The Legend of Fatality

The battlefield is in chaos. The two armies were mixed with each other; the clanging of weapons banging together in the air, the crunching of broken bones, and the sound of soldiers screaming and wailing were mixed in the air. Many teams have already lost money, and the players rushed from one place to another. They acted like a hunter, looking for individuals who were placed in groups of three or four, and then rushed to them cruelly.

Fatalin's team held its ground and only fought against enemy forces that were too close. Is this really a battle? Ryan ’s training at the academy required him to line up with others and stand side by side. It ’s not this kind of crazy fighting, not even this chaotic scene of brutal violence. Why doesn't anyone choose to maintain formation?

Where did the real soldiers go, Ryan thought. No real soldier fought a real battle on this broken plain. No wonder Ye Xiao wants Fatalin's team to come here.

The staff gleams around and emits a variety of brilliant magic; although there are signs on the breastplate and uniform, and emblems painted on the shield with colorful oil paint, it is still difficult to distinguish the enemy from the friend. The battlefield is divided into hundreds of small pieces, like thousands of different wars happening at the same time.

The night owl began to pull all the friendly troops he could find into the defense circle of the team of Fatalin. He found a half-captain spearman, and their commander quickly placed the team on the outermost side of the team of Fatalin. He also found a part of the swordsmen holding shields. Their commander was missing. The person in charge was originally prepared to take the people out of the battlefield, but was left by the night owl.

After the first few exchanges, Morris grabbed Ryan's shoulder and placed him at the innermost position of the defensive formation. However, Ryan is useless. When Fatalin's team encountered the enemy squad, all of his training memories were ran away from his mind. He tried his best to keep himself here, holding his staff outward, trying to make him look threatening.

For most of the first hour, Fatalin ’s squad was holding on to their hills, fighting side by side like a team. Ye Xiao often left his position at the striker, running around, hitting his shield with a strange rhythm with his long sword.

These are all signals, and Ryan realized this when Commander Barn, who was standing in the middle of the team, changed his formation based on the sound of the shield. In the screams of the dying and the shouts of thousands of people, almost no one can hear it. But the sharp clang of the long owl that the night owl struck on the metal plate inlaid with the shield in his hand was clear. Every time they change their formation, Morris will grab Ryan's shoulder and help him turn in the direction he should face.

Fatalin ’s team did not chase after the enemy soldiers who ran away. They are still on the defensive. Several people in Fatalin ’s team were injured, but none of them fell. Their number prevents the enemy's smaller teams from approaching. If the larger enemy army is not destroyed by magic, it will retreat after the crossfire and look for the enemy that is easier to deal with.

It seems that the fight will continue like this, however, in the end, there have been changes. Ye Xiao turned around, watching the changes on the battlefield with keen eyes. He raised his sword and patted the shield at a fast pace that he had never used. Morris grabbed Ryan's arm and pulled him away from the hill. Ryan didn't understand why he abandoned it now?

At this moment, the large margarita forces entered the battlefield and began to retreat. Ryan did not realize how bad the fighting in this area was for himself. When Fatalin's team retreated, they passed many injured and dying people, and Ryan unconsciously began to feel sick. Many soldiers were eviscerated and their internal organs overflowed.

But he didn't have time to fear, and the retreat quickly turned into a furious defeat. Morris grabbed Ryan, Bane cursed, and Night Owl knocked his shield again. Fatalin's team changed direction and moved east. There, Ryan saw a large group of Bill Barry's soldiers.

But the enemy has seen the Margarita's front line broken, which makes them brave. They rushed forward in droves, like hounds that hunt beasts. Fatalin ’s team had n’t walked half of the battlefield, and a large group of enemy soldiers stopped them. Ye Xiao reluctantly knocked on his shield again, and Bai En shouted to slow down the team.

Ryan felt his heart beating faster and faster. Nearby, a small group of Rune ’s soldiers were killed; the men stumbled to the ground, screamed, and tried to escape. The enemy stabs people on the ground with a spear like a bamboo stick, killing people on the ground, just like killing a worm.

Fatalin's men encountered enemies in the collision of spears and shields. The magic released by the mages pushed the corpses in all directions, and Ryan could n’t tell the direction because of the effects of magic, corpses, sounds, etc. Eun became overwhelmed. Why are there so many people running in so many directions!

Panicked, he hurried to find a safe place. A group of soldiers nearby was wearing the uniform of the Fatalin Association. It is the team of Fatalin. Ryan ran towards them, but when some people turned to him, he was shocked to find that he did not recognize them. This was not the team of the Masters, but a small group of unfamiliar soldiers, who barely maintained a formation. But they were injured and terrified. As soon as the enemy approached, they fled.

Ryan froze, holding his staff with sweat. The enemy rushed towards him. His instinct drove him to run away, but he saw the tragic situation of too many people who were single-handedly killed. He must stand in the same place! He must face them! He cannot run, he cannot--

He shouted and lifted his staff to hit the leading soldier. The man inadvertently struck Ryan's weapon aside with his shield, and then stabbed Ryan's thigh with a short gun. The pain was so hot that the blood ejected from his leg felt cold by comparison. Ryan gasped for the pain.

The soldier yanked out his weapon. Ryan stumbled back and threw away his staff. The shield behind him made a bang when he fell on the rocky ground, splashing the blood of others. His enemy raised a short gun high, a faint silhouette reflected in the desolate blue sky, ready to pierce it into Ryan's heart.

Then he came.

Son of the wind, man blessed by the wind. Ye Xiao's long sword came out of nowhere and shook the short spear that almost stabbed Ryan to death on the occasion of a thousand shots. Ye Xiao stood alone in front of Ryan, facing the six spearmen. He didn't flinch, without fear. It seems that everything is under his control.