Food Poems

Chapter 245: You can’t survive without fighting, the fourth-ring wild hunter knight!
Calvin often heard the name of Yeats-Brady from his father.

My father said that the Bronti family, once one of the three major families, has lost its former glory.

The eldest son is mediocre, the second daughter married far away, and the youngest son is stupid.

The title of 'Grand Duke of the Northern Province', which once belonged to Brondi, will eventually fall into Calvin's hands.

but.

At this moment, the night is dark.

The ground was littered with petals of rotten blood roses, a Deaththorn Blood Demon Spider was lying in a field soaked in black blood, with the calm and composed Vampire Marquis standing behind it.

Calvin saw the figure in front of him and drew his sword, flashing a cold light.

Even the seemingly invincible vampire marquis was taken aback.

Calvin couldn't help but hold his breath.

The tall figure was reflected in the young knight's eyes, and he felt a deep respect in his heart.

He is not a hero, but he has the determination to swing the sword towards the five-ring hero level!
Yeats surprised everyone, including his father who seemed to know everything.

He is not a rotten wood, but a magic bean with vines growing up to the clouds. Even the high and mighty people must bow their heads!

Sa——

The sword light is like the bright moonlight, and the frost is as white as snow.

The moonlight fighting spirit is extremely effective against vampires, and Ye Zhi is also proficient in the moonlight sword.

The sharp cold light frightened the beast so much that it could not open its eyes, forcing the king-level Death Thorn Blood Demon Spider to hiss!

Dracus' figure stood still without shaking at all, his black robe with a stand-up collar and his long gray hair fluttering in the wind, and a playful look flashed in his scarlet eyes.

"Is this your choice?"

He was not in a hurry to kill, like a skilled wine taster, allowing the blood to fully come into contact with fear, gradually awakening the despair in his bones.

Dracus's mouth showed sharp fangs.

He stretched out his pale and skinny five fingers and raised them gently like the conductor of a symphony orchestra.

Suddenly.

A rich bloody smell rose into the sky, and the rotten petals were blown by the sudden fishy wind, looking enchanting and weird.

From a distance, it looks like a blood-red tornado.

The momentum was extremely shocking, and Ye Zhi's eyes were solemn. This Marquis was no easier to deal with than the presiding judge.

The sword light sank into it without any effect. Then Dracus suddenly pressed his hand, and the tornado exploded into a blood-red tide, rushing towards Yeats like a flood and a beast!
Fifth-ring spell: Blood Tide!

The entire wilderness was engulfed by the scarlet torrent. Giant trees were broken by the bloody waves and dissolved in the blood in an instant. The area was once again shrouded in Dracula's illusionary barrier. The level of the blood sea in the barrier continued to rise. The horses of Phocas and Calvin neighed and fell to the ground, leaving no trace of their bodies!

The fighting spirit rose into the air, and Ye Zhi and the other two floated above the sea of ​​blood.

Calvin's face turned pale and Phocas' brows were furrowed.

The Deathly Blood Demon Spider was seen soaking in the tide of blood. Its armor became increasingly scarlet, its eyes flashed with murderous light as it selected its prey, and its fangs in its mouth kept opening and closing.

Dracus smiled and asked, "How is your flying skill?"

After saying that, he lightly pointed his finger, and a scarlet beam of light shot out from his fingertips.

Spell: Plague Ray.

Creatures hit by this ray will have large areas of skin peeling off, blood gushing out of the body, and their death will be miserable and horrific!
The ray went straight towards Phocas, then suddenly turned and attacked Yeats from the side!

"Master, be careful!" Phocas shouted.

Ye Zhi glanced coldly, and the sword in his hand surged with blood flames.

Wow!
With a slash of the sword, the burning scarlet sword energy immediately swallowed up the blood!
"Blood blessing?"

There was a hint of surprise in Delacourt's voice. He tapped his chin with his finger and whispered to himself:
"It's an interesting blood food. No wonder it dares to challenge me. But..."

Dracus's eyes were cold and overwhelming. He raised his chin and looked down arrogantly:

"How rude! How dare you disobey a noble!"

call out!
The Death Thorn Blood Spider shot out multiple spider silks, so fast that it was difficult to see clearly, and tightly wrapped around Calvin.

Another spider silk locked Phocas tightly. He clenched his two-handed sword and growled.

boom!
Phocas's fighting spirit surged, causing the spider silk to explode.

The sword whistled, and Phocas chopped off the spider silk shot at Ye Zhi!
"Master, you are good at illusions, you can definitely leave here——"

Phocas gripped the hilt of his sword more and more tightly, like an old lion, with a tall and majestic figure and awe-inspiring eyes.

"I'll buy you some time!"

Many years ago, the setting sun was blood-red.

The Duke of Brown, who looks 70% like Yeats, reins in his horse and stands on the edge of the cliff at sunset.

The afterglow shone on the handsome face. The Duke looked into the distance with his whip in hand and said with a smile:
"What a beautiful view, Phocas, why do you look so unhappy?"

"Sir, why do you want to give up White Night City?"

Fokasi said in a muffled voice:

"Thomas is far from your opponent. If you continue to compete, you will definitely win."

The setting sun fell into the Duke's eyes. He looked at the magnificent northern hills and said slowly:
"Because I misjudged Thomas, he was hiding all along. But I wasn't misjudged either. Thomas is a friend worth making friends with, so he abstained from voting with me. However, luck was on his side in the end. What does this mean, Fucas?"

"It shows that you are noble." Phocas was unhappy.

"It means luck only comes to those who are prepared!"

Duke Bronty smiled and said:

"I plan to leave Morning Frost Ridge to Ye Zhi. Although this goes against the primogeniture system, after what happened today, King Golden Lion and Thomas will not object to my decision."

Phocas was slightly stunned and advised:
"But, Morning Frost Ridge is such a cold and harsh place, and the young master is weak and sickly, so this may not be a good thing for him!"

"No matter how hard it is, it is still a barony. It is better to have land than to have no land." The Duke smiled bitterly.

"I am not a competent father. This decision is unfair to Yeats and Wilson, but at least... you can help me and my child, Fokas." Fokas was stunned, looked at the sincere eyes, was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice:
"My wife and children died at the hands of bandits. I fell into a coma after killing all the bandits. It was you who saved me, sir. Your will is my will—"

"No, I want to listen to your will."

Duke Bronty interrupted, turned around and stared at Phocas's young and resolute face, and said word by word:
"If you were asked to pick one of my children to be your assistant, which one would you choose?"

Phocas opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"Which one would you choose?" Duke Bronty asked again.

Phocas lowered his head, his eyes flickering, as if he had made some kind of decision, and slowly raised his head.

That resolute face, with the changes of time, is full of vicissitudes and has a fierce look in its eyes.

Staring at the vampire marquis, Fokas roared and chopped down the heavy sword!

hum-

Dracus used only two fingers to hold the trembling sword blade.

Phocas' pupils shrank, but he saw a sarcastic sneer on Dracus's lips.

Bang!
Suddenly, Phocas's abdomen felt like being hit by a jab, his armor plate dented, he coughed up blood, and his body flew backwards!

The snowy owl quickly flew across the battlefield, protecting Phocas' body, and used its magic power to carry him back to Yeats.

"Snowy Owl, take good care of Fucas—"

Ye Zhi looked at De La Cruz and said coldly:
"I'm here to kill him."

Draco lowered his eyes, stroking the hand of a lover as gently as he brushed away the blood on his knuckles, and chuckled:

"You don't understand what a hero is. A hero is--"

In an instant, his eyes became extremely terrifying, and a scene of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses seemed to emerge behind him. Thousands of corpses were piled up into a pile of bones. The atmosphere was depressing, and black clouds covered the battlefield like fear and despair.

"Even if there were tens of millions of humans, they couldn't stop me!"

The figure swooping down from the sky was reflected in Dracus' cold eyes.

Yeats used the Wings of Poetry to instantly close the distance between himself and Dracus!

"My men bought you time. Instead of running away, they came at me."

Delacourt sneered: "How stupid!"

Yeats responded indifferently.

In the soul realm, the way of chivalry is gradually rising, as if the seeds of faith are sprouting.

——What is the spirit of chivalry?

Humility, bravery, justice, sacrifice... Knights have never been afraid to sacrifice themselves for their ideals.

Chasing your ideals will always result in bloodshed.

In the legend of the Lorraine Emperor, those who pursued the Holy Grail paid a price that ordinary people could not imagine.

The virtues derived from this are the reasons why knights fight and the path of knights.

So, what is the path of the Wild Hunt?
The greatest honor is to die on the battlefield;
After death, the soul enters Valhalla and fights day and night;

At Ragnarok, millions of troops rushed out of Valhalla and continued to fight.

Fight, fight, fight!
If you don't fight, you can't survive.

This is the path of the Wild Hunt!
Ye Zhi's eyes were stern.

In an instant, the chivalry in his body underwent a transformation.

Complete career advancement through epiphany!
He is neither a strategic knight who excels in tactics and command, nor a holy knight who values ​​glory and sacrifice.

But it is the Wild Hunt Knight who is furious and fighting!
"You have become a four-ringed Wild Hunt Knight!"

"You have gained new combat skills, talents, and blessings!"

"Talent: Fighting Frenzy: The more serious your injury, the more likely it is that you will inflict a critical hit."

"Combat Skill: Deliberate Charge: You accumulate fighting spirit to complete a charge. The longer you accumulate fighting spirit, the more powerful the charge will be. The power will be greatly increased when you are riding."

"Blessing - Fury: You stimulate and control your rage, entering a furious state. In this state, your sense of pain is greatly blunted, and your strength and speed are greatly increased. After the furious state ends, you enter a weakened state."

There was a strange look in Delacroix's eyes.

"What happened? Did the divine power just enter his body?"

Sa!
Ye Zhi landed on the back of the Deadly Blood Demon Spider, and the sword was as fast as a meteor and as dense as a torrential rain!
Dracus dodged them all with ease, speaking faster and with great interest:

"Are you a knight of the Wild Hunt? But you are still alive, just not far from death!"

Ye Zhi said coldly: "I will use your dead blood spider to drink later."

Dracus bared his fangs, blood and energy filled his palm, condensing into 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 flame fell with the blade!
It is so majestic, like a mountain collapsing, the might of the hero is hard to resist!
clang! !

A crisp blocking sound.

A strange look flashed across Delacourt's eyes, and he suddenly became alert.

However, Ye Zhi was holding a peculiarly shaped round shield and was able to block the full force attack from Wuhuan!
The round shield shone with a golden luster, and in the center was embedded a charming and seductive head of a beautiful woman. It had a captivating magic that attracted Dracula's attention unconsciously.

Dracus's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt something strange in his heart. From this shield, even the dignified vampire marquis felt a little fear!
"It's so close, it won't miss."

Ye Zhi's eyes fixed.

"Aegis Petrification!"

(End of this chapter)