The Legend of Fatality

The rain was still raining, and the drizzle condensed into cold dew, knotted on the branches, leaves, and pine needles, and formed large drops of water, then passed through Bai En's wet clothes and dripped into his cold skin.

He squatted quietly and steadily in the wet bushes, letting the rain run down his face, his knife was shining with water vapor. He could feel the majestic turbulence of the forest, listening to it making thousands of sounds: insects crawling murmured, moles running blindly, fawns timidly, and sap flowing slowly through ancient trunks. Every life in the forest is looking for its own food, just like him. He locked a nearby animal and carefully walked through the trees to the right. A good meal. The forest seemed to be quiet all at once, only the water drops kept dripping from the branches. It seems that the whole world is left with Bai En and his next beautiful meal.

After he was sure that he was close enough, he jumped forward and threw his prey in the rain. This is a fawn, kicking on all fours, but he can't earn his strong body and quick movements. He stabbed it in the neck and cut his throat. Hot blood spewed out of the incision, flowing through Bai En's hands and onto the wet ground.

He lifted the deer corpse and carried it on his shoulder. I thought to myself that maybe this deer stewed soup very well, maybe I could put some mushrooms. not bad. After dinner, he had to call out ghosts and seek guidance. The guidance of ghosts has always been useless, and Bai En even thinks that these ghosts are just some of his own memory fragments, so after he found that this thing is a bit like a subconsciously coming out to talk to you, he almost never used it again, but Perhaps this spell was not as accurate as Flynn's prediction, but he just wanted to find a psychological comfort.

And he did feel the magic again a few days ago. It felt great to control the magic again, which made him always think about the spell-casting, but after experiencing the spell backlash, he was indeed worried that if he did not choose a good spell, he would not Will cause secondary damage to yourself. The spell called summoning ghosts is very suitable, and the mana consumption is very small, but it also requires a lot of skills. As an attempt to cast spells again, it is perfect.

It was almost dusk to return to the camp. This is a dwelling suitable for outdoor travel-two large thick wooden branches are supported in the mud, supporting a damp branch, and a pit is dug below. Fortunately, half of it is dry, and the rain has stopped. It looks like a fire can be made tonight. He hasn't enjoyed this for a long time. It's a pity that you can't enjoy a fire by yourself.

The dwarf was still talking to himself, polishing his double-edged battle axe, while Morris was somewhat depressed due to the previous fever. He had wanted to stay in the temple of the goddess of luck for a few days, but Bai En felt too risky. The goddess of luck seemed to be the faith behind the **** of sea here, so he was not sure that there were no official officials of Bilbao in the temple. .

However, these are not too important. Bai En seized the time to deal with the deer, opened the throat, slashed the belly along the neck, separated the skin from the inner fascia with fists, and then gave the peeled skin to Mo Reese went to dry. Bai En is going to find a shoemaker in the next town to make thick deer leather boots to keep his feet warm as he crosses the mountains.

Then he cut the deer carcass covered by the fascia from the abdomen, pulled out the internal organs, and piled them together. Then pick out the liver and kidneys and let the dwarf mince. The dwarf lifted his axe very reluctantly and chopped these two organs on a stone, but Bai En looked at it, and then squeezed his forehead with his hand, reminding himself not to let the dwarf help again, broken There are more stones in the end than the minced meat. Starting

Bai En can only swear, and then the deer's intestines were drawn out, washed repeatedly with the water of the kettle, and then a few good pieces of meat were removed from the deer's hips, chopped with a sacrificial knife, added some salt and wild The simple spices that can be found are poured into the intestines, and then the remaining deer blood is also poured into it. Then tie it in sections and make a deer blood sausage.

Finally, Baien shaved off some of the best meat, put the remaining whole deer on the fire, cut the most tender meat into pieces, put it in the pot, and added some mushrooms collected by Morris. Put the cut thick meat on the branch and insert it on the ground beside the fire.

A good dinner, roasted whole deer, roasted deer steak, venison mushroom soup, and deer blood sausage, Bai En thought. If you can't finish eating, deer platoon and blood sausage can be kept.

However, Baine underestimated the dwarf ’s meal, and Grerogan resolved half of the deer while complaining about the lack of ale. He also packed all the cooked deer blood sausage in his bag and said that when he met the hotel again next time , Can be eaten with ale.

Fortunately, Bai En only missed the pot of mushroom soup. When he found that the dwarf tried to reach out and grab the pot, he quickly took the pot to himself and saved the food from the dwarf.

After a full meal and a full rest, Bai En stretched his waist, then took out his pipe and pressed a piece of mushroom that the dwarf had smoked and another kind of illusion mushroom powder into the pipe. He found it under a tree a few days ago. It was light red and had thick mushroom buds. He peeled off a large pile, but it was not dry until today to be used for smoking.

But this thing is very hallucinogenic, he only dares to use the smallest amount, with the harmless mushrooms dwarf smoked to neutralize some, should be used to cast spells.

He picked the burning twig from the fire, plunged it into the pipe, and sucked it vigorously until the fungus inside it ignited, emitting a familiar, earthy sweet fragrance, and then followed by a spicy and pungent smell Pouring into the mouth. Bai En knew that the mushroom was also burning.

Baien coughed and spit out brown smoke. He stared at the fireworks, and his thoughts returned to his previous days, remembering the campfire. Falheim grinned as he sat next to him, his white teeth flashing under the fire; Antaratme sat opposite him, as strong as a mountain, with a thunderous laugh. The "weakest" Fline was also there, nervous eyes looking around with a hint of fear in his eyes. There are also Night Owls and Amen Cannon. Black Elk and Dean were not in his mind, and Bai En realized this, perhaps because he was not familiar enough with them.

They are all there, but neither are. Bane knocked the fungus in the pipe into the fire and threw the pipe away. The dwarf stared curiously at his movements, and Morris seemed to think of something.

He pulled out the stopper of the jug filled with wine, took a sip, and sprayed a mist of wine. The flame jumped into the cold air, Bai En wiped his lips, and tasted a spicy and warm wine. He drew out the sacrificial knife, pierced the fingers of his left hand, painted blood on his eyebrows, then dripped a few drops of blood into the fire and began to recite the mantra.

The whispering sound of the spell seemed very disturbing to the dwarf. He moved his **** away from some of the white graces. Morris held the staff and stared at the white graces seriously, seeming to guess the effect of the graces being cast. When the spell was over, the flames bounced again, and turned into the blood-like color, spitting out the smoke of the same color. Then Baie leaned back on the knotted pine trunk and waited.

They came after a while. Three came. They appeared quietly among the trees and shadows, slowly walked towards the fire, and manifested themselves in the firelight.

"Bai En." The first said.

"Bai En." The second should be reconciled.

"Bai En." The third voice is like a mixture of thousands of voices in the forest.

If Bai En ’s Black Tower companions are here, they can see the three ghosts and recognize them as apprentices who once belonged to the Black Tower. He died long ago for various reasons.

Bai En did n’t believe this spell because he had never heard of this world, nor had he ever seen the real resurrection of the dead. Except for these vampires, the undead had no autonomous consciousness at all, but were simply driven by the power of dark magic Drive. Even if there are some powerful undead creatures with some consciousness, it is just repeating the skills and abilities of the previous life. They also seem to have only fragments of memory.

As for why Flynn didn't believe this spell, Bai En didn't ask too much. It seems to be related to the ghost itself. But now is not the time to recall this matter.

"My fire is waiting for a long time." Bai En said. The ghosts sat on the ground, staring blankly at him, and Bai En scanned the three ghosts in a circle and asked. "Only three of you came tonight?"

The one on the right said first: "Year after year, fewer and fewer of us wake up from the cold winter. Only three of us are left. In a few winters, we will also sleep. Then we will not accept your call. "

Bai En nodded sadly: "Is there news in the world?"

"We heard that a man ’s boat was sunk, but was washed ashore by the ocean current, and survived. Then he crossed the ocean in a smelly rotten blanket in the early autumn and returned to the mainland, but we do n’t believe that. rumor."

"You are very wise." Bai En nodded and said.

"Fighting again in the world." Said the ghost in the middle.

Bai En frowned: "There are always wars in the world, and this has always been the case."

"Yes, he was defeated by your helper. Now he still wants to wear a gold hat."

"King Margarita? He always thought so," Bai En gave a sip into the fire, "What else?"

"To the south of the mountains, the orcs were everywhere, arson and burning."

"South of the mountains?" Bai En repeated, he was not sure what the ghost was talking about. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https: //

"They like fire." The ghost in the middle added.

"Indeed," the left said, "It's more obsessed than your ethnic group, Bai En. They love and hate it." The ghost leaned forward: "We heard that someone living in the mountains is looking for you . "

The middle way of "a man with strong mana".

"An old-time mage--" said on the left.

Bai En frowned. He had heard about the old-time mages and had encountered a so-called wild mage, but the other side was easily borne by him and did not see any mana. Maybe the old master is a different matter.

"We heard that this mage is knowledgeable and powerful," said the ghost in the middle. "He can take people to travel far away and show many wonders and visions. But he is also very cunning, and the mage has all ghosts."

Bai En is very speechless, if these guys survive, they will all become mages. But is it so polite to speak because they failed to become mages? But a mage who takes people to travel far away? A mage who can teleport spells? Bai En shook his head. He believed that there was a mage in the world that could teleport short distances, but teleporting did not believe anyone could do it. Teleporting spells was like a miracle.

"What is he doing with me?" Bai En decided to choose to ignore the sarcasm of the other party and asked him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ you ask him yourself. "Ghosts pay little attention to important things and don't know much about the details. However, this time is much better than the mentors who only talked about the night church.

"What are you going to do, Bai En?" The ghost asked.

"Where is he?"

"South." The ghost replied.

Bai En contemplates for a long time: "I want to go south, but I don't have to find the mage, but if I go down the road, I will meet him and ask him what he wants from me."

Ghosts nodded, not at all for the idea, because they didn't care.

"See you then, Bai En," said the ghost on the right, "maybe the last time I met."

"The road ahead is difficult without you." Bai En flattered.

I can save a lot of time without you, Bai En thought. They got up and left the fire, gradually disappearing into the night, disappearing for a while. Bai En admitted that they were more useful this time than ever, and at least gave him a goal.

He had to go south, so whether to go to the old master, who knows? Maybe this mage doesn't exist at all, but one more choice is not too bad. Flynn's original prophecy came to Baie again, he stared at the fire and nodded slowly.

He remembered another period of time and another campfire, when he also needed to make a decision.

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