The Legend of Fatality

Bai En bowed his head as far as possible, and crept through the cluttered bushes. His soft leather boots barely made any noise on the damp forest floor. He tried to walk in the shadow of the forest. His black front robe blended well with the shadow.

Nokranstov followed him carefully. He wore that dark armor and walked more slowly. Because of his long-term training and tremendous strength, he has not been left too much by Bai En. At the end was Morris, an apprentice of Bai En, who wore a mottled robe and tights, which blended well with the leaves.

Bai En is very happy to have him there. The forest on Fatalin Island is always dangerous, but recently, even the countryside seems to rise up against its owner. The land was attacked by the plague. Although the worst plague has subsided, the bad effects of the infection are still everywhere.

The village that was once prosperous and prosperous, still has its empty body still standing there sadly, either burned down by the cleansing fire of the companion of Baen ’s Master, or destroyed by the madness of their former residents The crops rotted in the unattended fields, and the dense canopy of the forest had begun to spread to the land occupied by the residents of Fatalin Island.

Fatlin Association has always been vulnerable to land control at the edge of its sphere of influence, but now it has begun to disintegrate. The association did not want to admit that this kind of thing happened not far away, and Bai En led the team to deal with this matter this time also represents the attitude of the Fatalin Association. Most of the uninfected residents have been removed, and the team of mages is trying to clean up, including the plague, infected people and fugitives.

Bai En pulled his magic flintlock from his waist, held it in his hand, and extended his thumb along the precious surface of this mysterious weapon. Bai En is a traditionalist in many ways. He does n’t mind using alchemist ’s potions or certain creations, nor does he mind trying out the novelties made by engineers.

But when Bai En went to ask Ye Xiao and several masters of swordsmanship, what kind of weapon was better with his broken whip. Both the Night Owl and the Margarita swordsman Middle-Hunter used flintlock guns. In the end, Brian chose the creation made by Stoke, which mixed magic, mechanics and engineering.

This flintlock gun is specially made. Three long and delicate drilled barrels extend from the handle embedded with ivory and are about twelve inches long. They are arranged in the shape of a pyramid, with complex magic runes carved along the steel axis. This is an extremely rare and magical mechanical creation.

Situoka made only three handles, one was carried by him, the other was bought by Bai En, and the rest was in Dean's hands. The long whip that Bai En broke off was reinvented into the original sacrificial knife, and after adding some of the best materials he could find, the sacrificial knife now also hung around his waist.

Bai En spent a third of his finances in the Ogborn War to buy this magic flintlock. But he still thought it was worth it. This flintlock had great power and amazing accuracy.

The only shortcoming is that it requires long-term practice, but Bai En does not need him to deal with enemies that are too far away from him. He only needs to use it to solve the most difficult enemies around him.

Magic flintlocks, sacrificial knives and long whips are now the weapons of Baien, which reminds him of the famous archaeologist, he should probably get another wide-brimmed hat or a hunter hat, which may be more in line with one hand Flintlock, the temperament of a long whip.

Bai En was thinking, suddenly stopped, and looked out through the sticks. The weight of the pistol in his left hand made him feel comfortable. Nokranstov came to his side and dropped his axe. He wore an open helmet, his expression calm and focused. This is not bad, he always looks calm and focused.

"Look there," Bai En whispered, pointing the front with his muzzle. "More stuff like that."

Nokranstoff nodded coldly. Around twenty steps in front of them, the trees began to sparse, and the path gradually disappeared. A little further in front, there was a rift in the woods, and the uneven ground opened to the sky. Not long ago, this place may be cared for and cultivated, but now the ground is covered with vines and thorns.

Among the tangled thorns, something is moving. They have human form, but they are all distorted. They all limp or drag their limbs in a clumsy way. The mottled sunlight shone on their faces, and their skin appeared pale and deadly.

Some people seem to have strange things growing under their rag-like skin, or patches of abscesses, or strange cracks in places where they should have grown. All living things have undergone some kind of mutation.

There is no doubt that they used to be villagers, good men and women on Fatalin Island. Well, judging from the location of their land reclamation, they must want to avoid the taxation of Fatalin Island. Therefore, only the men and women on Fatalin Island, there is no doubt that they are hiding at the edge of the forest, always avoiding the tax team, and working hard to cultivate land here.

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Now they are creatures destroyed by the madness and distortion of the beast, which is the most serious consequence of the terrible plague caused by something. Bai En looked at them with a bit of pity.

This mutant monster is always to be eliminated and purified, but anything these people do is not worth their fate. But on Fatalin Island, Fatalin Association will prepare large enough woodpile to remove them.

"Where are they going?" Bai En whispered, he noticed that the staggering creatures dragged themselves swaying and walked slowly towards the being. This group of creatures is more purposeful than he has seen before.

"Something is attracting them." Morris squinted after him. "They were attracted to the core of the source of infection. The plague gave birth to them, and now they are going to pick up the creator of their own destiny."

"I didn't expect you to be a poet." Bai En teased with frowning.

Morris pouted, daring not to refute.

"Maybe," Knokranstov said. "If this is the case, they will not be popular after they get there."

Bai En didn't take the sneer from Lenokranstov. He raised his head and looked over the figure in the distance. The morning sky is cold gray. The blanket formed by the dark clouds fluttered unsteadily in the continuous wind, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com seems to be full of trouble and torture in the air above. The cold breeze blew through every corner and crack of his clothes, and he shivered.

"We are not the heroes who will rescue these poor people from their suffering. We have other important things to do." Bai En said. "Our time is tight, I hope other teams will clean up when they meet them."

Morris looked at the mutants with a disappointed expression. He knows that these people are an abomination to any normal person, and the only way to alleviate the hostility is to use steel and flames. Maybe there was magic, he thought.

"I agree," Morris said reluctantly. "Our destination is very close. This disease seems to have caused serious harm to these areas. I believe that the person who released the plague has already left. Your judgment on this matter must be correct."

Bai En laughed secretly, Morris never seemed to fight for himself. Perhaps he did too much when he inspired his mage talent, and formed some kind of subconscious fear of himself in his heart.

Bai En ’s purpose is a place in a forest not too far from here, maybe a village. It is said to be the birthplace of the plague. And chasing the initiator is a very beautiful idea, but this is not the control of Fatalin. The last time he participated in the tracking task took nearly a year.

He didn't want to spend the same time to find a plague releaser hiding in the wilderness and forest. After the mutants left, Brian took Morris and Knockranstoff to their destination.

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