The Legend of Fatality

When Bane followed Bode through the town street in the cave, he began to fantasize about what he once saw here based on the architecture and scale of the place.

Crowds who were standing shoulder to shoulder, filled with the voices of the crowds who were clamoring in their ears. His fantasy makes the surroundings seem strange, and everything seems more real. It seems that everything is in sight, and it seems to be far away in a distant and unknown place. There seemed to be a long distance between his eyes and the four dimensions.

He passed through a collapsed gate and walked up the stone paved road. A large house in the distance seems to be a manor of a merchant or aristocrat. The manor is located beside the street. The collapsed retaining wall used to cover the building.

As he followed Bode, the road also extended. Here, it has long become people's distant memories and irrelevant history, and the old empire that has disappeared seems to reappear again.

If the people of the old empire once lived here, the lineage of those people can be traced back to the nomadic tribes who set foot on this continent from the east for the first time decades ago. Accompanied by blood and fire, they conquered the aborigines of Istana to build villages along the coast.

They used nomadic raiders to become ranchers, and then evolved into high-ranking old imperial nobles or merchants of liquor and cloth.

Those ancient bloodlines that can be used for good fights have now become living under gold and jewelry, gorgeous silk ornaments, trade agreements, intrigues, living in solid castles, walking in corridors of oil lamps lit by servants, in the bones The corrupt and corrupted nobility of Istania.

Perhaps Istania has never been completely peaceful in a long time because of the wildness in the blood of these people. Bai En shook his head vigorously, tossing his fantasy and speculation aside. He found that he was increasingly immersed in this sudden fantasy recently, which is very wrong.

As the team left this long-inhabited cave village, there were some stone carvings on both sides of the road, and some biographies were written in ancient imperial language. However, the long months and months make the handwriting obscure, like graffiti. This graffiti made the two young apprentices in the team of Bean extremely frightened. He had heard these apprentices whispering more than once that this was a curse left by the ancient empire.

Every time like this, Bai En has a sense of superiority in intelligence and secretly scolded an idiot. He felt his mood seemed better.

The end of the road was filled with pale mist, and the smell of burnt corpses remained in the air for a long time. Bai En followed Bode and went to the altar in the mist at the end of the road. Looked at the piles of Cyro's corpses on the altar-head, limbs, internal organs, certain organs. Mixed to form a weird shape, Bai En speculates that it may be some kind of magic circle.

Surrounded by stench and mist, Bai En arms around his chest, as if listening to a deeper silence. In a sense, it came from fragments of corpses scattered around, seemingly accusing the murderer of cruelty. In addition to this, there is another reason why the altar is extremely empty and deep.

A tall shelf was erected on the altar, on which a woman, or girl, was nakedly nailed. Wrists, ankles, joints of extremities, shoulder blades and other locations have long metal nails, which have long been stained with blood.

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The girl was ripped open and her organs in her abdomen could be seen from the front. Her face hung on her chest and her face could not be seen clearly. Bai En suddenly felt something was wrong. There seemed to be some familiar sound in the mist on the altar. Bai En listened for a while and made sure that there was someone trying to breathe.

Bai En put down his hands and took off a long whip with a sacrificial knife from his waist. The curled long whip hung down after being held in his hand by Bai En and extended behind him. He carefully stepped around the bones on the ground, eyes fixed on the direction of the breath.

"Hey, I didn't expect it." A voice sounded ten feet ahead of Bai En.

Bai En walked slowly over, and the people behind him had already taken out their weapons to guard against the front. It was an old mage who made a sound. He lay on his back on the charred pile of stumps, breathing hard with every breath.

Bai En noticed that he had some kind of magic. He was cut into two parts by waist-waist. Pink gut gushed out of his abdomen, blood wrapped in mud gathered under him, and a part of it had condensed. He exudes a strong magic aura, and is working hard to maintain his life.

"Fate is really wonderful, maybe I don't need our hands. You will die soon." Bai En looked at the old mage's face and found this to be another old acquaintance. A potion tutor in the black tower.

"Yeah, fate is really wonderful. But I think I am lucky today." The old mage didn't seem to care that he had been cut in half.

"It doesn't look very similar." Bai En walked over, squatted down, and stabbed at the exposed internal organs of the old mage with a sacrificial knife, and found that there was a magic to protect his exposed internal organs. This is probably the reason why he is still alive, but he will not live long. Bai En doesn't think he can hold on too much.

"Hey, do you not respect the old man at all?" The old mage even laughed and quipped.

"Do you need me to be happy?" Bai En asked kindly. This potion tutor counted the few normal wizards in the black tower. More importantly, he has no hatred with himself.

"Hey, I'm not going to live long." The old mage snorted, and again a group of dirty blood poured out from under him. "They are coming," he murmured. "see it?"

Bai En turned to the direction the old mage was looking at, squinting, but his attention was still on the old mage. "Who are they?"

Bai En ’s eyes were only on the **** of the altar, with several of his apprentices standing on it.

The old mage didn't answer, just seemed to exhaust all his strength to breathe.

Bai En turned around again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ staring at the old mage.

"Did you think you would be cut open by a magic when you were in the Black Tower." Bai En once again stabbed the organ of the old mage with a sacrificial knife and sneered. "Well, I think this is a way to retire from the night church."

"Hey, you have changed a lot, so weak people can finally stand in front of me to say such things. The magic is really amazing." The old mage's answer surprised Bai En. He smiled and seemed very happy, blinking at Bai En quickly.

Just when Bai En felt that this mage might have some illusion because of excessive blood loss.

"The more you know, the easier it is to invite danger. You will feel mine, and I will save you from it." The old mage said struggling hard, smiling again, showing **** teeth. "You're right, I should retire long ago. If you think about it, it's not bad, you can finally get rid of ..."

Bai En's eyes have been fixed on him, surprised at the mentor who was arranged in the Black Tower by the Black Night Church, he suddenly showed ... human nature? Maybe the dying person always likes to say something good, and expect more people to remember him?

The magical aura surrounding the old mage slowly dissipated, and Bai En wondered why the night church held the sacrifice ceremony here. And this former black tower instructor was attacked by someone. Infighting in the Black Tower often happens, as the name implies in order to maintain vitality, but the task of going out is not allowed, because they serve the task of the lady.

Will the person who killed him be the one from the Church of the Night? Bai En couldn't help but doubt.

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