Kant's words were very impolite, almost humiliating. However, both sides were currently in a hostile status. Since the war had already begun, there was no need to hold back.
At least Kant had the confidence. He was not afraid of this death knight who looked no different from a dead person.
He sensed it.
This death knight indeed had extraordinary power.
But as time passed, although the extraordinary power contained a dense negative energy aura, it was in fact naturally countered by Kant's king's power and divine power.
Otherwise, the two royal knights from before would not have been able to resist five death knights.
Now, there was only one death knight.
Not to mention Bandake, who could summon the underworld invaders with extraordinary strength.
Ten royal knights and ten lion knights behind him were enough to crush this small death knight. If the 2,000+ skeleton cavalry behind them were included, the knights who could come over at any time could also turn this dune area, into a white bone mound filled with bone fragments!
This was confidence, the confidence brought about by absolute strength. It was precisely because of this that Kant dared to be so unbridled. He even brought so few people to meet and carry out the so-called negotiations!
That death knight looked at Kant coldly.
But he was not stupid.
As he swept his gaze past Bandake beside Kant, the faint negative energy that was similar to that of a demon made his empty chest seem to fill up with a sense of fear.
There were also people waiting at the bottom of the dune.
Each of them had their own power.
Those who could follow Kant here were not ordinary people. Even the weakest sharpshooter could shoot at a rapid speed!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})At this moment, the Veruga marksman were already holding their battle bows and staring coldly at the top of the dune. On the body of the death knight standing in front of Kant, the armor-piercing awl arrows were already on the bowstring.
If there were any unusual movements, 20 cone arrows would instantly appear.
It was no joke.
The death knight was silent.
It actually realized that if it really wanted to do something, the final consequences would be irreparable.
And in the face of Kant's insult and ridicule, it actually couldn't find anything to say in refute.
He didn't have the upper hand anymore, but this human noble looked so young actually had an absolute power that made him feel uncomfortable all over!
Even though there were still 2,000 + skeleton cavalry behind him.
It still made him feel insecure.
Kant did not care about its attitude and the fluctuations in his heart. This was where his confidence lay.
Looking at the silent fellow, Kant snorted and said indifferently, "Now I am the Lord and ruler of this desert. You have now invaded my estate and started a hostile act that is enough to start a war against me. Now, I want to ask you..." Kant paused, his voice was solemn. "What exactly do you want? !"
Following Kant's reprimanding voice, the knights under the dune behind him stepped forward in unison. Each of them was wearing shiny plate armor that looked like luxury items. The lance and sword were already in their hands.
The gems on the tips of the magic staffs in the hands of the mages and mage apprentices also emitted a sparkling light.
Elemental power was gathering!
The death knight was even more silent.
The soul fire in its eyes flickered rapidly, as if reflecting its unstable emotions.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"Please state your purpose for coming here."
Kant stretched out his hand, indicating that they should stop pressing.
Meanwhile, his eyes were staring at the blue flame in the empty eye sockets of the death knight, he said in a deep voice, "I want to know, do you want to start a war or choose peace? You are intelligent, and the higher-level generals behind you should also be intelligent. I need an answer."
"Answer."
The death knight spoke slowly, its voice hoarse as if its throat was rubbing against itself.
However, it let out a sinister laugh. "Human, the glory of the gods has faded. We, who once belonged to the bloodline of the gods, have returned. Do you really think that you can rely on your own strength to resist your former master?"
Kant narrowed his eyes and held the hilt of his sword. "Please speak in human language."
"We're back."
The soul fire in the death knight's eye sockets flickered.
"Ha." But what it got in response was Kant's horizontal slash as he instantly unsheathed the sword. Golden flames suddenly burst out of his body, and before the death knight could even react, it directly cut off its neck.
The entire head flew out in an instant.
But there were traces of golden light on the broken marks, as if it was fighting against the black fog that was flowing out.
The moment the head was severed, the entire body of the death knight began to tremble. The warhorse beneath it leaped to the side. The horse with sharp teeth picked up the severed head and fled.
"Humans... you will... endure a more cruel reality than what we have endured!"
The death knight continued to speak. Decapitation was not a fatal injury to it.
The voice was hoarse and filled with hatred, "You... don't know what kind of terror... you don't know... What kind of existence... you have angered!"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"I'll wait for you." Kant had a look of disdain.
Looking at the group of skeleton cavalry surrounding the death knight as they fled, Kant seemed to be muttering to himself, "Perhaps you don't know what kind of existence you have angered!"
Kant did not give the order to pursue.
There were close to 2,000 skeleton cavalry, and there might be other death knights among them.
Pursuing was not a wise move.
They returned.
At the East Gate, Veruga marksman, archers, and Swadia crossbowmen were ready for long-range fire. At the bottom, many knights and heavy cavalry were gathered, waiting for reinforcements.
Everything was to be safe, to prevent the undead cavalry from acting irrationally and threatening Kant's safety.
They returned to Drondheim Castle.
Kant's expression was solemn. Looking at Manide and Bandake who were welcoming them, he said in a deep voice, "Get ready immediately. The war is coming."
"Yes!" The two replied.
This was already foreseen.
When the undead cavalry chose to retreat and the negotiations between the two sides collapsed, there was no need to continue the negotiations.
Those descendants of the ancient era, the descendants of the gods, were the same as the old Pope Kant had met in the underground city. They had also turned into the undead, and with their hatred for the living and their desire for the world, they had made a comeback!
"What a pity." Kant couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The sun disc could only be fixed in one place.
If they could control it, with the army going deeper into the Nahrin desert, the undead might not be able to do anything. After all, this huge artifact-like object had a natural counter to the evil creatures that gathered negative energy!
