Chapter 67: Death Knight intention
As **Mynstar** hung in the grip of the **Death Knight**, his body battered and his strength waning, a smirk crept onto his face. His eyes, though filled with pain, glinted with defiance.
**Mynstar**: (mockingly) "Seems like you care more about **Fenrir** than your true master, the **Undead King**."
The Death Knight's grip tightened momentarily, but instead of anger, he let out a low, rumbling laugh. It grew louder and more sinister, echoing across the battlefield and drawing the attention of both armies.
**Death Knight**: (laughing) "Ah, so you noticed. Yes, **Lord Fenrir** is the only one worthy of my loyalty. The Undead King is a means to an end. But to truly serve Fenrir, I must pass this cursed title on... and that's where you come in."
He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with malice.
**Death Knight**: (taunting) "You will replace me, become the new Death Knight, and I will stand at **Lord Fenrir's** side. You, boy, are my ticket to freedom."
His laughter grew louder, booming across the battlefield as his soldiers rallied behind him. The **Lathunia** knights, witnessing their champion, Mynstar, defeated and taunted, began to lose hope. Their morale dropped, and many faltered in their defense, fear gripping their hearts.
The **Lathunia captains**, watching from their positions, reacted with frustration.
**Captain Donn**: (gritting his teeth) "Ugh, that boy's too confident! He should've waited for backup. Now look at him!"
**Captain Aria**: (sighing) "He's strong, but he's no match for the Death Knight alone."
The atmosphere in the Lathunia ranks grew tense as the Death Knight's mocking laughter continued. The once-dominant force of the **Lathunia army** now seemed shaken by the sight of their strongest fighter being toyed with.
Nearby, **Akane** watched the scene unfold with worry etched on her face. She could see that the tide of battle was shifting, and the morale of the army was crumbling. She turned to **Synoh**, her voice filled with urgency.
**Akane**: (anxiously) "Synoh... what can we do? If this keeps up, we'll lose everything."
Synoh stood in silence, his expression unreadable as he watched the Death Knight toy with Mynstar. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, but he made no move to intervene. His eyes flickered with thought as he weighed the situation, calculating his next move. He knew rushing in could spell disaster, but something had to be done.
**Akane**: (desperately) "Synoh, we can't just stand here! We need to act!"
But Synoh remained silent, his gaze locked on the battlefield as the situation escalated, waiting for the right moment. Something about the Death Knight's behavior troubled him deeply, and he wasn't about to make a reckless move. He knew that whatever happened next would decide the fate of this battle, and he was prepared to strike when the time was right.
The battlefield held its breath, the tension growing as the Death Knight's cruel laughter echoed, and the balance of power teetered on a knife's edge.