The Legend of Fatality

Pamela could feel her little heart pounding in her chest like a blacksmith's hammer. Because of difficulty breathing, every time she inhales air, her little lung is burning. Her legs were almost numb because of muscle pain, and her skirt was cut by thorns and spikes. But the worst is the cold fear, which makes her body feel as if all the power has been taken away.

"Run, Pamela! Run quickly, for the goddess' sake, don't look back!"

The mother's horrified words still echoed in her ears. When she remembered her mother, she restrained her crying, when her mother stretched out her limbs and lay on the tombstone, her leg was caught in the broken lid of a rotting coffin. When the group of monsters broke into the church and they were forced to escape into the cemetery, they never thought about checking the ground. Her mother's feet stepped on the surface of a shallow grave, ending her pursuit of freedom.

Pamela wanted to stay with her mother. The thought of leaving her behind made her more frightened than seeing the monsters, but her mother shouted at her and pushed her away. When her mother ordered the little girl to run, her voice was full of anger.

She cried when she thought that her mother was so angry with her. This is much better than thinking about other voices. She did not want to believe that the painful screams came from her mother. Pamela almost turned around, but her mother's warning prevented her from looking back. She knew deep down that if she looked back, she would see even more terrible things.

When Pamela heard the footsteps running in the bushes, her eyes widened in fright. She climbed into the shade of an old oak tree, rubbed the gap between the roots with her small body, and tried to climb in. She covered her mouth with a small hand and held back the sob. Her other hand covered one ear. She leaned the other side of her head against the tree, trying to block the running footsteps into her mind.

After entering the forest, Pamela almost always heard the sound of running. Some are the sounds of others trying to escape. Some are the sounds of things catching up with them. Sometimes these things can get people into trouble. Then the night was torn by terrible screams. Pamela didn't want to hear screams anymore.

The little girl squatted in the middle of the tree roots, staring at the darkness with her wide eyes. She didn't want to hear what happened in the forest, but she just didn't want to close her eyes. She didn't know where she would go without her parents; in her short life, she had only been to a place outside the village of Giril once, and that was to attend a festival in the castle of the lord. She didn't know where it was, only that there was a huge stone wall, and the knights lived there.

There was a glimmer of hope in the child's heart. If she can find the castle, she can get the help of the knights! They will ride the white horse to the village, their armor shines in the sun! They will drive away all the monsters, save her mother and others!

Pamela took her hands away from her ears and mouth. She moved her body away from the tree roots and listened to the forest. It is important for her to be brave now, because the knights will only listen to a brave girl. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears. She didn't know how to find the castle, but she knew she had to find it.

On top of her head, Pamela heard a sharp hiss, just like her grandmother sucked the air with her split teeth. The little girl raised her face. She was immediately stunned by what she saw.

A ghoul with fangs looked down at her, crouching on the largest tree root, like a big toad, with yellow eyes staring greedily at her. The ghoul's claws prodded into the roots of the tree, tearing the bark and flowing out the pulp. A string of saliva dripped from its teeth, and a hungry roar came from its stomach.

Pamela screamed and jumped out of her shelter. The ghoul jumped from the wood roots where he temporarily lived and landed where the girl was. Its claws slammed towards the running child, tearing the cloth from her clothes to pieces. The monster roared angrily, following behind her, crawling across the ground with difficulty on all fours.

The little girl ran across the Black Forest and felt the death breath of the ghoul behind him. There were wild screams and animalistic howls in the darkness, as well as the sound of bare feet patting the earth. The other ghouls were attracted by her screams and the hungry roar of the pursuers, running in the dark, eager to tear, bite and chew the delicious food that escaped in the woods. Pamela could hear the sound of their slender bodies bumping in the bushes, their pointed claws scratching and scrambling on the branches, rushing forward desperately.

When every muscle in her body told her that she should lie down and die, the fear still kept her running. Fear filled her trembling body. Fear forced breathing air into her burning lungs. The screams of her mother echoed in her head.

The ghoul's claws behind her caught her and brushed her hair. Other human-eating monsters emerged from the woods and approached Pamela's escape route from both sides. The girl screamed and shouted to the gods.

The back of the first ghoul's hand hit Pamela's back, knocking her to the ground. The monster squinted at her, licking his fangs, and he saw blood oozing from the girl's broken knee. Other ghouls approached her, forming a cordon around the helpless prey.

"Dirty fallen creature!" Shouted a ferocious voice. "This is a steel dinner prepared for your dirty heart!"

The leading ghoul screamed, and two feet of steel was stuffed into its chest. The guy wilted on the sword, and when the sword was pulled out, it fell down. Pamela raised her head in surprise, and a tall knight came out of the darkness, standing between her and the monster.

Sir Raymond stared at the sneaky ghouls and watched the timid guys flinch from his sword. These cannibal monsters, like a group of hungry mongrel dogs, circled the knight carefully. "Despicable villain!" Sir Raymond sipped. "You have an appetite to chase a little girl, but no temper to fight an adult man!"

The ghoul spit at Sir Raymond and growled, but did not approach him. At the same time, the Cavaliers did not move forward. He knew that these monsters were just waiting for one of them to occupy his sword. Then they will pounce on him like the whole wolf pack.

If this is their plan, these cannibals will be surprised. They stared intently at Raymond and Pamela, not noticing the Viscount Steven Du Melson, until the second knight slammed with a sword, the blade passed through a ghoul ’s neck, and took it They only noticed when they hit their heads into the bushes.

The sudden attack shattered the weak courage of the ghoul. The fallen cannibals whimpered and fled like dogs whipped, and fled back to the forest. Viscount Melson started chasing the running monster.

"No," Sir Raymond said. "Let them go. They are not important, you will never rely on walking to catch them."

Viscount Melson lowered his head and stared at the little girl who was holding Raymond tightly. "So, I swear to the lady, I will drive away the pest!" Viscount Melson cursed. "So where is your rider? Take my warhorse up, you coward!"

In the darkness came the sound of horseshoes and tense horses. The oat straw strode out from behind the tree, holding a small group of animals. In addition to his own pony and Sir Raymond's warhorse, he added a brisk horse, a stout four-legged packhorse from the Lancaster fort, and the horse that once belonged to Lothai Sir Earl ’s huge black warhorse. Viscount Melson wiped off the blood from the blade, and put the sword in his sheath while walking towards his horse.

"We can't leave this girl behind," Raymond protested there when Viscount Melson stepped on the warhorse.

"Let your people take care of her." Viscount Melson replied, his voice full of impatience. "For the sake of the Holy Grail, don't you know that this man-eating dross may bring us the trail of that monster!"

Sir Raymond glared at Viscount Melson. "I will not abandon a child in the night for revenge," he said. Raymond turned and turned his back to the erected Viscount, focusing his attention on Pamela. "Little guy, what are you doing in the woods alone?" He asked. "Where is your house?"

Pamela quelled tears. She must be brave now, because if she is afraid, the knights will not listen to her. The little girl straightened her waist, restrained her fears, and answered Raymond. "I came from the village of Girel, but there is no one there now. Paladin said we should all go to church because bad monsters are coming. But when they came, they also went into the church, everyone Have to run away. "

Despite her efforts to control her emotions, new tears shed on her cheeks. "Please, you have to help my mother! She is in the cemetery, the monsters will catch her!"

Viscount Melson bit his lip, his face full of anger. "I swear to the lady that I will cut off all the monsters that blasphemed the cemetery and leave its bones for the crow to eat!" He urged the horse to move forward and made it approach Raymond. Pamela hides behind the young knight, avoiding the terrible warhorse.

"Give this girl to your servant, de Toulouse," Viscount Melson said. "We must catch these monsters before we have time."

Sir Raymond stood up slowly. He gently led Pamela towards the oat straw and horse. The little girl was not sure who the humpbacked servant was, but after Raymond issued a command to be brave, she allowed the man to carry her on his horseback.

"Don't worry that we won't find a way." When Viscount Melson rode on his own horse, Raymond said to him. "I know where the Duke of Blood Eagle is going. The holy knight she said must be Dane-Gattler-Whitman, the guardian of the Roland Chapel. He told me that Duke of Blood Eagle went back to attack Guillermo Village. He said that the monster left something in the church, something he would come back to find. "

"Then let's ride to the chapel." Viscount Melson growled.

"Just the two of us? Going on the road alone?" Raymond asked. "I know you want to avenge your family. I know you want to avenge Sir Lotter's death ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You don't know how I feel, de Toulouse!" Viscount Melson snapped.

When Sir Raymond glared at the elderly nobleman, his eyes were like ice. "Yes, I know. I know what it means to lose my favorite person, because every day I watch the poison erode my uncle. I see Earl Robert ’s thinking becoming more and more distorted, and finally only The idea of ​​revenge. I saw where that terrible killing desire led him. "

"Then you know it's best not to try to stop me." Viscount Melson shouted.

Raymond waved angrily. "Think about it!" He pleaded. "We can't fight the Duke of Blood Eagle and his army alone! No matter how much we destroy, they will eventually overwhelm us."

Viscount Melson mocked the young knight. "I just need to kill that monster," he said. "If you don't have the courage, stay with the farmers and stay behind. After all, the De Toulouse family was once a cowardly coward." The nobleman said nothing more about Raymond. He thrust the spurs into the two sides of the horse and galloped along the forest path.

Raymond cursed in a low voice. "Stay here with this girl," he said to the oatmeal. "If we haven't returned before dawn, or if you hear something moving in the woods, then leave here quickly and take her to a safe place."

The oatmeal was only too late to wave to the knight, watching his master drove into the darkness to catch Viscount Melson. Being left behind, the farmer felt a pain of disappointment. He knew that Sir Raymond was running to death, and he knew that Sir Raymond was so desperate, not because of the worry about Viscount Melson. He knows this, because the same shame and guilt haunted him.