The Legend of Fatality

Bai En woke up.

He lay stiffly on the ground, his head against a hard object, his knees curled up against his chest. He opened a small eye slit. It was dark, but there was faint light looming in through the hole.

He suddenly remembered where he was. He built a simple wooden door at the entrance of the small cave to keep the temperature inside, but now the entrance is completely opened. There was no doubt that Morris had awakened when he fell asleep, and left the cave, perhaps because he was afraid to disturb his sleep before he restored the wooden door.

He got up from the ground, patted his face, then put on a black robe spread on the ground, tied his belt around his waist again, and tied the half-sword behind him.

Today is the day of their departure. They had completed the raft a few days ago and placed the required supplies on it yesterday. It's a pity that rafts can't load too many things, only food, fresh water and medicine are given priority. In addition to this, he only brought a Fatalin flag and a spear.

When he walked out of the cave, the light came in suddenly, hot and bright. He pushed open the half-covered wooden door completely and dragged himself out of it.

The sky is blue and the sun shines. He faced the sun and closed his stinging eyes, bathed in light. The air entered the throat, bringing a chill. His mouth was dry like a desert, and his tongue was dried wood. He grabbed the kettle and poured water into his throat.

A rancid smell entered his nose-not the damp smell of sweat on his body, although the smell was disgusting-the blanket began to rot. Before, he tore two pieces from the blanket, wrapped them around his hands like gloves, tied them tightly with twine, and tore another piece around his head to make a smelly hood. He also stuffed his boots with pieces of blankets, and the remaining blankets were layered under his coat. The blankets are bad smelling, but at night he can keep warm and make him sleep on the ground more comfortable, Bai En feels very cost-effective.

The smell will be worse before he throws it away.

Bai En stood up straight and looked around. This is an isolated island not far from the coast, the area is not large enough to be uninhabited. However, it is enough for two people who are in trouble, except that food is not easy to get, the island can basically provide everything needed. But today they are leaving here, leaving this unknown island.

Bai En stood at the beach, put his hands between his eyebrows, looking westward along the coast, towards the direction where he drifted. I saw the waves rolling and rolling, leaving a flash of traces in the distant sea level. That direction was also the direction of Fatalin Island, and this thought left Bai En gloomy.

There is the Black Tower that belongs to him now, and the people he trusts most-both a good person and sometimes a good president-and his friends. They are a group of people in harmony, and he deserves to play his role well. It would be great to meet with them again. Gossip with Amen Cannon in the long hall, work with Dean, take risks with Antalatem, discuss food with Falheim, and hunt in the valley with black elk.

And the last person remembered-the black elk. Bai En recalled the glances of himself and the ship that the other party swept when he fell into the water. Even though he warned himself again and again, on the kind of dim sea, the other party did not see himself as normal, but something that Bai En did not want to mention , Also deeply buried in his heart. If there is a chance, he must confirm this.

Bai En suddenly raised a painful longing, making him almost choked. He seemed to be back on the battlefield, leading the team of Fatalin, back to the river channel dug by the population, back to the hill not far away, back to the burning camp, back to the sea full of corpses. In fact, many people are dead. In the illusion in his mind, he may be able to kill a few more enemies, just like dealing with those of the Night Church. Can avenge the soldiers and mages of Fatalin.

Perhaps dying in the killing is the home he deserves, and it is the ending that is worth singing by the minstrel. But during the Battle of Bill Barry, he had friends and subordinates as a strong backing, and now he has no food to eat, only one companion, and he cannot use magic. Should he use the sacrificial knives in his waist to kill the kings of Bill Barry and Burtania? The knife may be a good knife, but it is too pitiful to use for revenge. The revenge can wait, at least you have a big knife in your hand. You must be realistic, Bai En admonishes himself.

Suddenly he remembered the long sword behind him. That sword was undoubtedly a rare sword. He took the scabbard from behind and took it in his hand, hesitating for a while before pulling out the long sword. He stared at the sharp blade, puzzled in his heart, maybe this is some kind of omen? Let yourself kill the target of revenge with this sword?

In the end, Bai En smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head, the idea was too weird. He reinserted the long sword into the scabbard and carried it on his back.

He continued to walk towards the beach, where there was a circle of burnt black debris where the body was burned, giving off the smell of roasted flesh and bones. He walked along the periphery, wondering if he should let these puffy bodies soaked in seawater settle in the ground. But there were too many corpses rushing to the island, and new corpses drifted over every day, most of them were bitten by something in the sea, leaving only the limbs of incomplete, long-decomposed, unrecognizable corpses .

But even these limbs can't be dealt with completely. They can only stay on the beach and let it continue to rot. When they leave, I am afraid that the subsequent bodies will continue to accumulate here, making this beach a stinking ditch.

He moved on to the beach, where the rafts had been prepared, and Morris was waiting there to complete the final inspection.

"It's ready." Morris saw Baien coming to the raft and said after jumping off the raft.

"So, let's go." Bai En finally looked at the island. He lived on the island for a long time, but he has not made any records. But from the season, it is already late autumn.

The two began to push the raft into the sea, then climbed onto the raft from the sea, picked up the wood pulp converted with a spear, and began to paddle towards the mainland. But the waves kept pushing the raft back towards the beach, especially after they had marked a distance of hundreds of yards. It seemed to be where the seawater meets. Anything that enters this water area will be washed onto the beach. They must Get out of here and enter another piece of water.

"Raise the sail." Bai En said to Morris.

Morris nodded, put away the wood pulp, and stood up to raise the sails stitched together by various flags. When the sails rose, they were full on the simple mast of the raft. Morris confirmed the firmness of the sail, then turned back to continue paddling.

The power of the sea breeze prevented the raft from retreating, but the power of the waves prevented the raft from advancing. The two began to paddle desperately. Since they were on the sea, they could not determine whether they were advancing. But there is no other way, the two can only clenched their teeth to continue.

With his energy draining quickly, Bai En began to feel that he was hungry. The belly is like a huge hollow, screaming at him in pain. He drew out the last piece of dried meat from the bag. A greasy brown old meat resembles a dry branch. It is impossible to rely on it to fill the void, but he only has this. So he used his teeth to bite hard meat like leather boots and swallowed it with saliva.

Maybe it was this food that gave him extra strength, or maybe their continuous paddling made the sea give up resistance. When they were exhausted, they broke free of the power that kept them in place. They began to move towards the mainland. When Bai En turned his head to look around, he could see the wave line formed by the intersection of seawater.

"Passed." He whispered hoarsely, but was not happy at all. There is no doubt that they did pass through the undercurrents around the island, but there is no food on the sea, and it is basically not warm, and neither should think about it. He may have escaped the chase of the waves, but the sea is a place of death ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ stays sooner or later he becomes a dead man or is brought to some place by the current.

However, the physical strength of the two was limited, and they could only paddle alternately to keep the raft moving in the direction of the mainland. But even with the help of the sea breeze, they have been pushed away by the sea water away from the direction of the continent they could initially see. Fortunately, the coastline of the continent is long enough so that they do not have to worry about finding the target.

When the two arrived halfway through the voyage, they had been pushed by the waves and they could not see the island where they were leaving. This makes them start to worry, if they can not reach the land before dark, they may drift to any place at night.

With this in mind, even though their arms were sore and trembling, they continued to paddle the wood pulp, trying to approach the land where seabirds could be seen flying off the cliff.

Fortunately, before dusk, the sea breeze increased, and the direction of the current began to change, pushing them in the direction of the mainland. In the last two or three hours before the sun went down, they felt farther than they had sailed for almost a day before.

Finally, they were able to see everything on the coast, only a few hundred yards away. They began to give up paddling, allowing the waves and wind to push the raft forward, taking advantage of this distance to recover their strength, and facing any situation they would encounter when they land.