The Legend of Fatality

By about ten o'clock in the morning, this group of exiled people was ready to leave. In front of the long, scattered team, Bai En could see a tired, white-haired old man wearing a sable fur cape and riding a black warhorse. He rode under the Baron's coat of arms unfolding at Diesel. Beside him, Frederick leaned over and said something to the old man. The baron made a gesture and his caravan began to move forward.

Bai En is not interested in these people and all of them, but the master's apprentice seems very excited. He was enchanted by the sight of a row of armored carriages and caravans composed of warriors on horses and armor. It seems to imagine that they are riding horses to join them. Bane shook his head and climbed onto the supply truck with Grey Logan and Morris, which was requisitioned from a grumpy old servant wearing a baron uniform. Tim Meier-Kou stood on the spot for a long time before reluctantly climbing up the supply vehicle.

The mountains around them towered into the clouds, like a gray giant. Both sides are dotted with trees, and the stream flows like mercury from the side to the source of the river. The rain and snow mix together, softening the rough outline of the earth and adding a wild charm to the earth.

"It's time to go again." Guerrerogen groaned, clutching his head, his eyes dim with a hangover.

They walked forward rumblingly, occupying a place in the team. Behind them, the soldiers carried their crossbows, tightened their cloaks, and began to march. Their curses, the whip of the cattle stalker, and the moo of the cow are mixed. A baby began to cry. Somewhere behind them, a woman began to sing in a low voice. The child's crying was quiet.

Timer-Kou leaned forward, hoping to see Kirston walking through the rain and snow crowd and walking towards the rolling hills. The mountains spread out at their feet, like a map.

He almost felt a kind of tranquility, attracted by all the movements of people, as if there was a river leading him to his goal. He has already felt that he is part of this small mobile community, which is a feeling he has not enjoyed in a long time. He smiled, but was pulled out of contemplation by Guerrerogen's elbow on his rib.

"Open your eyes, humans. The orcs and goblins are infested in these mountains and the land below them."

Timel-Kou glared at him, but when he looked at his surroundings again, he couldn't appreciate their wild beauty. He is monitoring possible ambush locations.

Bai En just smiled, and thought that this guy who fell into a love frenzy did everything so interesting.

Bai En looked back at the mountains. He did not regret leaving those desolate highlands. They were attacked by the green-skinned Goblin several times, and their shields had crimson signs. The Goblin group was repelled, but the Baron ’s team also suffered casualties. Tim Meier Kou's eyes were red due to lack of sleep. Like all fighters, he also performed vigilance missions twice because the attackers attacked at night. It seemed that only Gray Rogan seemed disappointed that he did not pursue it.

"Timay." Said the dwarf. "We won't see them again, since Diesel shot their leader. They are all cowards and have no courage to be a big bad guy in their stomachs. What a shame! There is nothing more exciting than killing a few Goblins Appetite. Healthy exercise is good for digestion. "

Bai En didn't speak. He remembered the settled Goblins on Fatalin Island. They developed very quickly in just a dozen years, which was completely different from the ragged Goblins in the mountains. Not only the cultural and economic differences, the Goblin of Fatalin Island is now fully equipped, and different professional cooperation. Although there are still some who do not listen to assignments and prefer to act casually and swarm, but the fighting power is indeed stronger than those of these mountains Too much.

Timaire-Kou gave him a tired look. He thumbs up and points to a covered carriage, and Kirston and a tall middle-aged woman get off the carriage. "I'm sure that the wounded in the cart will disagree with your thoughts about healthy exercise, Grerogan."

The dwarf shrugged. "In this life, humans. People will always be hurt. It's just fortunate that it's not your turn."

Timmel-Kou felt he was fed up with the dwarf's words. He climbed off the carriage seat and landed on the muddy ground.

"Do n’t worry, Gray Logan. I heard about you from Master Morris. I plan to follow you and wait for you to complete your legend. Then write it down and you must want to become a legendary hero after death Isn't it? "

Grey Rogan stared at him for a while, as if suspecting that he was ironizing him. Timal-Kou carefully tempered his expression. The dwarf seriously considered what Timel-Kou said and the works he mentioned; he really wanted to be a legendary hero after his death, and maybe he should leave the educated Timel-Kou beside him to ensure at this point.

"You are also educated, right?" The dwarf asked, turning his head suddenly to Bai En.

Bai En rolled his eyes and turned his head to pretend he didn't hear the dwarf's problem.

The dwarf still did not give up, turned to Morris and continued to ask. "So what about you? You should also be educated, right?"

"Yes, if you die, we will definitely write you as a legendary hero." Morris replied helplessly.

Grerogen nodded with satisfaction after listening, patting Morris' shoulder vigorously, and grinning his teeth. "That's right."

Timmel-Kou also shook his head helplessly, and walked to the place where Kirston and her hostess stood.

"Hello, Mrs. Theodora. Kirston." The two women looked at him wearily. There was a look of sadness on the long face of the witch, but there seemed to be no expression in her reptile-like eyes under the hood. She sorted out the crow's feathers pinned to her hair.

"What good is this, Mr. Kou? More than two people will die from injuries. Those arrows are poisonous. By the way, I hate the wolf cavalry."

"Where is the Doctor House? I thought he would help you." Tim Meier-Kou said cautiously.

The older woman smiled a little sneeredly, Timel-Kou thought.

"He is taking care of the heir to the baron. The young Friedrich has a wound on his arm. Haus would rather let these good guys die than let the little Frederick be injured."

She turned and walked away. Her hair and cloak fluttered in the breeze.

"Please don't care about the hostess's words," Kirston said. "Master Frederick satirized her in one of his scripts. She always hates this kind of thing. She is a really good woman."

Timel-Kou looked at her, not understanding why his heart beat so fast and his palm sweated so much. He remembered what Bai En said in the tavern, his face flushed. Well, he admits that he thinks Kirston is charming. Is there something wrong? Maybe it's because she is not interested in him. He looked around and felt his tongue knotted and wanted to say something. Nearby, the children are playing soldiers.

"How are you?" He finally asked.

She looked a little trembling. "Very good. I was scared last night. I heard the howling of Goblin and the arrows shot down, but now ... Alas, during the day, everything seems so unreal.

Behind them, a painful moan came from the car. She turned around to look at it for a while, and then brushed her face with a ruthless expression, and fixed it like a mask.

Timer-Kou said: "It is not easy to work with the wounded.

She shrugged. "You have to adapt to it."

Timer-Kou was very chilled to see the expression on the face of a woman her age. This was the expression he saw on the mercenary's face, and death was part of their profession. He looked around and saw the children playing beside the wounded's car. One of them was firing an imaginary crossbow; the other giggled and grabbed his chest and fell. Tim Meier Kou suddenly felt as if he was far away from home and felt helpless. The safe life of magic apprentices and scholars while he was in the empire seemed to have happened to others a long time ago. The law and law enforcers he took for granted were left outside the mountains.

"Life here is cheap, isn't it?" He said. Kirsten looked at him, his face softening. She took his arm.

"Come, let's go to a place with fresher air," she said.

Behind them, the screams of the playing children were mixed with the moans of the dying people.

When they crossed the first mountain, Bai En saw the town. It was in the evening. On the left, in the east, he can see the curve of the turbulent river, and further away, he can see the majestic peaks of the mountains on the edge of the world. To the south, he could see another row of hills sprawling far away. They were bare, as if there were ominous signs, and Bai En frowned.

In the valley between the two mountains lies a walled town. A large white figure can be seen as if the flock is being pushed out of the gate. Bai En thought he saw a figure moving on the wall, but he was not sure how far away.

Timmel-Kou seemed very happy, with a certain sense of happiness on his face. Bai En did not know the specific reason, but he could also guess that it was related to the girl.

The guard captain was riding a horse to the supply vehicle where they were located not far away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Diesel beckoned to let Timel-Kou pass. "You are really a good lobbyist," he said. "Go on horseback and make a good deal. Tell the people there that we have no intention of hurting them."

Bai En just looked at the tall and thin man. What he meant was that Timal-Kou could be sacrificed, just in case people were unfriendly. Just as Bai En considered whether to come forward and refused, he noticed that Timal-Kou did not want to be as simple as he thought.

Timaire-Kou's expression seemed to consider letting him go to hell. And Diesel, like Bai En, must have guessed his thoughts.

"You got paid for the baron," he said clearly.

Bai En has to admit that this is true even if there are only two gold coins. But he also considered taking a hot bath, having a drink in a real tavern, and sleeping all these luxury items that even the most primitive border towns can provide. The prospect is very attractive. But the guard captain seemed to overestimate the execution of Bai En's commitment. He stood up and held his hand on the handle of the sacrificial knife behind his waist, looked around, and considered whether there would be other troubles in solving the opponent now.

"Give me a horse," Timir-Kou said at this moment. "There is another flag of truce."

Is stupid or confident, Bai En doesn't know. But Bai En will not stop the person who made his choice. He will relax and sit far away again. At this time Diesel turned to look at him, and Bai En even smiled at him.

When Timel-Kou climbed up to the warhorse, he tried hard not to think about how suspicious people with bows would treat a potential enemy's messenger.