The Legend of Fatality

Outside half a world, the rise of the Fatalin Society has been discovered by other eyes. They are also spellcasters, but they are of a completely different kind. On the cold coast of Iceland in the north of the world, the dark walls of a twisted castle rose high into the air. Beneath it, the sea was choppy, and it beat the pitch-black, jagged cliff endlessly.

At the bottom of the castle, there stands a strangely shaped spire made of barbed metal. The huge iron chain dangled from the protective wall, swaying in the wind, jingling. Some cages were hung at the end, although it was difficult to see the terrible things in the darkness.

From the depths of this magnificent fortress, a cold green light faintly entered through the narrow window. Only some rumbling sounds can be heard here, which is beating the reef in the waves. Deep inside the dark stone wall, some kind of evil machine is working. Even the cold air here is full of terror.

The sparse vegetation around this cursed place looks like withered, with the weakest abnormality. On the top of the highest tower of the castle, a blood-red light was burning, as if mocking the height of the spire. Wherever you can see a sharp silhouette, watching the storm violently hit the ruthless cliff.

In the house on the top floor, everything is very different from the elegant and restrained room in the white pagoda of Amenkanong. The wall was chiseled from a whole piece of shiny stone. The brazier made of metal throws vermilion light, bathing the whole place in a strange and mysterious red light.

There are some jagged cuts on the surface of the stone, which seem to be cut randomly, so that the deep red light can be projected in all directions. The steel sculpture protruding from the wall is like a strange plant model, and the twisted face sculpture has been carved on all the planes above.

Every stone or metal is twisted, corroded, or changed into an abnormal shape, but this is not a rough building like orcs or fallen wizards. This weird confusion is a work of the highest skill, designed to disturb the senses, interfere with thinking and distort the mind.

The entire space has been skillfully transformed to enhance the powerful witchcraft effect of its owner. The noise from the machine came from far away. There was a series of weird sounds during the period, some of which were like suspicious screams, but it was difficult to distinguish between the howling of the wind and the impact of the waves.

In the middle of that terrible room, an irregular step was carved. A huge throne sits on top of it, and seems to have been cut from a whole obsidian. In the half-light and half-dark light, it stood eerie and looked down on the entire room. Anyone who enters the room will appear first in the eyes of that person.

Sitting on it was a woman with a slim figure, wrapped in a shiny black silk robe from head to toe. Her skin was as pale as bones, and her head was as dark as ink. She wears a delicate ornament on her neck. In the dim light, it may be a piece of jewelry or even some kind of beautiful tattoo.

She sat motionless, looking like it was carved out of the cold throne itself. Only her eyes flowed out of her nature. They are so bright, sharp and cruel. Even in the shadows, they will shine with savage steel like light. A mocking, contemptuous half-smile smile always hung on her lips, thanks to her ever-turning corner of the mouth.

If she is a resident of the great empire Gaitan, the men are willing to walk a thousand miles just to appreciate her beauty and pay tribute to her, even if she just hopes to get a glorified look. Thank her she is not, because the part of the blood lineage of the Dark Elf she possesses will make her stripped alive before any human suitor expresses his affection.

Even among her own people, she enjoys a terrible reputation with slow fear and tortured art. No one knows her true lineage, but there is no doubt that any of her bloodlines are extremely noble. Even many people think that she is actually an illegitimate girl who believes in the goddess or an agent of the goddess in the world.

She seems to maintain this noble temperament from birth. This may be because she would never maintain her lofty status without such cleverness and ruthlessness. Among her subordinates, there are many people, as long as she shows signs of weakness or pity, she will suddenly rush to pull her off the throne. And in the end, death is the kindest kind.

Ms. Akanis stared coldly at the curved windows on the high wall, enjoying some fun in the noise of the ocean. Whenever there is distress or pain in the world, she will be content. The aurora rising from the Northland glowed green. And this morbid light will only increase her morbid happiness.

With her lofty status, it is easy to imagine that the whole world is going to destruction. At the thought of the misfortune and pain caused by these signs, she thrilled with excitement all over her body.

"My warrior," she said softly, hoarse and majestic, "Now you can tell me your news."

Eles, her messenger in the court of the Great Empire of Gaitan, quietly slipped out of the shadow that his mistress had him wait for a while. His left cheek has a twisted Akanes rune-a tattoo that always marks him as a member of the family.

Although he was wearing black armor from head to toe and holding an evil-looking scimitar, somehow, under the majestic figure of Ms. Akanis, he looked like a child.

Eles bowed low before speaking.

"My lady," he said, with a hint of fear in his words. "Emperor Augustus made his ruling. Duke Aetius will lead troops against the sorrow of the orcs. Their vanguard has already set off. His son Lord Alaric is in charge. We are instructed to provide the guard and support the attack . "

Erice quietly looked up at the lady sitting on the throne and continued.

"Following the instructions, I debated for a more honorable position for the ladies at the combat meeting for a long time. Some big nobles allied with us, but Aetius got the support of many people. After a long argument, the emperor made It is not conducive to our decision. I can do nothing. "

Ms. Akanis smiled slightly at his uneasiness. He is not a cowardly coward, but his fear is obvious. This is good. As long as his skills are not overshadowed by fear, she would rather her servants live in an unresolved state.

Only when he really disappointed her would he taste the punishment. She had long known that the old evil dog Aetius would lead the Gaitans to attack the orcs north. The question now is what to do.

"Very good, Elles." She said, keeping her voice sounding cold. "I can't help now. I'm not satisfied with your efforts. For my chief ambassador, it's impossible to establish a reputation for failure. You will direct our preparations for the attack."

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"If our expectations are right," she blinked and continued. "The weak human emperor will get these stupid victories. But we don't need to wait too long, the moment of our revenge will come. However, don't relax your work, I won't let Aetius make me look like a Fool, you know the punishment for failure. "

Eles nodded, obviously not knowing how to answer. As arranged, a suffocating painful voice came from the room below. Ms. Akanis stopped to taste for a while, and then turned her cold eyes to her ambassador ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is one more thing we have to talk about, "she said almost lazily." Great Gaitan The Empire is not the only theater our beloved masters plan to perform. The battle will also come to the land of the Marnus Empire and even Burtania. In the past few years, we have secretly lurked many spies on the land of these countries, waiting for their action orders. The days when they are used are coming. "

Ms. Akanis said while watching her ambassador carefully. Oles clearly stated on his face that he was not surprised by the news. Maybe he heard rumors from somewhere else. It does not matter. Rumors and secrets always fly around the castle.

"We have our own loyal members of the Akanis family in the city of Oledov," she continued. "Sorcerer Draco Malfoy, the most terrifying snake, so he is invaluable for such a task. People are so proud of their ignorance, but do not know that in the shadow of their stinky city Something lives at their feet. Even before our enemies gather, we will sow the seeds of doubt and strife. "

Eles nodded, imagining the future, his eyes lit up.

"Yes, my lady." He said. "It's not difficult for them to disagree. And such a result will be our victory in the House of Lords. Then Emperor Augustus will definitely care more about us."

Ms. Akanis looked at him with pity and sorrow. For an ambassador, his flattery is so bad. Maybe she should replace him.

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