The Legend of Fatality

"I can smell someone in it," said Gray Logan. Bai En didn't know how he could smell what he smelled from his body. The dwarf never shampooed his hair, and his hair was covered with grease to keep his hair pointed straight at the sky.

"They lock themselves inside. No one will run around at night. Unless they are witch or demon lovers." The dwarf continued. "And the carriage is outside."

"The people inside aren't well-intentioned. The windows are closed with curtains, and I guess there is no coat of arms on the carriage." The dwarf was still mumbling.

"How do you know there is no coat of arms on the carriage?" Bane noticed a detail in the dwarf's words.

"My throat is too dry to discuss these details. Hurry up and open the door, otherwise I will open the door with an axe!"

Bai En shook his head helplessly, wondering why the dwarves he met were all broken mouths. But Morris stepped forward and stood in front of the door listening to the room.

Morris felt he heard something inside. He stuck one ear to the door. He could hear what it was like, crying.

"Unless you want me to cut your head, Morris, I suggest you stand aside." The dwarf shouted.

"Please wait a moment. I will say to the inside: You are inside! Open! My friend has a big axe and a bad temper. I suggest you do as he said, otherwise you will lose your door . "

"Can't you say it shorter?" Guerrerogan said angrily.

There was a faint, trembling cry behind the door. "Go away in the name of the gods, you demons in the pit!"

"Okay, that's it." Guerrerogan said sharply, "I've had enough."

He drew the axe into a huge arc. Bai En saw the rune on the blade of the axe flashing in the moonlight. Morris hurried to the side.

"In the name of Assalon!" Morris shouted. "You can't drive us away. We are all simple, tired travelers."

The ax hit the door with a bang. Wood chips flew out of it. Grey Logan turned to Morris and grinned evilly at him. Bai En noticed the lack of teeth in the short population.

"These doors are all rough-made goods," Grerogan said after pulling the axe from the door.

"I suggest you open it while there is still a door." Morris continued to shout into the hotel.

"Wait," the trembling voice said. "That door cost me five silver coins."

Then Bai En heard the sound of the door bolt being pulled open. It opened. A tall, thin man stood there, pale hair against his sad face. He had a thick wooden stick in his hand. Behind him stood an old woman holding a saucer with a burning candle in her hand.

"You don't need weapons, sir. We only need one bed to spend the night." Bai Enmai stepped forward and said.

"There is also ale," the dwarf muttered.

"There is still ale," Morris agreed.

"A lot of ale," Gray Rogan added. Bai En looked at the old man and shrugged helplessly.

There is a low public lounge in the hotel. The bar is made of thick planks placed horizontally on two wooden barrels. Around the corner, three heavily armed men watched them cautiously, and they looked like mobile hawkers. Each of them pulled out his dagger. The shadow covered their faces, but they seemed worried.

The hotel owner pushed the three people inside and put the latch back. "Can you afford it, this ... sir?" He asked Bai En nervously, unable to determine his identity. Bai En can see the man's throat moving.

"Of course," a gold coin popped out of Bai En's fingers, and for a while, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and the gold coin disappeared from his fingers. Then the two silver coins jumped out again and flew to the tall, thin man. The man reached for the silver coin and looked at it. "I can pay."

"Food," Gray Logan said. "There is also ale."

After hearing this, the old woman suddenly cried. Bai En turned to stare at her.

"This ugly old lady seems to be confused," Grerogan said.

The old man nodded. "Our son Karl is missing, just tonight."

"Bring me some ale." The hotel owner stepped back, and Grey Rogan stood up and walked to the place where the hawkers sat. They looked at him cautiously.

"Does any of you know what's going on?" Grerogan asked.

"Did you see the carriage? The black one." A hawker asked. There was obvious fear in his voice.

"Did you see it? The **** thing almost crushed me to death." A man said gaspingly. Bai En heard the sound of the spoon falling. He saw the innkeeper stoop down to pick it up and began pouring wine into the blackjack.

"Then you are so lucky," said the fattest and richest hawker. "Some people say that the carriage is driven by the devil. I hear it pass here every year. Some people say that it carries children from Bill Barry who were sacrificed on the ring of black stones."

Guerrerogan looked at him with interest. But Bai En does not like this kind of development.

"Of course it's just a legend," the fat hawker said with a shrug.

"No, sir," the shopkeeper shouted. "Every year we can hear its roar." A few years ago, Carl looked out and saw it, as you described, a black carriage. "

At the mention of Karl's name, the old woman cried again. The hotel owner brought the stew and three large glasses of ale.

"Bring my companions some ale, too," Grerogan said as he put all the ale in front of him. The owner went to find another ale.

When Brian sat down, Guerrerogan had settled a glass of ale, and by the time Morris sat down, the dwarf had already poured a second glass of ale into his belly.

"Let's have another ale." Said Gray Rogan when the hotel owner came back. The hotel owner looked at the empty wine bottle in front of the dwarf in surprise.

"Give him." Bai En said looking at the overwhelmed hotel owner.

"It's too faint indeed," Grerogan said, wiping his mouth with his muddy arm. "When did your son disappear?"

"He went out to chop wood this afternoon. He hasn't returned yet." The hotelier put the new glass of ale in front of the dwarf and said after holding the three empty glasses in his hand.

"Karl is a good boy," the old lady said, sniffing her nose. "How can we survive without him?"

"Maybe he just lost his way in the woods?" Morris comforted.

"Impossible," the shopkeeper said. "Karl is familiar with the nearby woods, just as I am familiar with the hair on my hands. He should have been home a few hours ago. I was worried that the witch would treat him as a sacrifice."

"It's like the carpenter's daughter, Lowry," the fat merchant interjected. The hotel owner gave him a vicious look.

"I don't want to hear any rumors about my son's fiancee," he said.

"Let the man say," said Gray Logan, who looked at him gratefully.

"Last year, the same thing happened in a village not far away, also on this road. As soon as the sun went down, the carpenter ’s wife came to see her teenage daughter Lowry. She felt like she heard a rumor from her daughter ’s room. There was a bang. Then she opened the door of her daughter ’s room, but the girl disappeared, and some magic caught her from the bed in the locked room. The next day, a big cry came from outside the village Sound. We found Lowry. She was covered with bruises and was in a bad condition. "

The fat hawker stopped the conversation and looked at them to make sure they noticed him.

"You asked her what happened?" Morris asked.

"Yeah, sir. It seems that she was taken to the ring of blackstone by the demon-the beast in the woods. The witch assembly was there waiting for their prey together with the evil creatures in the forest. They wanted to take her Dedicated to the altar, but she broke free from the clutches of those who held her, and prayed to the gods to bless her with a good reputation. When they were frightened by the gods, she fled. They chased her, but Can't keep up. "

"I'm so lucky," Bai En said coldly. The gods scared the witches and monsters swaying-this foolish idea of ​​the countryman made Bai En disgusted.

"There is no need to mock, this ... sir. We went to the stone and did find various traces in the disturbed mud. This includes humans, beasts and cloven hoofs. A one-year-old baby was slaughtered on the altar like a pig. "

"Evening hoof demon?" Guerrerogan asked. Bai En didn't like the interest in his eyes. But the fat hawker nodded his head in affirmation.

"Tonight I dare not go to the ring of black stones," said the fat hawker. "No matter how much gold you give me, I won't go."

"It will be a mission suitable for heroes," said Guerrerogan, looking at Baine and Morris meaningfully. Morris was stunned.

"Of course you wouldn't want to say—" Morris said.

"What better task for an oath giver than facing these demons on a holy night? That will be a proud death."

"That would be a stupid death." Bai En muttered to himself. "The artiodactyl may be a wild boar or a reindeer, too many possibilities."

"What are you talking about?" The dwarf asked suddenly.

"Nothing," Bai En denied.

"You guys will come together, right?" Grerogan threatened ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ his thumb rubbed against the blade of the axe. Bane noticed that his thumb was bleeding. The dwarf put his thumb in his mouth and sucked the blood.

Grey Logan nodded slowly. "An oath is an oath."

"We didn't make any oath." Bai En denied.

"You said, we will act together." The dwarf said seriously.

"It doesn't mean that you plan to do stupid things, we will accompany you." Bai En glanced at the dwarf and said angrily.

"Are you going to abandon the oath?" The dwarf raised his axe.

Bai En narrowed his eyes slightly and put his hand on the handle of the sacrificial knife on the belt.

"I think we can go and see." Morris interjected suddenly. He shivered under the threatening look of Bane, but continued. "Master, you often say that you haven't taken a risk in a long time. I think this is an adventure. And, if there is a witch, maybe we can ..."

Morris didn't say the rest, but Bane guessed, it was nothing more than trying to hear the news, contacting the local caster, and seeing if there were any other way to browse the mountains and the like. But Morris did not understand that the witches in the forest were more dangerous than the few witches of the Fatalin Society. Of course, it may just be a weak little witch who inspired the ability to cast spells.

"Well, I hope you can fulfill your wishes." Bai En sarcastically said to the dwarf.

The dwarf came and patted Bai En's back vigorously. He felt his ribs were broken. "Sometimes, Bane, I think you must have dwarf descent. Of course, this is not to say that any older race will fall to accept such interracial marriage."

Then he stomped back to his beer.

"Of course," Bai En said while staring at his back with his eyes.