The Legend of Fatality

After the afternoon sun set in the distant forest, the night owl led his wife Leonor along the slightly undulating mountain and the air became cooler. They didn't speak, and the night owl didn't care, because his hand held his wife's soft little hand tightly, immersed in the intimate contact between the two.

In fact, they should not go out for a walk, but take a bath and sleep in a warm bed, thinking of the night owl. Maybe the honeymoon is that the two never leave the bed.

On the edge of a birch tree, he led her down a path to their home. He watched her walking on the narrow path in front, waving her small hands constantly, trying to drive away the little bugs flying in the grass.

Night Owl is actually not willing to go home, and may be eager because his wife will return with him. The reason for reluctance is that there is the same thing that he keeps, as well as the very important things left by his family.

It was a banner that belonged to his former family, and he could not use his noble family name. Wrapped in that flag is a long sword, or a half-handed sword, usually carried behind his back. At the end of the hilt is an eagle's head, the blade of the sword is made into the shape of an eagle's wing, and the ridge of the sword has rippled stripes that wind blows across the lake.

This sword has its own name ‘Feng Soul’. Legend has it that the spirit of the spirit in the wind is sealed in the sword. The blade was extremely sharp. When the night owl was young, someone told him that this sword had killed thousands of enemies in the hands of his ancestors.

But now these two are just burdens, night owls can no longer use his family name, this sword will never be pulled out.

Sometimes the night owl would have whimsical thoughts. These two things are actually a thief, maybe they were stolen from a noble old man's home by his father. Then in his childhood, he deceived himself into saying that these two things belong to his own family.

The mountain becomes higher, and the grass in front of the forest is no longer emerald green, but a darker color. As they walked, there was a sudden itching in his heart. He gently pinched Leonor's sleeve with his thumb and index finger and pulled her back.

"Let me go first." He said softly. She looked at him and let him walk ahead without asking questions. In the ensuing time, he pulled out his long sword, slowed down, observed the ground, and studied every branch near the path. The night owl stopped at the last mountain beam from his mage tower and crouched beside the fern.

"What's the problem?" She asked.

"Maybe nothing," Ye Xiao shook his head and whispered. "But something came here today."

He picked up a pine cone that was trampled, observed it briefly, and then threw it again. The night owl expects the black elk or any black tower mage to be here, and they are more keen than their own observation skills.

"how do you know?"

"Little bug." He looked at the mountain. "The annoying little bugs on the road are missing too much. There is something to attract them away."

"Does anyone else live on the mountain?"

"No, there may be a dwarf who has just walked. Not many people will take this path. It is the beast trail left by the beasts."

Leonor frowned and said in confusion: "From you walking in front, there are not many annoying bugs."

"That's what I said," he whispered. "At the beginning, there was nothing to go through the whole day, but when we got there, there were fewer insects."

"How is it possible? How was it done?" Leonor asked nervously.

"I don't know." Ye Xiao shook his head. "Either it came out of the forest there, and then walked up the road, a very difficult route."

He stared at her and continued. "Either he landed from the sky, my mage tower is on the mountain, let's be more careful."

Was too quiet along the way, and the night owl began to worry, no squirrels, no chipmunks, no flying birds, no animals, the entire ridge was too quiet, and the day slowly passed. But Night Owl did not dare to speed up, and he began to regret taking his wife out for a walk.

When he saw the spire of his mage tower, he relaxed a little. But Leonor suddenly stopped and grabbed his arm. She raised her arm slightly and pointed to a shadow crouching in the grass in the distance.

The night owl pulled Leonor behind him, covering her between her and the shadow with her wide and tall body.

Night Owl had never been afraid of fighting, but now he found his shoulders were sore, his muscles were tight, his breathing was short, and he became nervous because of his wife. He forced himself to relax, took a few deep breaths, let go of his arms, turned his wrists, and then clenched his long sword again.

The shadow began to move gently, then floated towards him. As the shadow began to leave the low grass, Ye Xiao recognized him, an apprentice in the black tower, and a `` top student '' who was taken away by the church at night.

"Kevin!" He shouted the other party's name loudly.

The other party didn't respond, just changed his face, and looked very sad and tender. It was sending soft whispers to the night owl, which made him no longer afraid and less nervous.

The whisper of the shadow was calling him, and the night owl unconsciously concentrated on trying to hear what they said, while relaxing his hand holding the sword. Their gentle, loving smiles eased his tension, relaxed his vigilance, made him want to hear more, and wanted to understand their whispers.

The green light surrounding the shadow exudes a pleasant shimmer, his heart thumps, longing for rest, longing for peace, longing for their company ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Just like the shadow, his heart It floated up, floating smoothly, quietly and gently. Ye Xiao remembered his father, eager to see him. I remembered the happy and relaxing time spent with my father, the time of mutual love and understanding. Safe, nothing threatens him and worries him.

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He longed to return to that time again, and he realized that this was exactly what the shadow whispered, assuring him that he could enjoy the good time he longed for again. They want to help him get to that place again, that's all.

Night Owl's mind germinated a small warning, but the fade quickly disappeared. His hand slowly let go of the hilt.

He made a mistake, but he never saw it before. They are not here to hurt him, but to help him achieve the peace he wants. That is not what they want, but what he wants is what they provide him.

They just hope he is no longer alone. There was a longing smile on the corner of his mouth. How could he never find out before?

Whispered sounds like sweet music beating his heart wave by wave, soothing his fears, and providing a soft light in the deep darkness of his heart. He stopped, so that he could bathe himself in the whisper of temptation, in the sound of sweet music.

A cold, annoying hand dragged him hard, trying to pull him to continue, so he let go. The hand was let go without any protest and did not bother him any more.

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