The Legend of Fatality

"I do n’t want to talk about what happened to Blouberg, but I still recorded it. Even for me, what happened there was bad enough. I do n’t want to comment on why this happened because of the spellcaster academy. The way of teaching, or because of the way Stoker kept the book, or because of Albert Kruger's own character. Of course, we can also blame this matter on the dark forces that cover the world, we ... We can certainly think so, but at least I think ... this may not really be a question about the forces of darkness. "

"I occasionally ask myself if I know those ... the distortions are the children of Blouberg, will I choose another way to treat them. The answer is no, my heart tells me that I will still do it. But ...... Sometimes what a person thinks in his heart is not always what he expected when he actually faced it. "

"After leaving Blouberg, although we made a lot of efforts, as expected, we failed to reach Heidelberg before winter. Even worse, because there is no compass, there is no other tool for traveling deep in the forest. , We soon lost our way again. For the traveler, I ca n’t think of anything more terrible and dangerous than getting lost in the woods in the snow in winter. Unfortunately, because we are following in our footsteps Some kind of quirks of the dark fate, it seems that we are about to encounter that kind of 'rare situation' ... "

-Excerpted from "Bai En Diary", the howling of the fifth volume of wolves echoed in the forest, like the wailing of the cursed soul when he was tortured. Bain tightened his shabby wool cloak and walked hard in the snow.

In the past two days, he has seen their chasers twice and glimpsed them in the shadows of endless pine trees. They were long and thin, their tongues dangled, their eyes hungry. The pack of wolves has reached an almost attackable distance, and they have withdrawn twice, as if summoned by the howl of a distant leader, a terrible creature that must be obeyed.

Bai En shivered at the thought of the long wail. There was a tone of terror and wisdom in its cry, which reminded people of the ancient stories in the dark forest. He was scared by those stories when he was a child in the Black Tower. He tried to dispel his thoughts about the existence of evil creatures.

He told himself that he only heard howling of the wolves' leader, which is a bigger and more terrifying animal than other animals. And the wolf's howl was desolate enough, and his mind was not full of demons and ghosts.

Snow crunched under his feet. Cold moisture oozed out of his torn leather boots and into the thick woolen socks he was wearing. This is another bad signal. He had heard of some woodcutters whose feet were frozen and strong in their boots, and they had to cut off their toes with a knife before they became gangrene.

When he found himself lost in the depths of Rickland, he was not surprised, because winter was coming.

Bai En was not the first time he cursed the day he met the dwarf. He vowed to follow him, and wrote an epic for him to record his fate after his death. And they have been tracking the trail of a big monster now. When the snow started, Grerogan vowed that the monster was a monster. They lost their way in the vast sea of ​​snow, and now they are completely lost.

Bai En tried his best to restrain a panic. They are very likely to spin around in place until they are exhausted or starved to death. This happened to other travelers who lost their way in the forest in winter.

Or until the wolves caught them, he reminded himself.

The dwarf looked as painful as Bai En. He walked with heavy steps, using his huge axe as a cane to test how deep the snow was in front of him. On his tattooed head, there was usually a large lock of blood-stained red hair standing tall, but now the hair crown was pulled down like the head of a dirty bird. The gloomy madness flashing in his eyes seemed to be restrained by the desolate surroundings. A large snot dripped from his injured nose.

"Tree!" Guerrero muttered. "Elf is the only thing I hate more than trees."

Bai En sighed. He had heard this sentence countless times. Every time the dwarf said nothing when he was doing nothing in the forest.

Another harsh howling awakened Bai En from contemplation. It is like the previous howl full of evil wisdom and hunger, which filled the heart of Bai En with blind primal fear. He instinctively put the cloak on his shoulder, loosened the arm holding the sword, and reached for the hilt.

"No need, humans." There was a malicious sneer in the dwarf's harsh voice. "No matter what it is, it is driving our furry little friends away from us. They seem to have found other prey."

"Yulick's children ..." Bai En said worriedly, remembering the old stories he had heard in the Black Tower.

"What does this have to do with Midlanden's wolf gods, humans?"

"They said that when the world was still young, Ulik walked among men and gave birth to mortal women. His bloodline could change form between humans and wolves. They retired into the wilderness of the world a long time ago. Go. Some people say that when the darkness hit, their blood was contaminated, and now they feed on human flesh. "

"Well, if any of them can reach the range of my axe, I will let that dirty blood spill out."

Suddenly, Guerrerogan raised his hand and motioned for silence. After a while, he nodded and spit on the ground.

Bai En stopped anxiously, observing and listening. He saw no signs of catching up. The wolf pack has disappeared. In an instant, he only heard his pounding heart and harsh breathing. Then he heard what stopped the dwarf: the sound of wrestling, the horn of battle, and the howling of wolves in the distance wafted in the wind.

"Sounds like someone is fighting," he said.

"Let's go kill a few wolves." Gray Logan said. "Perhaps the person they attacked knows how to get out of this **** wooded place."

Bai En ran breathlessly through the thick snow, and his face was stabbed by the branches and thorns, and then he jumped into the open space. Dozens of crossbows were aimed at him. The smell of ozone permeates the air. The bodies of people and wolves are everywhere.

Bai En slowly raised his hands. His rapid breathing made the air in front of him cloudy. Despite the cold, sweat ran down his face. He must remember that running in the winter woods in heavy clothes is not a good idea. If he is still alive, he can still remember everything after this incident. These heavily armed strangers look unfriendly at all.

They have at least twenty people. Some people wore noble furry costumes. They held swords and gave orders to others. Other than that, they are fierce and alert warriors. Although their strength is obvious, all these people have a deep sense of uneasiness. Their eyes are full of fear. Bai En knew that if he didn't do something right away, he would be shot by a crossbow.

"Don't shoot arrows!" He said. "I'm here to help."

He wanted to know where Guerrerogan was. He has run a considerable distance. At this moment of excitement, his excitement and his long legs brought him to the dwarf. It now appears that this may be a fatal error, although he does not know what can be done even with Guerrerogan in the face of this row of sparkling long-range weapons.

"Oh, you are here to help, right?" Said a sarcasm. "Just walk in the woods, right? Then I heard the sound of wrestling, to investigate this little commotion, right?"

The speaker is a tall nobleman. Bai En never cared about the nobility here, and this person seemed to be the worst of the nobles of the Marnus Empire. His neatly trimmed black beard set off his narrow face. His pale face showed surprising dark eyes. The huge eagle nose made his face look predatory.

"My friend and I got lost in the forest. We heard the sound of wolves and fighting. If possible, we are here to help."

"Your friend?" The noble asked sarcastically. He gave a thumbs up to a tall, beautiful young woman standing nearby locked in chains. "Do you mean this witch?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, sir." Bai En said cautiously. "I have never seen that young lady before."

He looked around. The dwarf was gone. Maybe this is fine, Bai En thought. This dwarf is not known for his wit. There is no doubt that at this moment, what he said would make them both die.

"I'm traveling with a companion ..." Brian suddenly realized that it might not be a good idea to mention Guerrerogan now.

Guerrerogan is a striking figure and may now be a desperate man. Thinking of this, Bai En sighed secretly, I am afraid he is now too. If they recognize him, maybe these people will want to ask for this bounty.

"He seems to be lost." Bai En said weakly.

"Put down your sword," the noble said. After looking at the crossbow arrows, Bai En did so. "Sven! Heinrich! Tied his hands!"

The two soldiers ran forward to obey the order. Bai En found himself kicked to the ground. He fell face down in the snow, feeling the cold of the snow began to seep into his coat.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying in front of a wolf corpse. As he stared into the lifeless eyes, the soldiers tied his hands behind his back quickly and effectively. Bai En felt the cold metal buckle his wrist, and he was surprised to find that they didn't just tie him with a rope.

At this time, someone pulled off his cloak and pulled his hair up. His nostrils were filled with a bad smell. A pair of cold crazy eyes stared deeply at his own eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He looked up at a wrinkled face with a gray beard. A rough hand made a gesture in front of him. As it skimmed through the air, it left a string of sparkling sparks. Obviously, this old man is a mage.

"He doesn't seem to be contaminated by darkness." The mage said in a surprisingly mellow and elegant voice. "Maybe he is telling the truth. I will know more when he returns to the club."

Bai En was once again allowed to fall forward in the snow. He heard the voice of the nobleman.

"Even so, don't risk him, Warman. If he is a spy on our enemy, I want him to die."

"Once I have the tools, I will find out the truth. If he is a spy on the enemies of the Order of Phoenix, we will soon know!"

The nobleman shrugged his shoulders and turned around, apparently thinking that it had nothing to do with him. A boot hit Bae's ribs again, kicking the air out of his lungs.

"Get up and get on the sled," said a burly sergeant. "If you fall, I will kill you."

Bai En shrank his legs under him and stood up staggeringly. He glared at the sergeant, trying to remember every feature on the man's face. If he went out alive, he would take revenge. One of the crossbowmen holding the crossbow saw his expression, pulled his bowstring back, and then raised the crossbow, as if talking to Bai En's head. The old mage shook his head gently.

"No. I hope he is unscathed." Bai En shuddered. His stupid anger almost killed himself in the hands of an unknown person. When did he not pay attention to these details? But even more worrying to Bian is that in the calmness and detachment of the old mage, there was something more terrifying than the soldier's unthinking barbarism.

He silently climbed up the back of the sled.