The Legend of Fatality

Flaine's mood has not improved. The bandits who robbed him slipped into the forest, and from their sloppy appearance, he wouldn't think they would have such a skill. Perhaps he is just not very good at tracking.

Anyway, he lost them and the scroll was gone. The choice to return to Fatalin City at one time looked attractive, but after some thought, Flynn rejected this attractive choice.

There is no doubt that shortly after he agreed to Kaby ’s request, he messed up this promised thing. If the astral creatures are here, they will be furious, and he will also face their contempt and disappointment. Emoji.

Anyway, he is grateful that it is difficult for astral creatures to leave their homes. And he is not indifferent to Ye Xiao's fate. The scroll may be lost, but he can still deliver a warning about the fate of the night owl.

As a predictor, most of Flynn's predictions were sudden, which was the kind he could not know at the time. Even if he learned the content of the prophecy afterwards, he could not foresee the relevant events.

But there is one type of prediction that he can call the prophetic spells. According to his many years of experience, most of these predictions are ambiguous and contain many choices of endings, just like a person's real life. The final outcome is nothing more than an accident of personal choice.

But this time, the prophecy about the night owl was completely different from the past. He had never seen such a clear sign and such a single ending. He had to do his best to reverse this seemingly inevitable ending while fulfilling his promise with Kaby.

That scroll is the key to reverse the ending. There was a prophetic poem of the night owl on that sheepskin scroll, but the verse provided him with a choice that was not shown in the omen. If Night Owl can understand the meaning of the poem and make the right choice, he can get rid of the omen with a single ending.

But Flynn had n’t read it, nor could he read the prophetic poem, otherwise his prophetic spell would be invalid. Even if he knew the content of the prophetic poem, it was not so convincing without written evidence of the spell released on the scroll.

As a black tower mage, he still carries some weapons. He suddenly found that his habit as a black tower mage would allow him to have a certain combat ability in this sudden situation, rather than relying on the staff behind him to fight, especially when his magic power is not much.

After wasting a considerable amount of time trying to find the bandits, Flynn has turned to the south and now rides his long-suffering horse to make up for the lost time. The problem is that he no longer fully determines his status.

Before this unfortunate encounter, he chose a southbound road leading directly to Fatalin City, but strangely, this road was unwilling to be found again. He guessed that he must have rode west for a while, but it took much longer to return to the place of departure than he had originally hoped.

Maybe he was riding a horse to the north, in this case, his efforts to find that way would only make things worse. In such a monotonous and frustrating place on Fatalin Island, he was desperate to get back on track completely, and finally he chose to follow his instincts, hoping to meet a village or a familiar path where he could find himself Direction.

Unfortunately, it turns out that hope is as elusive as the road. There is only desolate and barren land. In all directions, the endless wilderness stretched into the monotonous and heavy sky. Far away, he could see strangely shaped rocky peaks.

The air throughout the place is terrible, as if a strange and elusive curse fell on this land. He rode past several deserted villages and stood there sadly, like a rock on the horizon, but no village was inhabited.

He looked at the barren soil, the endless bushes and the dry grass, guessing that this area must have been sparsely populated. But he knew what was the real reason why it was completely abandoned here.

He no longer doubts whether this plague is man-made, and understands that it is more deadly than any plague he has encountered. The creature he encountered is the best evidence. They made his stomach sick, and after their latest attack, he was lucky enough to escape.

Since then, he has been forced to use his magic too much. They like to come at night. He hasn't slept well for a while. The magic power to repel them is increasing, and Flynn finds that he becomes more and more exhausted as he travels long distances south. He thought about his misfortune wholeheartedly and forced the horse to move as fast as possible.

Eventually, he was relieved a little, leaving the most desolate place on the wasteland and entering a more familiar place. Soon, he rode a horse along a low valley, and both sides of the valley were covered with dense pine forest. The sun hangs high in the sky, but the sheen of the clouds makes its light weak and gray.

Flaine struggled to remember the last time she saw a sunny day. Can the power of the God of Doom also control the weather?

As he thought about this mysterious possibility, the first rider rushed out of the cover of the woods. Flynn quickly recovered his attention.

"Nital's teeth!" He gritted his teeth, saying he felt bad enough for himself along the way. "Don't come again!"

Two companions joined the rider. They lined up from the forest and rushed straight to him. They are not ordinary robbers. Everyone is wearing black armor and holding a scimitar that looks evil. Flynn glanced back quickly. Several others blocked his way from the north.

They are together. Another ambush.

"This is really stupid." Flynn said, pulling the horse up and letting magic flow into his body. It was unlucky to be ambushed once. Being ambushed twice seems like carelessness no matter how you look at it.

When the leading knight from the South approached him, Flynn stood on the stirrup and pointed directly at the figure in black armor with the tip of his metal staff. He muttered a few spells full of magic, and the tip of the staff glowed with stars.

The front rider casually rode towards Flynn. Flynn fired two stars at him. They collided on the rider, exploded in a burst of sparks, and flew the rider back from the saddle. The rider in armor fell to the ground, the armor fell heavily, the starlight remained on him, and he kept flapping.

Flein marches forward. The other rider almost rushed in front of him. Flynn rotated the scepter in front of him, forming a halo around him with the tip of the twinkling starlight. The rider backed away, but by this time the three men from the south had approached.

It is very difficult to escape now. He pulled up his horse and was soon surrounded by mysterious riders. The cavalrymen wore heavy iron masks and excellent armor. Flynn did not recognize any coat of arms on the shield or armor. He not only asked himself, who are these people?

"In the name of Fatalin Association!" He snapped. "I really don't have this mood. Show your identity, or let me go!"

The leading rider kept a terrible silence. The spiked and twisted design of the iron helmet told Flynn that it was not forged by a local blacksmith. Riders did not speak, but stretched out a hand wearing steel gloves and made a crushing movement with their fists.

This is a casting action! Flein suddenly felt a chill. He began to weave a spell in response, but it was too late. He shivered and felt his entire body froze. First the spell surrounding him lost control, and then he felt his hand slipping off the reins.

He fell heavily on the ground from the horse immediately, and tumbling painfully on the uneven ground. His betrayal mount raised his hoofs and ran along the river at the moment he got out of the saddle, and the riders around him ignored it.

Flein stood up violently, and he was furious at himself inwardly. As he grew in age and strength, his vigilance and speed of response decreased.

The riders are all around him. With a roar from Flynn, he summoned a new starlight crown to himself, and soon surrounded him in a protective cover to protect himself.

He tried to keep himself as majestic and deterrent as possible, trying to get rid of the remnants of the spell just now. The riders lowered their heads and remained silent as always. Their leader calmly rode to the front and pulled down his black iron mask.

"You made a mistake." Flynn said angrily, shaking with rage. He was very tired, and the work of maintaining the crown of starlight began to make him feel strenuous. "Leave now, otherwise I will burn your mask."

The man in armor looked at Fraine expressionlessly. This is an empty threat, and the silent rider seems to be fully aware of it. There was a thin gurgle from the helmet, probably a hollow laugh. The rider stretched out his steel-gloved hand again, and Flynn felt a chill in his body again.

"Oh, no." Flynn said coldly, contending with the caster's spells with new magic. "You can't do this anymore."

Flynn drew power from his anger and fear, and began to summon a magic sword made of starlight all over the starry sky. If they want to catch him, they must fight.

Just as he did so, the other riders also stepped forward, and the mask on everyone ’s face was staring at him tightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They acted like a person in a synchronized motion The same, stretched his fist.

The power of evil spells to crush all magic is increasing. Flynn took a hard breath and pulled out the sword from the air. Time is pressing, he can't bear the magical consumption of magic weapons and shields at the same time.

He took a deep breath, extinguished the stars around him, and rushed straight forward. He felt it was like leaving a warm house and rushing into the cold wind. He felt that the cold fingers around him once again destroyed his spell, and he screamed because the spell failed.

Flaine's vision began to shake, and he rushed awkwardly towards the nearest rider. The sword was cleverly blocked. Flynn's fingers began to freeze numbly, and he frantically let Starlight lick the blade to give it more power.

He has lost in this battle. He desperately made the last effort, and once again rushed towards the nearest rider. His blow failed to fall. With a disgusting spin, he felt the world under his feet shaking, and the earth rushed up to meet him.

The starlight magic sword dissipated into harmless starlight, scattered around, the accumulated strength of the riders overwhelmed him on the wet ground. He felt vaguely that five of them were turning around him. His senses were leaving him, and he only vaguely saw the leader's black mask looming above his prone body.

Flynn grabbed his staff weakly, trying to start chanting new spells. The words of these spells did not appear. The iron tip of a heavy boot kicked on his forehead, and he knew nothing.