The Legend of Fatality

The vision thundered and made him breathless. He knelt down in battle with the monsters in the palace. It lasted only a few seconds, but this dazzling series of pictures kept burning in his mind. Even now, he can see it with his eyes closed.

He could not fully understand the meaning of this vision, but he believed everything would be clear. The lady hoped he could go west in the direction of the faint star, and that's why he came here.

Although he had been reluctant to leave Lancaster before Lotel was married, he could not violate the order of the lady, just as he could not choose to stop his heart from beating. Although he knew that even now, King Margarita Fernando Habbs and his generals are still leading a large legion to march into Bill Barry, but he must do what the lady commands and lead his The cavalry rushed there.

The last time Charlie saw Fernando Habbs, he was a child, surrounded by ministers who assisted him. But Charlie remembered his eyes, not the eyes of a child surrounded by regents, but the eyes of a king looking at his vassals. As Charlie expected, the child of the Habsburgs soon conquered the hearts of all vassals.

When you face such an enemy with a king-like confidence, ambition and means, you should choose every move carefully, because you have to face not only him alone, but also all willingly for him People who help.

Despite little information, King Margarita united almost everyone he could. Such courage is amazing. According to the only team of messengers who came alive here, each of them saw the threat posed by Margarita, and as they left the city of Bilbari, they saw the Margarita coalition force in the distance The army called. Thousands of warriors lined up in a dense formation on the plains outside of Bilbury.

But what is more worrying is that the Count of Cordoba, who served as the commander of the coalition, is also a threat. To defeat such a person requires surprise.

Charlie understands that the top priority is to speed up. He is now on his own, and he needs to find a way for his army to pass quickly, otherwise when he arrives in Billy, Istani Ya may have ushered in their unifying master. So he said goodbye to his friends at the border of Bultania, galloping westwards, and digging into Felwood alone.

Charlie's eyes fell on the pale forest elf lying in front of the fire.

The lady brought him here to save the soldier, and he was convinced. But why? For whatever reason, he prayed that the forest elves could see the dawn alive. Now his destiny is in the hands of the gods.

The sound of the waterfall was refreshing, the sound of the rushing water and the light of the fire reflecting on the crystal wall calmed him down, and Charlie entered a state of half asleep and half awake like lying on a feather mattress. He imagined that he saw a slender woman in the waterfall, staring at him from the rushing water, his naked body as the color of the sea. He heard them singing, and the hypnotic singing filled the crystal temple.

When he was awakened, the fire was out.

The forest elf stood in front of him, holding Charlie's big sword in both hands, the tip of the sword pointed at his throat. His golden eyes did not blink.

Galamont's sword was still in the scabbard on Charlie's knee. He tried so hard that he could not pull it out. He can see from the forest elf's balanced posture that he is a warrior. Knowing that before he could pull out half of Galamont's sword, his neck would have been pierced by the tip of the sword.

Charlie did not make any sudden or threatening movements, but took the sheathed sword from his leg, slowly placed it beside him, and laid it flat on the cover. He leaned against the stone wall and put his hands behind his head.

"Okay?" He said, his eyes fixed. "What should we do now?"

The forest elf narrowed its eyes.

"Aris, Cagemon, Ellis," said the forest elf. The bluntness of his speech was full of emotions, and every strange word was clearly expressed with a hint of hostility.

"If you want to kill me, you have already started."

Charlie saw the weakness of the forest elf, although he tried to cover it up. But his limbs were covered with sweat, and blood oozed from several of his bandages.

The two-handed swords of the Burtanian royal family are heavy, although large swords of the same type are more commonly known as hybrid swords in the folk. Charlie could see that the forest elf was trying to lift it in the air. The weapon looked too big and rough in his hand. His hands must have been used for more elaborate weapons.

"You have a poison on you," Charlie said. "You need treatment. What hurt you?"

"Dell, Jardine, Salmaje, North." The Forest Elf sipped.

"You don't understand me, do you?" Charlie asked.

"Karan Katemon," the forest elf sipped again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They looked at each other for a while, and no one wanted to move. Charlie shivered. The fire had burned to ashes and it was cold in the cave. He reached out slowly to get more firewood.

The forest elf made a hissing sound from his teeth, tightening his body, and the tip of the sword hovering in the air like a scorpion's barbed tail, ready to attack.

Charlie carefully took a large piece of wood from a pile of firewood and threw it onto the embers. The tongue of fire rose almost immediately, licking the cracked wood and making a crackling sound.

Charlie leaned forward, fiddled with the campfire, and a fiery ashes fluttered in the wind, crackling. Through the light of the flames, he saw the forest elf swaying and his sword tip up and down as he struggled to stay awake.

Charlie threw an ember at the forest elf before he began to act. Then he jumped up in the same way and jumped over the fire pit. He wanted to fall on the ground with his shoulder before the forest elf had time to start.

Even in his weak state, the forest elf's reaction speed far exceeded Charlie's expectations. Before he crossed the fire pit, the forest elf had flashed the embers he threw past, avoiding the hot wooden blocks. He took the heavy two-handed sword, and pointed a fatal arc at the tip of the sword, stab it towards Charlie's neck. This blow was not accidental, it was a fatal blow.

Charlie fell sideways and his blade screamed, only a few inches away from him. The forest elf still turned around and jumped into the air like a dancer, using his impulsive force to turn the two-handed sword over to prepare for a second attack. The forest elf moved with a beautiful balance, and Charlie had to stumble back, trying to keep a certain distance between them. He felt that his movements were both awkward and heavy.