The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

The question of who should deliver the letter is also a question worth pondering - he originally wanted to go there in person, but in recent days, Menichel had also heard of his resounding reputation in Lihe City, forcing Menichel to give up the idea.

or

Menechel turned his gaze to the silent Lancelot.

Let this guy go.

Lancelot couldn't help but shudder.

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Chapter 51 The Beginning of War Knights (Monthly Tickets Plus)

2023-07-29

"Quick! Speed ​​up! If Lihe City falls, the kingdom will never have peace again."

A black-armored knight galloped on his horse while shouting at his subordinates. He was the deputy of the Lincheng garrison commander. When the Lincheng garrison commander heard that Lihe City was in crisis, he attached great importance to it and dispatched one-third of the garrison troops in the city to march towards Lihe City in full gear.

According to the instructions in the letter, the enemy's camp was not far ahead. Since the secret order on the seal did not seem to be a forgery, the black-armored knight did not doubt it too much and urged his horse to go at full speed. Many soldiers also ran very hard, and even if their faces turned red, they did not intend to stop and rest, and tried their best to keep up with the pace of the cavalry in front.

While marching at full speed, the already small number of troops was stretched to the maximum extent, and the loose formation had no defense at all.

Lancelot, who was originally a messenger and was now forced to lead the way, looked at the slack team and couldn't help but suggest to the black-armored knight beside him: "Sir, the troops are exhausted now, why not rest for a while before setting off again."

Lancelot remembered that this was the ambush site reserved by Menechel. Although such a loose and tired team could be considered as no threat, it was obvious that a sneak attack on the resting team would minimize the losses.

"We are not far from Lihe City. It won't be too late to rest after we defeat the enemy soldiers." Seeing Lancelot speak, the black-armored knight didn't know what to say. He could only explain calmly, "Lihe City is an important place of the country. We must ensure that it is safe."

If Lihe City fell, the natural barrier would be broken, but the fall of the myth of the "Invincible City" would be a huge blow to the morale of the kingdom.

Lancelot didn't say much after being rejected. He glanced at the exhausted soldiers and the horses snorting from the heat behind him, and fell into deep thought.

In this state, even if they succeed in raiding the rear of the Camelot army, they will be wiped out by Lord Menechel alone.

Thinking of this, Lancelot keenly caught a hint of unusual magical fluctuations in the air. Lancelot, who was well prepared, jumped up from his horse's back. At the same time, all one hundred horses, including his mount, suddenly fell forward for no reason. The knights who were galloping with the horses didn't react in time and fell forward.

Lancelot landed steadily on the ground. He drew out the ordinary knight's sword from his waist which he used as a disguise, grabbed the black-armored knight who was knocked unconscious from the ground, grabbed the opponent's hair and cut off his head with a sword.

The black-armored knight only had time to let out a short scream before he was beheaded, but his howl did not cause any waves because the surroundings were drowned out by the shouts and cries of killing.

At some point, a large group of knights on foot emerged from the woods nearby. Armed with large shields and spears, they easily cut the 500-man team into several sections.

At the forefront of the foot knights was a tall knight wearing red and white heavy armor. His face was wrapped in a head armor that looked like a devil, and only his eyes revealed a bloody glow.

The troops that surged in like a black tide reaped the lives of the reinforcements like sharp blades. The reinforcements, who were already exhausted and had lost their commander, were simply unable to resist and were defeated and fled in close combat. But how could they escape in the narrow forest path?

The 2,000-man troop ambushed the exhausted 500-man troop. This massacre, which was a foregone conclusion, lasted only a few minutes. None of the 500-man troop survived, and only 100 war horses kneeling on the ground and still twitching were left at the scene.

Menechel had his men count the bodies on the ground to prevent any of them from slipping away and secretly running back to the neighboring city to report the news. Then he turned to Lancelot and showed a rare expression of satisfaction.

"You did well."

Menechel smiled and patted Lancelot on the shoulder.

This guy is capable of dealing with people, and he will never show mercy when it is time to strike. Just now in the melee, Menechel saw with his own eyes that Lancelot was like a ruthless harvester, slashing down the 100 people who fell to the ground one by one, from the commander to the ordinary cavalry. There were many who struggled, but they were all easily killed by Lancelot.

Lancelot looked up in surprise. At this moment, the young knight was still immersed in self-blame for ignoring some people's requests for surrender because he was too anxious to kill.

"Remember to keep it in mind later."

Menechel praised Lancelot a few words but did not make any substantial promises to his subordinates.

When two armies are fighting, Menechel will not take prisoners unless it is necessary. The fighting on the battlefield changes rapidly and no one has the time to care whether a person surrenders or not. Moreover, for these surrendered soldiers, it is necessary to guard against the enemy's evil intentions and send more people to guard them. This is not a good choice for the pragmatist Menechel.

Of course, in order to prevent the enemy from fighting to the death when there is no hope at all, necessary demonstrations must be made. The two hundred people who surrendered in Lihe City were very lucky.

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Lincheng.

The city guard paced back and forth on the city wall. It had been a day since the last time he sent troops to Lihe City for assistance. The two cities were not far apart, and there was still no news at this time. The city guard had a bad feeling in his heart. But he still had a glimmer of hope - what if a banquet was held after the great victory, and his men had too much fun and forgot to reply?

But today, the city defender's last glimmer of hope was ruthlessly shattered by reality.

From a distance, a group of soldiers came from the direction of Lihe City. Without any intention of hiding, they marched towards the city of Lincheng.

The city defender who saw this scene from afar was so frightened that his face changed drastically. He hurriedly ordered the soldiers guarding the city to draw their bows and arrows and be ready to attack at any time.

As the enemy troops approached, the city defender also saw the arrangement of the opposing team clearly. A rough glance showed that there were at least two thousand people. This number made his heart sink immediately, and then his pupils began to shrink. In the middle of the team of thousands of people, a straight upward wooden pole was particularly eye-catching. A person's head was wrapped on the pole, and the face still retained the hideous facial expression before death. The city defender's lips trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief - even though that face was distorted due to extreme pain, it was indeed the face of his deputy general.

At the front of the team, the red and white knight stopped, and the soldiers behind him also stopped advancing.

Menechel took off his helmet, looked up at the city guard and said with a smile:

"If you don't surrender within three days, after we capture Lincheng, all the soldiers who resist will be killed."

"Fire arrows!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and a rain of arrows poured down suddenly. A hint of coldness flashed in Menechel's eyes.

The black and red magic power transformed into lightning snakes that wrapped around his body and bounced outwards with a shock wave like an explosion.

Countless arrows were ignited in mid-air and turned into ashes.

Today's two chapters will transition the plot first. Please leave more comments, otherwise I don't know if what I wrote suits your taste.

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Chapter 52: Facing glory and accepting the support of the people

2023-07-29

The quality of morale can often determine the outcome of a war. When the signature cavalry could not be deployed, Lincheng was breached in a matter of seconds.

After the Duke of Cornwall sent reinforcements to take over the defense of Lihe City and Lincheng, Menechel immediately led an army of more than 3,000 people and rushed towards the next city.

At this time, the information that the "Invincible City" River City had been breached, which should have been made public long ago, was just beginning to spread, and this was not good news for the Stark region.

Suddenly, the morale of the Starks was low, and the border town, which was only guarded by a few hundred people, lost its will to resist. Often, people surrendered as soon as Menechel's 3,000 men arrived at the city. Within five days, Menechel had conquered seven cities.

Further ahead is the capital of the Stark rebels, Tollen Square City. Except for the humble king, the other three rebel kings should be in the city.

Barely suppressing the thought of launching a large army in one go, Menechel knew very well that the Square City of Torun was not comparable to the small cities along the way. Although the morale of his soldiers was high due to the successive victories, the fatigue in his eyes could not be concealed.

He ordered the soldiers to rest on the plain about one kilometer away from Toruń Square City. Menechel looked at the brightly lit Toruń Square City in the distance and thought about the next strategy in his mind.

According to conservative estimates, there are at least one thousand knights and two thousand soldiers in the city of Toren. In terms of numbers alone, Camelot is not at an advantage.

Although many cities surrendered along the way, there were also some tough ones who fought to the death. All of them were defeated by Menechel's siege process [letting the army attract firepower and then he would break open the city gates and kill all the rebels].

As this simple strategy was used, the enemy gradually began to guard against Menechel. In the last siege, there was a spectacular scene where no one was on horseback throughout the entire battle.

This situation set off alarm bells in Menechel's heart, but he could not stop his attack. If he missed this opportunity, once the enemy recovered, it would be difficult to eradicate this cancer in the North.

The flames added a hint of heat to the night wind as they swirled. Menechel quietly grabbed the hilt of the knife in his hand. The breeze from behind him was blocked by something. Menechel still looked into the distance, pretending to know nothing.

As the opponent got closer and closer, Menechel swung his arms, and his waist and legs turned together. The big sword was pulled out of the ground and hit the figure approaching quietly from behind.

With the dim light of the fire, Menachel saw the man's face clearly. With a little force in his hand, the sword slid past the man's face.

"Kai, don't walk around stealthily next time." Menechel retracted his hand, put the sword on his shoulder and said, "Otherwise if it gets too dark one day, I will kill you by accident."

"Yes... yes." Kai's eyes were a little evasive, as if he was still immersed in the horror of just brushing shoulders with death: "I'm here to let you rest. You haven't had a good sleep for a long time, right?"

Menechel shook his head and stuck his sword back into the ground: "I'm not tired yet."

Even though he hadn't slept for two days, Menechel didn't need to rely on sleep to restore his body functions as long as he had enough magic power.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but for the sake of your health, it's better to get some sleep."

Menechel's eyes narrowed, and he nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll go to sleep for a while, and you can ask Lanmarok to keep watch for me. The enemy may raid our camp when we first arrive."

"I'll call him later. You..."

Before Kai could finish his words, his head was knocked into the mud by a sword. His body arched forward at an extremely exaggerated angle, and without giving the opponent time to react, Minashel kicked Kai's abdomen with a kick wrapped in red magic power.

With the sound of muscle tearing, "Kai" was kicked away by Minashel.

Retracting his foot, he turned his head and looked at "Kai" who was struggling to get up after falling to the ground with some confusion. Under normal circumstances, this person should not be able to get up, and the feeling of his feet just now was not right.

Like a puppet used by a jester, "Kai" sat up from the ground in a very stiff posture.

"How did you find out?"

Nonsense - Kai never apologizes in private.

After muttering in his heart, Minashel ignored the other party's nonsense that was meant to delay time and stepped forward to swing the greatsword in his hand.

Kai's originally puppet-like stiff body dodged Menechel's side slash with inhuman flexibility like liquid. His hand joints bent in the opposite direction, and the dagger in his hand pointed directly at Menechel's heart.

Menechel, who was well prepared, puffed out his chest, drew his sword and slashed at the enemy from behind.

The dagger went straight through the armor. Sensing the danger, Menechel dodged to the side in time to avoid the vital points, but the pain in his lower abdomen still made him take a few steps back uncontrollably. His center of gravity was unbalanced, causing the third sword to grazed the back of the enemy's head.

He looked down with some surprise at his abdomen, which was bleeding - this seemed to be the first time his armor failed.

"magician?"

Menechel spoke for the first time in the battle, his voice sounding a little surprised but not panicked, which made "Kai"'s face turn angry.

"What can you do even if you know this, Ghost Rider? This dagger has been tempered with the toxin of the Fantasy Species. Your self-healing ability will have no effect at all."

While the other party was talking, Minashel took off his dragon scale armor, only to see a layer of bleak black gas spreading over the wound on his abdomen, inhibiting the healing of the wound.

Red magic emerged from around Menechel, staining the surroundings with a faint blood color. He stretched out his hand and clawed at his injured abdomen, tearing off the black and purple piece of flesh under Kai's incredible gaze.

The bleeding stopped instantly due to the high temperature brought by the lightning, and granulation tissue was produced under the stimulation of magic power, and the wound slowly disappeared.

Menechel clenched his palms hard and crushed the flesh and blood in his palms.

"Half-baked." Menchel pulled out the blade stuck in the soil again, revealing a mocking smile. Without waiting for the opponent to react, Menchel detonated the magic power gathered under his feet. The reaction force of the explosion pushed Menchel forward. Under the rapidly changing vision, Menchel's pupils became slender. At this time, the opponent's every move was extremely slow in his eyes.

As he landed on the ground, Minasel grabbed the opponent's neck and stabbed his lower abdomen with the hilt of the sword. His neck was defenselessly exposed to Minasel's sight.

He turned the sword and beheaded the opponent with one blow. His decisive action did not give the opponent a chance to breathe.

After shaking off the blood on the blade, the sound of a headless body falling to the ground was heard at the same time. Without looking at the identical corpse, Menachel grabbed the head by the hair. The face that was exactly the same as Kai's just now had completely changed into the appearance of another person.

Throwing away the debris, Minashel realized what he should do as a commander.

"Enemy attack!"

The magically enhanced sound resounded throughout the camp of three thousand people.

But the rustling sound in his ears was gradually fading away.

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Chapter 53 Report on the use of refugees (Monthly ticket update from the day before yesterday)

2023-07-29

If the three Stark rebel kings were very angry when Menechel was at the gates of the city, then the only two remaining rebel kings were already very frightened at this time.

Last night, dozens of assassins led by King Arendo to rob the camp were discovered by the Ghost Knights of Camelot before entering the camp, and King Arendo was directly tortured and killed in a brutal manner.

Although I felt a little hesitant about the reason that King Alendo chose to stay behind in order to preserve the manpower of Torun City, but since even King Alendo himself did not survive to refute it, I will just accept this reason.

What made the other two rebel kings even more disheartened was that the dozens of knights who had witnessed King Alendo's massacre last night refused to attack the camp again no matter what.

Although they wanted to condemn him, he was, after all, a subordinate of King Alendo. Considering the overall situation, the two did not press him too much.

"We won't be under the rule of Camelot again." A rebel king worriedly sought comfort from his companions. He felt upset when he thought that they would soon be inferior to Arthur.

But his companion did not answer, for he was also troubled by the matter at the moment.

"Menchel, Menchel! Why doesn't this undead (insult) with nowhere to go just die!"

He hammered the table angrily. The three thousand soldiers were attacking like crazy, risking their lives for theirs. The rain of arrows had no effect at all. Menechel was like an artificial thunderstorm. As soon as he released his arrows, he would immediately use magical lightning snakes to intercept them in the air, forcing Toren's guards to engage in hand-to-hand combat.