Hearing this, the red-haired knight Aiu Taylor pushed away the pot-headed knight with a sword on Æthelwolf's neck, "Mordred, as a knight, you should restrain your cruelty habits a little!"

The Pot-Headed Knight Mordred, who had been pushed away, continued to stare at the red-haired knight for a moment with more sinister eyes than before, "Hmph, that's why Lord William wants me to lead the team instead of being a soft bastard like you who should go back to the old job of court poets. You have made you weaker because this is the land of your ancestors, and you should be careful not to be caught by me and make any mistakes, or you will know how we deal with this guy and his family in Normandy. ”

Eutylefer didn't say more, he just glared back at the Knight of the Pot, then turned back and put his hands on his knees, and leaned over to look at Æthelwolf: "Where are the warriors, and where are the men?"

"Sir, they went to the north. Æthelwolf looked at the red hair that was familiar to him, and knew that if he didn't answer, others would answer, and finally he replied to the kind-looking knight in front of him.

"The Norwegians called. Mordred muttered to herself.

"That's right, sir, they fought the Vikings. "All the young men have followed His Majesty to the north. ”

"Thank you. Aiu Taylor patted him on the shoulder with his hand and continued towards the captive quarter.

The Knight of the Pot Head slashed Ethelwolf, who had not yet reacted, with a clean sword, to the top half of his body, with only some skin still attached to the lower half of his body.

Judith couldn't hold back any longer, let out a desperate and frightened scream and fainted, but her screams also caught the attention of the red-haired knight, who looked back at the bloody scene.

Although he was very angry, he didn't say anything more because the old man was killed because Mordred was dissatisfied with his attitude and wanted to give himself some warnings, if the conflict intensified, maybe the other party could do something.

The red-haired knight walked just towards the corner where the captured women were piled up, first adjusting the fainted Judith to lie down so that she would not suffocate herself, and then looked at a woman huddled in the corner and holding her child shivering and crying in a low voice, and Aiu Taylor put his index finger to his lips and warned her not to make a sound.

Merlin, who was still hiding in the wooden house, saw the body of his father Æthelwolf on the ground, and his flesh and blood were blurred, he clenched his fists, and did not rush out impulsively to carry out a completely unwinnable revenge, he just stared at the face of the knight through the gap in the wooden window, wanting to remember the other party's appearance, and wait until he had the ability to take revenge before making the other party pay for today's atrocities.

At this time, glancing at the wooden window where Merlin was, Mordred beckoned his soldiers to take a torch in their hands, and he looked around at the hasty captives, and said with a somewhat arrogant smile: "This ...... It is the punishment for the treachery of your king. ”

Mordred spotted Merlin hiding in the hut when he captured Æthelwolf, but he never broke it, and after glancing at the red-haired knight in the captive area, he continued: "It's a punishment for your soldiers, and for the men who have forsaken you, what do you mean to go to war with the Vikings?

"I'm right, my love Lord Utailver?" Mordred looked at the red-haired knight.

There was a look of intolerance in Aiu Taylor's eyes, but it was part of the battle tactics plan of his sworn lord, Duke William, and he could only stand there without saying a word.

The villagers' houses were set on fire, and the desperate village women screamed as their homes were destroyed, and the raging fires, billowing smoke, and piercing screams took over the area, and Mordred pretended to naturally set fire to Merlin's hut and smiled cruelly at the little boy behind the wooden window.

The night was like a curtain, and the moon hung high in the sky with a halo of light, and in the silence of the night, there was a low sound of incantations, which echoed in the air with a cool breeze, and the fluttering firelight, the black weeds, and the crooked tombstones, with the small raised mounds of earth, which was terrifying.

Above the leaping firelight was a clay cauldron made of earth, bubbling with a thick inky potion that soaked some of the dead Viking Berserkers.

In the open space next to the cauldron, a pentagram of dark red light shone on the ground, but the light did not make people feel warm and comforting, and in an environment full of negative energy like the cemetery, it only added to the coldness and eerieness.

One of the drenched corpses flew out of the cauldron and hovered in the center of the pentagram, belonging to Lynch, the leader of the Viking berserkers who had died on the bridge.

Alan stood on the periphery of the pentagram, holding his staff high, and with his movements, the same lines appeared on the corpse, and when Alan stopped the last stroke, the entire lines on the corpse glowed, connecting with the light of the pentagram.

Suddenly, the corpse's eyes suddenly opened, and two orange lights shone in its sockets, and when the light dimmed, he fell from the sky, landed on one knee, and lowered his head, "Master." ”

The corpse of the Berserker leader had been crafted into a Death Knight by Allen's own hands, and his voice was much colder than in front of him, like an echo from a deep valley.

When Lynch looked up, he looked the same as before, except for the unnatural whitening of his complexion, which was bluish and unnatural—except that his skin had become tougher than before, and his knotted muscles had been strengthened by the infestation of negative energy and potions, as if he had acquired a layer of innate armor.

The Death Knight was surrounded by a terrifying, death-symbolizing aura of evil, and if he didn't put away his ability to resemble the aura of fear of Eren and the Dementors, any creature standing within fifteen feet of the Death Knight would intrude fear and despair from his heart and affect his combat performance.

Allen's eyes turned around the tattered bear skin and backward chain mail on his body, and he shook his head with some dissatisfaction, although he worked hard to make the potion potion, so that the skin that should have begun to rot more or less like most of the death knights remained normal, but the Vikings who were already living relatively poor did not look very good, but at present, Allen did not have good materials in his hands to support them to make equipment that was more in line with Allen's aesthetic and functional needs.

Although as undead creatures, they are no longer plagued by non-corrosive poisons and diseases, all spells that act on living creatures are no longer effective against them, and they do not lose their combat effectiveness when attacked by vital points, and they don't even need to worry about physical strength and breathing problems at all - direct attack spells and magical weapons can still hurt them normally, and like ordinary warriors, these death knights need weapons and equipment to use the weapons they have learned in life.

Alan couldn't help but think of the first village he encountered when he first arrived in this era, called Crohurst Village, there was a small blacksmith shop in the village that could only recruit some farm tools, hoping to find some iron ingots in them after making these Death Knights, and then use Transfiguration to make them some full-body plate armor as equipment. And with their increased strength now, they were able to bear far more weight than they could have since been alive.

But first, Alan had to rush to the circle that Hastings had set up near Stamford Bridge before he had time to deal with these minor matters.

Thinking of this, he commanded him to stand aside, and Alan continued his work, and as time progressed, a few days later, the corpse of a Viking berserker was made into a death knight, and thirty-three death knights were neatly arranged in front of a row of graves, imposing. Originally, if Alan wanted to, he actually had time to continue to rescue a few more corpses that met the conditions for making a death knight, but the number thirty-three was too coincidental, and Alan had always been superstitious about the number three, so he didn't take more.

Looking at the white-skinned but tattered-clad army he had made, Alan shrugged and sarcastically said, "At least I don't rely on you to attack the Great Wall of Desperation..."

With that, he swung his staff again, and the ground began to shake, and at the point where the pentagram vanished, the void air suddenly began to burn, and then divided into two flames and began to move along an arc from top to bottom, countless skulls that seemed to be screaming silently appeared after burning, and when the flames finally merged into a huge ring, a tall arch made of skulls also appeared.

Suddenly, Alan turned his head to look to the right of the archway, and two skeletons and one of the ghouls in the Weasley attic who only knew how to eat spiders and moths were attracted by the Death Knights and staggered over, and if Alan Ken let the Death Knights take it, they would become their undead followers.

It's just that Eren obviously has no intention of accepting these low-level or undead creatures who have no mind to speak of, they are basically not helpful in battle, but they are terrifying and annoying, and the ghoul also emits a corrupt stench - in fact, this has happened many times in the past few days, and the wizard has reluctantly ordered the death knight to stop them in place.

Looking at the ghouls who were forced to stand still motionless and moaning and still being ugly, Allen couldn't help but wonder a little in his heart: "Why didn't Weasley ask the ghoul expulsion team of the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control to drive the one away from their house and keep it as a pet at home, could it be that the ghoul was changed by an ancestor of the Weasley family?"

The sound of burning from the Otherworldly Gate brought Eren back to his senses, and he summoned the Phantom Pony, rode up with a sharp turn, and rushed into the door. The Viking berserkers also used their abilities to become Death Knights, summoned their own bone horses, followed Eren and began to rush towards the Otherworldly Gate.

The thirty-three knights didn't seem to have much chance to ride a horse in front of them, unlike when they stood on the ground, even if they didn't count the aura of fear, they looked even more rabble on horseback, and even two Viking death knights fell off their bony horses one after another, and then were trampled by their teammates behind them - fortunately, although they were not good at riding, at least they were able to resist blows, and when the horses passed, they bounced off the ground, and without even taking a shot of the dust and dirt on their bodies, they turned over again and chased after them.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the graveyard, and when the last Death Knight stepped through the portal, the portal closed and vanished, leaving only skeletons and ghouls wandering aimlessly around the graveyard.