The Legend of Fatality

"What is this?" Morris asked nervously. His question echoed in the distance. Bai En put the light of the lantern into the dark cave. The huge, deformed fungus cast a long shadow on the white wall. The spores float in the beam of the lamp.

"Once we planted mushrooms for food." Guerrero muttered. "Now it looks like another victim of mutation."

After the dwarf had finished speaking, he strode into the room. His boots left footprints on the damp carpet. Bai En felt that he heard the sound of running water in the distance. Morris followed the dwarf nervously and walked in.

When Bai En turned his head, the others had stepped into the cave. He saw a one-foot piece of white fall off the wall and grow bigger and bigger as they fell. Then they rushed to the frightened adventurer. Grerogan used his axe to cut one of them in half. It made a creaking sound. More fragments fell off the wall like a snowstorm, and Bai En found herself surrounded by a soft, bloated body and flapping wings.

"Moth!" Shouted Oberon-Ravenhart. "They are moths! They tried to find the lamp. Turn it off."

Then it was completely dark around. The last time Brian saw Grerogan, his body was covered with huge insects, and then he stood in a whirlwind snowstorm, his body wriggled under the moth's touch. Then everything was quiet.

"Exit. Slowly," Grerogan whispered, showing disgust in every syllable. "We will find another way."

Bai En stopped and looked back at the long corridor, hoping that the glittering gems would be brighter. He was sure what he heard. He reached out and touched the smooth, cold stone. A faint shock passed through. Someone is pounding on the wall.

He opened his eyes wide. In the distance he could recognize the blurry silhouette. One of them held a huge banner, which seemed to be a human head. The group of orcs chased them up, and Bai En pulled his sword from the scabbard.

"It seems they have found us again," he said. But did not answer. Others have disappeared around the corner. When Bai En stopped, he realized that the others had been moving forward. He hurried over to catch up.

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Bai En opened an eye in fear. He woke up from his sleep. That is not a reassuring dream. Since they bypassed the cave full of moths, and once again got rid of the orcs who were chased underground, they came here. Fatigue finally overwhelmed everyone, so they decided to rest here overnight.

It's Grey Logan's vigil now, but he feels he heard a weird voice. He looked around the small room with his hair upright. His heartbeat sounded loud and fast, and he thought he was about to faint and die. All the power disappeared from his limbs.

A strange green glow illuminates the area. It washed the gaunt face of the oath giver, making him look like a terrible zombie. The shadow of Guerrerogen appeared faintly on the wall, huge and sinister. The shining man knelt in front of the oath-slayer and reached out to plead with him. That was the ghost of an ancient female dwarf.

It is ethereal, but it also has the mark of the times, as if it were a true expression of the ancient times. Its costume is solemn, and its face once had authority. But now his cheeks seem to be sunken, the flesh seems to have fallen off, and his face is covered with pockmarks, like maggots. The cave-like eyes under the eyebrows are a large shadow, and the strange firelight is burning inside. It's as if the ghost was swallowed by some otherworldly disease-a mental tumor.

The look of that thing filled Bai En's heart with fear, not because of appearance, but because of its pain, which exacerbated his fear. It implies that there is something else waiting outside the grave, and even death cannot escape, but a dark force that can grasp and torture the soul. Bai En, like everyone else in the Black Tower, is afraid of death, or worried about death, but now he realizes that there are worse things. He felt that he was on the brink of consciousness, hoping to be free from this crazy and terrible realization.

Bai En's eyes glimpsed Morris sobbing next to him, like a child in a nightmare. Rubes Hagrid was frantically trying to catch something, his mouth kept moving, but there was no sound. Bai En tried to remove his gaze from the scene in front of him, but he couldn't do it; he had an urge to force him. He was deeply attracted by this confrontation.

Grerogan raised his axe and placed it between him and the troubled soul. Bai En wondered whether it was his imagination, or the flames burning inside the rune embedded in the huge axe?

"Go away, **** guy." Guerrerogan's harsh voice almost sounded like a soft whisper. "Leave, I am still alive."

That thing laughed. Bai En realized that it did not make a sound. He heard its sound in his mind.

"Help us, Grey Logan, the son of Sol Ryan. Release us. Our grave is blasphemy, and a terrible twisting force stays in our hall." The ghost shook, as if to dissipate like fog. After visible efforts, it maintained its shape.

Guerrerogan wanted to speak, but couldn't say it. The muscles in his neck are prominent, and a blood vessel in his temple is beating.

"We haven't sinned," the ghost said in a voice full of suffering and loneliness. "We left to meet the souls of our ancestors ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At this time our resting place was desecrated and we were brought back. We were deprived of eternal peace."

"How is this possible?" Grerogan asked in a voice of surprise and fear. "What can pull a dwarf out of an ancestor's arms?"

"What other power can subvert the order of the world, oath-takers? Is there anything other than chaos?" The ghost asked rhetorically.

"I'm just a warrior. I can't fight the dark forces." Grerogan admitted.

"You do n’t need to fight the darkness. You only need to clean our graves. When you do this, we will be free. Will Son Ryan ’s son do you want to do this? If you do n’t, we wo n’t Reunited with our loved ones. We must be like a candle flame in the storm, gradually extinguished. Even now we will slowly disappear. Only a few of us are left. "

Grey Logan looked at the painful soul. Bai En saw a look of awe and pity flashing across his face. "If it is within my ability, I will release you."

A smile flickered across the torn face of the ghost. "The other people we asked, including our descendant Ilrub. They were too scared to help us. I couldn't find a flaw in you."

Grey Logan bowed, and the ghost stretched out a glowing hand and touched his forehead. In Bai En's view, the oath-slayer suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, with some insight. The ghost became smaller and smaller, more and more blurred, as if retreated to a far place. Soon it disappeared.

Bai En looked at the others. They all awoke and looked at the dwarf in surprise. Gal Kepler looked at the dwarf with a near-respected look. Grey Logan raised his axe.

"We have work to do," he said, sounding like rock rubbing.