The Legend of Fatality

The road climbed steeply up to the rocky ground above the lake bank and turned into a stone road carved in the stone. Due to the age, the stone road was worn and covered with weeds, and it changed direction again and again. Soon, Bai En gasped, sweating, and was slow to walk. His legs hurt painfully at every step.

In fact, he was getting more and more tired. Not only for this climb, but also for this long and exhausting long journey, and a half-dead mage apprentice on his shoulders, not only for the previous day's trek, but also for the battle outside the ruined castle. But he was tired of everything. Tired of traveling, tired of endless wars, tired of life.

"I can't walk forever, I can't fight forever. How much of a **** thing should a man bear? I need to sit for a while. Sitting in a **** chair! Is that too much demand? Is it too much?" In this mood, he cursed and complained. Every time he took a step, Tim Meier Kou's head knocked on his butt, and he walked to the bridge.

"Master, I can carry it for you for a while," Morris said weakly at the end.

"Shut up! Take care of yourself!" Bai En shouted. "Don't let me see two dead people at the same time."

The dwarf did not participate in their conversation, he still kept his eyes on this path.

They just came to the bridge.

The bridge is as old as the road. It is covered with vines, simple and slender, and meandering. It takes about twenty steps to cross the dizzying canyon. Far below, a river ran across jagged rocks, and the air was filled with noise and sparkling water. In the distance, between the mossy stone walls, a high wall was built. This wall is elaborately made. It is hard to say where the natural cliff ends and the artificial cliff ends. There is only an old door inside, and the old copper plate outside, which has turned into a mottled green after years of disrepair.

When Bane walked carefully through the smooth stone, he found himself thinking, due to the power of habit, he subconsciously thought about how he could break into this place. Can't do it. A thousand carefully selected people will not work. There was only a narrow rock in front of the door. There was no place to put a ladder or place a hammer. The wall was at least ten steps tall, and the door looked solid. If the guards want to destroy the bridge ... Ban looks down from the side of the bridge and swallows the saliva. It was a long way.

He took a deep breath and knocked **** the damp copper door with his fist, and there were several loud noises. He remembered that when Ogborn led the battle, he knocked on the gate of a baronial castle, and the people inside swarmed out to surrender to him.

Now no one came out.

He waited. He knocked on the door again. He waited again. He became more and more wet in the mist on the river. He began to gritt his teeth. He raised his arm and knocked again. A narrow door cracked open, and a pair of slimy eyes stared at him coldly from the thick fence.

"Who is this?" There was a harsh voice.

"I am Bai En, I will come--"

"Never heard of you."

This is the welcome that Bai En has always wanted. "I'm here ..." Bai En suddenly couldn't remember the mage's name.

"Antonidas," Morris, who followed behind, reminded.

"Yes, Master Antonidas is the Chief Master." Bai En said again.

"Yes. He is here." But the door did not open. "He didn't see the guest. I told the last messenger."

"I'm not a messenger, I came with Timel-Kou."

"What is Timal?"

"Kou, he said he was an apprentice to Antonidas."

"apprentice?"

Bai En gritted his teeth and restrained his inner anger. "He is very sick," Bai En said slowly. "He might die."

"Sick, what do you say? Will you die?" The person on the other side murmured.

"Yes." Bai En said again, depressing his anger.

"Please say your name again--"

"Open the door!" The last dwarf waved his fist pointlessly at the observation fence.

"We will not let anyone in ..."

"If you don't open the **** door quickly, I will pierce your **** eyes from the fence! Then kill all the people inside one by one!" Bai En was angry. "After solving you. Timal Kou will be the second."

Bai En pulled out the sacrificial knife and began to recite the mantra.

"Wait ... you step back a little." A voice came from the door.

"What?" Bai En asked puzzled.

"You step back a bit and let me see clearly, are you wearing a black robe, right?"

Bai En grabbed his robe suspiciously, wondering if this was the other party's strategy.

"Black robe and white grace? Blood mage?" The voice came again from the door.

"What?" Bai En didn't understand what a blood mage was.

"Blood Robe, are you?"

"I am Bai En, but what the **** are the blood robe and blood mage?"

"Blood Robe, right? You said it earlier."

With the clang of the latch, the door opened slowly and crunchy. An old man in old-fashioned armor raked in and stood suspiciously behind the door to look at him. The old man held a long sword, but the sword was too heavy for him. He tried hard to hold the sword steady, and the tip of the sword was still shaking violently.

Bai En ignored the opponent's weapon and walked straight across the gate. Morris and Grey Logan followed behind him.

The older janitor seemed dissatisfied to see that all three were coming in. When Bai En walked by, he muttered with an unhappy face, pulled **** the door, groped for the latch, and finally turned to lead the way without a word. Bian followed him up a narrow valley, lined with rows of strange houses on both sides of the valley. These houses had been faded and covered with moss after the wind and the sun. They were dug out of steep cliffs, and they were perfectly natural with the slopes.

A woman with a frowning face is working by the spinning wheel on the doorstep. When Bai En carries an unappreciated apprentice, she frowns at him, and Bai En smiles-she is not beautiful, there is no doubt, But he had n’t seen a woman in a long time-the woman immediately fled back to the house, kicked the door, leaving the spinning wheel still spinning.

Bai En sighed, the ancient magic still exists.

Next door is the bakery. The low chimney smokes, and the smell of toast makes Bai En's hungry stomach tumbling. A little further away, two dark-haired children frolicked around an old, overgrown tree. They reminded Bain of the children of Fatalin College. Although they didn't look alike, he was still somewhat sad.

I have to admit that he was a bit disappointed. I thought people here would look smart and have long beards, but they didn't show much wisdom, which was no different from ordinary farmers. It is also the same as the village he has seen before.

He was wondering if he had come to the wrong place. They turned a corner-three cone-shaped giant towers stood in front of the hillside. They were built on a pedestal and only separated above. The tower is covered with dark vines. They look older than ancient bridges and trails, as if they were as old as the mountain. The bottom of the tower was surrounded by a lot of buildings, and there was a wide courtyard in the middle. The people in the courtyard were busy with daily chores: a thin woman bent over to stir milk, a short blacksmith tried to give a restless mother horse a shoe, a bald head The elderly butcher, wearing a stained apron, had just slaughtered a few animals, and now the blood-stained forearm was washed in the sink.

Under the tallest of the three towers, an extraordinary old man sat on the broad steps. He was dressed in white, with a long beard, a hooked nose, and long white hair pouring out from under a white cap. Bai En finally convinced that the chief mage should be this dress, he even more handsome than Amen Cannon. When Bai En shuffled towards him, the man got up from the steps and hurried over, the white jacket turned over behind him.

"Put him there." He commanded softly, pointing to a grass beside the well. Bane knelt down and moved Timel-Cole to the ground as lightly as possible, his back hurt so badly. The old man leaned over and put a rough hand on Timel-Kou's forehead.

"I brought your apprentice back," Bai En murmured aimlessly.

"mine?"

"Aren't you Antonidas?"

The old man laughed: "Oh no, I'm Wells, the steward of this mage tower."

"I am Antonidas." There was a voice behind him. I saw the butcher who was walking towards them slowly while wiping his hands with a cloth. He looked up and down sixty, but he was still strong, with a firm face, deep wrinkles on his face, and a short gray beard around his mouth. He was completely thankful, his dark head shone in the afternoon sun. He was neither personable nor extraordinary, but when he approached, it did make people feel unusual: self-confidence, not anger.

Explain that he is a person who is used to giving orders and other people to obey.

The chief mage stretched out his hands and held Bai En's hand enthusiastically.

"Black robe and white grace, yes, it is said that you are now called blood mage or blood robe white grace. Even in my closed mage tower, your story is still circulating."

Bane frowned, and he could guess what kind of story the old man had heard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I'm afraid it's inseparable from the spell he released outside Bill Bally. "It was a long time ago."

"Of course. We all have past events, right? I would not comment on the rumors." Antonidas smiled, a bright, pure, cheerful smile. His face was filled with friendliness, but a hint of cold wandering in his deep green eyes. Rock cold. Bai En also smiled at him-he knew that he could not be an enemy.

"You brought our lost lamb back to the sheepfold." Antonidas looked at Timal-Kou, who was lying motionless on the grass, and frowned. "How is he doing?"

"I think he will survive, sir," Wells said, "but we have to help him get rid of the wind chill."

The chief mage snapped his fingers, and the sharp echo immediately echoed between the buildings. "Go help him." The blacksmith immediately ran up to grab Timel-Kou's feet, and together with Wells, lifted the unconscious apprentice through the tall door into the mage tower.

"Okay, Master Bane, I sent someone to invite you, and you arrived as expected. This is an excellent etiquette. The etiquette may be outdated in this land, but you know, I still value it very much. Reciprocity, this is my creed. What's wrong? "I saw the elderly gatekeeper hurried across the courtyard without breath. "Two visitors a day? Who is it?"