was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Tell me if you want, and I'll take a shower." The girl said.

"Weiye," Kendal said softly, "you don't have to mind those people's words..."

"No, I don't mind," the girl's eyes don't look very clear, especially for those who are about to die. May their hypocrites bless them tonight.

"Tonight? What will happen tonight?" Kendall looked at her.

"Ah, I'm just saying that maybe nothing will happen. Who would know?" Viye avoided his eyes.

She really mind, and Kendall smiled.

"Would you still be by my side tonight?" Wei Ye looked at him again, "Ah, if you are not here, I will be uneasy... and even die."

"Yes, I will." Kendall took her hand and put it on her lips and kissed her gently. "I swore."

"Oh, you did swear." The girl's voice is somewhat sad.

The hour hand on the pocket watch moved extremely slowly, and the night was very quiet. Only the footsteps of soldiers patrolling on the street occasionally came. Kendall sat alone at the table, thinking silently about something. Wei Ye lay with her gray clothes and fell asleep. Her body was half curled up and looked ready to jump out of her sleep.

Kendal twisted the media lamp on the table more dimly and felt that it was necessary to sort out something clearly. However, his mind was somehow heavy, as if he was oppressed by a strong and unspeakable uneasiness.

The hiss sounded just then.

This is the hiss of the horse, but it is strangely horrible, as if mixed with the howling of ghosts in the blood pool of the secluded area, breaking straight into the heart of the listener and aroused the deepest fear.

"He's coming." Wei Ye's trembling voice came to Kendall's ears.

Who is it? Kendal looked at her in shock.

"Hold me outside and hold me all the time..." She stretched out her hands and her eyes were bright, but she could still see a trace of timidity.

Kendall stepped forward and picked her up and walked out eagerly.

"Hold it all the time and don't let it go. Kendall, don't let go." The girl put her arms around his neck and whispered.

The streets outside the hotel were full of people, and all the soldiers were guarding there tremblingly, and the villagers looked out uneasily from their houses. The sound of horses' hoofs is coming from far and near, and the surrounding air is inexplicably cold, and even the heat can be clearly seen. With another hiss, many soldiers could no longer hold the long guns in their hands, and the irresistible fear destroyed their will.

"What the hell is it?" Purple Knight Spence tried his best to control the horse under the seat. He stopped next to Kendall and stared at the direction of the sound.

The sound of horses' hoofs became louder and louder, mixed with some faint sounds like something shattered. Under the cold moonlight, a thin layer of ice hit the ground, and everything touched was immediately covered with the white of death. The soldiers retreated one after another, but they couldn't compare the speed of the ice, and they froze into icicles one after another.

The ice layer was spread in front of Kendall's feet before stopping.

A dark horse galloped on the ice. With the vibration of the horse's hoof in contact with the ground, the frozen soldiers cracked and scattered on the ground. Immediately, a knight in dark armor slowed down, his empty eyes swept over everyone, and finally stayed on Kendall and the witch in his arms.

"Who are you?" Even if Spence is a Purple Knight, the tone of questioning at this time can't help but be strange.

The Dark Knight did not answer. He just held the horse tightly. The shockingly black horse stood up and let out a hisss. At the moment his front leg fell back, a deep ice mist spewed out of his mouth. The ice fog stirred, and after a while, it dyed nearly 100 meters in front of it beautiful white.

When the Purple Knight recovered from the shock, he found that except for himself and a few soldiers standing beside the viscount, all the others had died.

The power of the witch.

The Purple Knight thought with disgust. It must be that the witch used her power to protect the heir of Louburg and also saved herself for the time being.

The death of his subordinates filled his heart with anger. He pulled out his sword and put it on his chest and bowed slightly to the enemy immediately. As if receiving his challenge, the Dark Knight took a few steps back, pulled out his sword, and returned to the Purple Star Knight in the same posture. To Spence's surprise, the other party's behavior looked like a person familiar with knight's etiquette, and the sword of the sword, which was as dark as armor, was also set with a purple crystal.

represents the crystal of the Purple Star Knight.

Without time to think about it, Spence rushed to his opponent, and their swords hit a spark in the staggering. Rushing past the other side, the Purple Star Knight quickly turned the horse's head and stabbed the sword away, but the other party's speed was not slower than him. After the two swords made a few crisp echoes in a row, Spence passed by the other party again, but this time, when he turned the horse's head, the horse's hoof slipped slightly on the frozen road, slowing him down half a beat. When he completely turned around, the Dark Knight's sword had split against him and gathered his last strength. He raised his sword and stabbed in front of him.

His sword pierced the Dark Knight's left arm, while the Dark Knight's sword pierced his heart.

With his eyes open angrily, unwillingly, he fell down.

The Dark Knight no longer paid attention to his dead opponent, and his left arm stabbed with the sword did not shed any blood, not even making him feel a trace of pain. He turned his head and stared at Kendal, as if he were staring at him doubtfully. Kendal only felt that his whole blood was frozen, and only a few soldiers around him had fled in panic, and it was only the pride and courage of an aristocrat that supported him not to do the same unbearable move.

The Dark Knight raised his sword and slowly moved to the heir of Kissan County.

At this moment, Wei Ye suddenly spoke. She looked at the Dark Knight and said coldly, "Take back your sword, Luciah Hoffman, you should know who is the person standing in front of you, and you should also know that you can't kill him at all... But he can let you die again, this time he will die completely. "

The Dark Knight, whom she called Luciah Hoffman, seemed to be shocked and retreated and continued to look at the viscount.

"Is he the son of blessing?" He looked at Wei Ye and whispered in a hoarse and deep voice, "And you, are the new witch? So, Schweini is dead?"

"She shouldn't have lived." Wei Ye said lightly.

"No one should live, just like no one should die." The Dark Knight said emotionlessly, "Why did you bring the blessed son here?" Witch, what are you planning?

"I just want to end all this."

"You can't end it." The Dark Knight looked at Kendall and said coldly, "He lacks courage and something more important in his heart. If the soul that should have entered the kingdom of heaven unexpectedly falls into hell, how can you ensure that he does not have resentment and lose the blessings he deserves?

Wei Ye replied, "I can't make sure. I just can't help believing it."

"Believe?" The Dark Knight mocked, "Witches are selfish. Their beliefs are less strong than the thin ice on the sea. As long as they achieve their goals, they will never mind making everyone suffer because of it."

He looked at Kendall and leaned down slightly: "Blessing son, I hope you remember that witches are more degenerate than undead beings."

After saying that, he turned his horse's head and galloped around. As he left, the ice on the road slowly faded, leaving only a corpse.

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