After the full moon night, the moon gradually begins to break, like a large cake that has been gnawed by someone, and it gets smaller and smaller every day.

The moonlight was no longer bright, but the stars in the sky gradually increased.

Under the starlight, a fast horse was galloping on the avenue. The knight and the steed were drenched in sweat, and their nostrils were spewing harshly.

"Who's that?, the name and number on the bulletin!" shouted at the checkpoint ahead.

"Scout!" replied the knight hurriedly.

The torches on the level light up. The sergeants on duty carefully discerned the knight's face and began to open the gate of the checkpoint.

"Take me to Princess Catherine and Commander Eldred!" the knight was still sitting on his horse, and his horse under his crotch was still restless.

Fortunately, the two "sluts" mentioned by the necromancers had not slept yet, and they were laughing quietly in the big tent.

"Take good care of my horse!" the knight jumped off his horse and hurriedly opened the tent door.

The guards guarding the tent door had no time to stop him, and could only watch him break in. Oh, if Her Royal Highness the princess is changing her clothes at the moment, she will be scolded!

At the sight of the scout with an anxious look on his face, Princess Catherine and Commander Eldred's hearts immediately hung in the air.

"Sit down and catch your breath......" Princess Catherine stood up.

"Water or wine?" said Adridrid, standing up as well.

"Bar!"

A large glass of wine was handed over at once. The knight took his glass, threw it all down his throat, and immediately choked and coughed. He wiped the water beads stuck to his beard with his sleeve, and immediately began to report: "Two news: we have captured a necromancer who delivered a message under the starry night today, and learned that Prince Roland successfully rescued the people of Dia who were lost in the valley of the waterfalls, and all of them were evacuated to the ...... of Silver Horn."

"Oh my God, he's so bold! Why didn't he inform me of such an important action, and I might as well send troops to respond!" exclaimed Catherine.

"They have been trapped by the undead armies of the two legions in Silverhorn, and they have been holding out for seven days now!"

"Oh no, he's so many! how did he survive these seven days?" Exclaimed Eldrid's turn this time.

"He has such a stubborn temper, and he always thinks that he is very remarkable!" Princess Catherine's eyebrows were already raised, and she shouted loudly, "Will you die if you consult with me?!"

"Your Royal Highness, you must send troops to rescue him immediately, otherwise there will be no hurry!" the knight's tears burst out.

"Don't worry...... Don't you see that Her Royal Highness is trying to figure out a way?" said Adridrid hurriedly in reassurance.

The knight sat in his chair and watched with a blank eye as Princess Catherine walked up and down anxiously.

"No, I must be calm, I must be calm......" Princess Catherine reminded herself repeatedly.

"Guards, inform Captain Hart at once!" Eldred shouted out of the tent.

The drunken Hart stumbled into the big tent, and after a few words, the liquor he had just drunk in his stomach immediately turned into a cold sweat.

"I immediately led all the cavalry to rush into Dia, and quickly rushed to the Silver Horn in the shortest possible time!"

"There's no hurry!" Princess Catherine shook her head, "Even if you don't eat, drink, or sleep, it will take more than ten days to reach Silver Horn, and you may be surrounded and intercepted by the undead army on the way!"

"I don't think the army of the dead cares about this kind of thing now!" the knight suddenly interjected, "They are now divided into two factions, one is led by Crowvis, a student of the Grim Reaperion, who is holding on to Southbanda, and the other is led by the vampire king Drokul, who is besieging the castle, supposedly to fight for the command of the army!"

"Did they fight?" asked Eldred hurriedly.

"No, it's just a siege ...... at the moment"

Ten days!! will Prince Roland be able to hold out for ten days?

"Hart, you lead the cavalry legion and set off at once, I hope we are still in a hurry!" Adridrid commanded in a low voice.

"Be careful not to fall in love with the enemy's defenses, quickly break through the enemy's defenses, and then go straight to the enemy's rear!" Princess Catherine added, "He is the hope for the future of the Kingdom of Dia, and Dia cannot do without him......"

"Yes!" Captain Hart saluted with his right hand on his chest, and then quickly ran out of the tent.

A moment later, the sound of horses' hooves began to be heard outside the tent.

In the tent, everyone's hearts were ringing like the sound of horses' hooves......

"He's not a reckless man, how can he suddenly be impulsive?" muttered Princess Catherine.

"Maybe it's the urgency of the matter, the opportunity is fleeting......"

"How did he end up in the Silver Horn? That's the pirates' territory!"

"Does he want to use the pirates' ships to withdraw to Erathia by sea?" said Eldred, too.

"Yes, it must be so!" Catherine stood up suddenly, "It seems that something must have happened halfway through the way, so that the pirates could not reach the Silver Horn in time......"

"Sylvia!" Aedred suddenly shouted, completely devoid of the lady she used to be.

"Oh my God, didn't Sylvia wipe out all the pirates?" Catherine's heart suddenly cooled.

Eldred's heart also grew cold.

"No, I'll have to find Sylvia at once and tell her to rush to the Silver Horn at once, or else everything won't be rushed!" Catherine began to put on the Lion King's Helmet and picked up the King's Sword that lay on the table.

"You can't go! I should be going too!" Adridrid immediately stopped her, "You're about to have a baby! Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the baby in your womb, right?"

Catherine stood stunned for a moment, and finally shook her head helplessly: "Okay, you go for me!

"Did it fly back?"

"Someone saw it fly back at sunset. You have to be careful, this guy is getting wilder and a little disobedient!"

"It recognizes my ......," Eldred pursed his lips and laughed, "I used to play with it when I was a kid!"

They climbed a high cliff where a huge black dragon roosted. As soon as he saw Princess Catherine, the black dragon immediately ran over, buried his huge head in Catherine's arms and rubbed it, although the movement seemed gentle, but it almost knocked her into a squat.

Its eyes are like lanterns lit with a candle, and its teeth are like countless sharp daggers!

"Your Royal Highness Little Princess!" Eldred cried excitedly, caressing the black dragon's rough and tough skin with his soft, cold little hands.

The black dragon did not refuse. It began to close its eyes, enjoying its motherly warmth.

"Look, it still recognizes me!"

"Of course!" Catherine smiled, "You're one of the mothers who brought it up!"

"In the Lost Lands, it was just a little bigger, like a puppy...... Now I can't hold its neck anymore!"

"You have to be obedient!" Catherine gently instructed the black dragon, "fly with her, don't be naughty!"

The black dragon lowered its head, allowing Eldred to climb up its back on its wings. The skin on the black dragon's back was pitted, like crocodile skin, with many bumps, and it hurt Eldrid's ass so much that she grinned.

"Fly, my child!" Catherine patted the black dragon on the neck.

The black dragon supported the ground with its stubby four legs and began to run to help fly. When it was fast enough, it began to flapp its huge wings, and a whirlwind under its wings finally took off!

Catherine kept looking up, watching the huge body of the black dragon in the sky grow smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely into the sky.

Hart's cavalry regiment wore the stars and the moon all the way. However, it is strange that there are no undead legions to harass along the way.

Who would dare to harass him? The cavalry of one legion is at least equivalent to three legions of the undead! Catherine did not distribute the cavalry evenly among the various legions under him, but gathered all the cavalry together to form an invincible force!

"There's Sosbandar ahead!" the scout stopped the cavalry corps head-on.

"What's going on?" asked Captain Hart with a tilted head.

"There are five legions of the undead outside the city, and at least five inside the city!"

Oh my God! Even the battle-hardened knights couldn't help but talk about it.

"We don't have time to make a detour, we must rush over!" Commander Hart said firmly: "Rush over at all costs!

In the morning light, Hart stood at the front of the line. He held up his spear and shouted, "Hang the flag!"

Ten thousand knights took out the blue lion banner from their bosoms and hung it on their spears. The meadow immediately turned into a sea of blue.

"Follow me, charge!" Hart took the reins, and the warhorse man under his crotch stood up!

When the dust rose from the sky, and when the sound of horses' hooves sounded like raindrops, the necromancers inside and outside the city were stunned!

Who are they here to fight? Are they coming to fight Claures in the city, or are they fighting Chokule outside the city?

But none of them were beaten!The necromancers watched as they ran through the gap between the two armies of the undead, leaving them with nothing but smoke and dust that could not be dispersed for a long time.

Sandru stood on a small mound in the center of the camp, watching the terrible cavalry legion.

"Catherine is indeed very good at using troops!" said Sandru, "each legion has a brigade of cavalry, which can easily be broken by each one!

"Master, do we need to pursue?" said Drakul, bowing in question.

"No need!" Sandru snorted, "Let's settle the matter first! one day, I will turn the most elite cavalry of Erathia into my terrifying knights!"

"I've heard you like to treat them like crops to be harvested......"

"They're crops to be harvested!" Sandru nodded, "As long as we destroy them, they will naturally become my army of the undead!"

"Do you need to personally direct the siege, master?"

"Siege, why siege?" said Sandru without looking back, "Inside and outside the city, they are all my soldiers! I won't let Catherine's little girl see my jokes!"

When Sandru stood under the city of Southbandar with the Scythe of Death, the legs of the necromancers on the walls began to tremble!

"I finally get it!" Clauvis said angrily, "I thought Drokul had great courage, but he was secretly making trouble!"

"It's Sandru......! How could he have his master's death scythe?"

Crowvis's heart had sunk. The owner of the Scythe of Death never leaves his hand, and if he is still alive, how can he allow internal strife between necromancers?

The master, Bellerion, had fought with Helena, the number one witch in the world, and was seriously injured, and he knew very well about this! Perhaps the shameless Sandru killed his master while he was seriously injured!

But he can't tell anyone else about it! he must make the necromancers think that their master is still alive and supporting him, or they may betray him right away!

Under the walls, Sandru raised his death scythe and shouted, "Come out, Clauvis! Bellerion is dead at my hands, this is his death sickle!"

The necromancers on the city walls trembled with their legs and almost fell to their knees!

"Nonsense! You shameless traitor! How can you be your master's opponent with your three-legged cat's skill? You must have stolen your master's death sickle! Sandru, you are so bold, are you not afraid of his terrible wrath?"

"He can't curse me anymore!" Sandru shouted, "Since he wants me dead, then I'll have to find a way to let him die!

"How do you want to solve it?"

"If I die, you can take my death scythe, if you die, I will take your death ring!

"You wait, I'll come down!"

A necromancer immediately stopped him: "Your Excellency, you don't need to fight him personally! let me command your ghost dragon army to destroy him!"

Clauvis shook his head and said, "It's about my personal honor! I have to kill him in public so that I can die! Have you found out, he's missing an arm! I don't believe I can't beat a man with only one arm!"

So all the necromancers feasted their eyes and saw a wonderful duel. Although Sandru only has one hand, he is still Sandru, and after possessing the Scythe of Death, he seems to have become even stronger. Just as he was about to slash Clauis alive, Clauvis suddenly disappeared.

Was that the power of the Death Ring? At the moment when the death scythe fell, he suddenly saw the mysterious flash of the Death Ring!

Where did he go? Why can't I feel him?, Sandru breathlessly.

But it doesn't matter anymore, I've already defeated him!Sandru raised his death scythe high and accepted the prostration of all necromancers.