The Legend of Fatality

When Timel-Kou returned to the supply vehicle that temporarily belonged to their rest, he felt that everything in the world was so beautiful and his mood became relaxed. He didn't even notice the happy smile on his face. He carried his hands on his back and hummed a little song, pacing back from the river.

"Where have you been, human? Why do you seem so satisfied with yourself?" Guerrero asked roughly.

"By the river," Timel-Kou opened his hand and answered innocently. "Just walk like this."

Morris frowned as he untied the canvas wrapped around his staff. He thought he seemed to have seen the expression on Timmel-Kou's face, but he could not remember where he had seen it for a while.

Bai En snickered in the supply car, and it seemed that only he knew what had happened. The expression on Timer-Kou's face reminded Baine of the happy expression of the guests in the happy place in Fatalin City. Of course, Tim Meier-Kou's face was filled with a look that found his happy love.

Bai En smiled, then shook his head, the other party's affairs had nothing to do with himself, but it was a gratifying thing to see a little couple. Perhaps because he was old, Bai En thought.

Grey Rogan raised a thick eyebrow. "You chose a bad night to go for a walk. Look, the fog is getting thicker and thicker. I smell the witchcraft."

Timel-Kou looked at him and felt a wave of fear all over him. His hands reached towards the hilt subconsciously.

Bai En remembered the mist that shrouded the wilderness around the ring of black stone half a year ago, and everything it hid. But he did not feel the magic, which may be related to his not yet fully recovered. But he did feel uneasy in his heart.

Timel-Kou glanced back into the darkness. "If this is true, we should tell Diesel and the baron."

"I have notified the baron's confidant. The guard has doubled. They will only do so." Bai En said lightly.

"Then what should we do?" Timal-Kou asked anxiously.

"Sleep for a while, human. Soon it will be your time for the night watch." The dwarf persuaded.

Timel-Kou reluctantly climbed on the carriage and lay on the bags of grain behind the carriage. He wrapped his cloak tightly. Despite his best efforts, it took a long time before he fell asleep. He kept thinking about Kirston. When he looked up at the moon, he seemed to see the outline of her face. The fog is getting thicker and deeper, and all sounds are inaudible except for the breathing of others.

When sleepiness finally came, he had some nightmares about the walking of the dead.

In the distance a horse hissed uncomfortably. A large hand clamped Timel-Kou's mouth. He struggled angrily, not knowing whether the beast came back for revenge.

"Hush, shut up! Something is coming. Keep quiet." Timal-Kou woke up dizzy. He felt his eyes were dry and tired, and his muscles were hurt by the sack mattress. He felt tired and listless.

"What's the matter, Grerogan?" He asked softly. The dwarf gestured to calm him down, and then smelled the air. Timal-Kou saw Morris jump off the supply vehicle, hide by the wheel, and lay the staff flat. Bai En pulled out the long sword behind him, leaning against the supply vehicle and facing outward.

"No matter what, it has been dead for a long time." The dwarf said.

Timmel-Kou shuddered and tightened his cloak. He felt fear begin to churn in his stomach. The meaning of the dwarf's words became clearer, and he had to work hard to restrain his fears.

Timer-Kou looked into the fog. It enveloped the earth, making the field of vision more blurred than the spear. If he did his best, he could recognize the carriage opposite. He glanced back, fearing that some terrible dark resident would climb up from behind. Fortunately, Morris was there, giving him a little peace of mind.

His heart pounded, and he remembered Friedrich's words. He imagined the thin, boney hands reaching out to grab him and lead him to a dark grave. His muscles seemed to freeze. He must try to make them move and get his hilt.

"I want to look around." Timal-Kou hadn't had time to argue or keep up, and the dwarf quietly got off the car and disappeared into darkness.

"You stay here, don't run around." Bai En said to Timal-Kou, then Bai En looked back at Morris, made a gesture, and the two then disappeared into the darkness.

Now Timmel-Kou feels completely lonely. It's like waking up from a nightmare and finding yourself in a worse nightmare. He was isolated in the dark and damp mist. He knew that just outside his range of perception, hungry mysterious creatures were lurking. Some primitive feeling told him this. He knew that moving away from the carriage meant death.

But Kirston was still outside, sleeping in Mrs. Theodora's carriage. He imagined that she was lying on the bed, the door of the caravan was under tremendous pressure, and the wooden board slowly bent inward to reveal

He couldn't continue to imagine or sit idly by. He drew his sword and jumped from the car. His feet slammed softly, like a wake-up call for his senses that had been tempered by fear. He struggled to recognize the surrounding details in the fog, walked through the outer ring of the carriage, and came to the place where he knew Kirston.

Every step seems to take a long time. He glanced around cautiously, fearing that something was creeping up behind him. He bypassed the deep shadows. He wanted to shout loudly to attract the attention of the camp, but something instinctively stopped him. Doing so would attract the attention of those terrible observers in the darkness. That would mean death ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A figure appeared vaguely from the darkness, and Timel Kou raised his sword. His heart was mentioned in his throat, until he noticed that the man was wearing leather armor and a metal helmet. Thank you gods. But when the figure turned around, Timal-Kou almost screamed.

There is no meat on its face. The green light shone in its hollow eyes. The rotten teeth smirked from the mouth without flesh and lips. He found out that the helmet he used as a guard was made of copper, with a rune stabbing his eyes.

The coat of that thing and the ragged cloak exude a musty and rotten leather smell.

It slammed him with a rusty blade. Timal-Kou stood motionless for a while, then subconsciously flicked aside. The sword of that thing cut his ribs. The pain burned his body. He noticed the movement of dry tendons under the paper-thin skin of the hand holding the weapon. At the same time, his body responded with a well-trained response, and he sent a heavy blow to the opponent's neck, though his mind was full of fear.

His blade split the neck of the thing and cut off the spine. He pulled back the blade and then pierced its chest like a butcher's meat cleaver through the bone. The skeleton warrior fell like a puppet with a cut rope.

As if Timmel-Kou's blow was a signal, many blurred figures appeared in the night. He heard the wood split into pieces and the animals screamed in horror, as if the spell that silenced them had been broken. Somewhere this night, Guerrerogan roared his battle slogan.