The Legend of Fatality

The sound of battle is getting clearer. The wolves howl constantly. The battle roared. Megdalena opened the door of the stairs. They found themselves back in the corridor of the building. This place is empty. All the guards seemed to be attracted by the sound of fighting. There is a row of doorways beside the corridor. At one end, a flight of stairs extends upward. On the other side, there was a door, and the sound of fighting came from the door. Bai En's nostrils twitched. He thought he had a burnt smell. Somewhere in the distance, the horse hissed in horror.

His judgment told him that he should go up the stairs and avoid the sound of fighting. He does not belong to either side of the two factions here, and being discovered by anyone or something may be fatal to him. The longer the other person fights, the less chance he is against him, and the more chance he will escape.

However, Megdalena has a different idea. She walked towards the door at the end of the corridor. A place leading to the battlefield. Bai En grabbed her chain and pulled hard. She didn't stop. Although he was taller and heavier, she was surprisingly strong, perhaps stronger than him.

"Where are you going?" Bai En could only say. "What do you think?" The girl asked in disdain.

"Don't be stupid. You can't do anything there."

"What do you know?" Bai Enxin said, I know a lot, but I dare not say it now. But Bai En couldn't let the girl go easily. He remembered the girl saying that her 'father' would come to her. If Bai Eun unfortunately met her father, it might be a good idea to be with her.

"Let's look around. Maybe we can find a way upstairs to take these chains down."

For a while, she stood there hesitantly, but the last point seemed to shake her. They went upstairs together. Behind them, the cry of howling and fighting gradually increased, and then suddenly stopped.

For a while, Bai En wondered what happened. Has the wolves defeated the defenders?

Then he heard the soldiers yelling at each other again. Hearing the voice of a nobleman telling the soldiers to carry the wounded in, he realized that they had won-temporarily. There is a window on the top of the staircase and you can see the courtyard of the cottage. He saw dozens of corpses of wolves below, and perhaps five others. Blood stained the snow.

"How did that **** door open?" He heard Earl Hosgar asked. Bai En himself was surprised because he saw the wooden door wide open. The wolves just crossed here. Then he saw the thing, and he no longer felt strange.

On the roof of the stable was a gray object, half human and half wolf. The hair on the back of Bai En's neck was raised. The werewolf stood up and disappeared from view again. Bai En couldn't help but wonder if he imagined it all. He dared to swear to any **** that he did see it, but somehow, deep in his heart, he doubted it. He sincerely hopes that the children of Ulik are not here.

"Let's go." He mumbled and turned to walk down the corridor.

They walked into a library. The bookshelf is so high that people need a ladder to climb to the top of the bookshelf. Bai En was surprised by its size. Earl Hosgar is not a scholar in his opinion, but this library deserves the status of any magistrate in the Fatalin Association. He guessed this was the site of the old mage Warman.

Bai En glanced at the title. Most of them seem to be written in advanced classical language, which is the language of all old world scholars. He can recognize that most of them are expeditionary voyages, ancient myths and legends and encyclopedias compiled by dwarves.

There is an open book on the table in front of him. Bai En walked over and picked it up. Most of this book is leather, and there is no title on the spine. The parchment is thick and rough, obviously old. In terms of the thickness of this book, its pages are surprisingly few.

It is not a printed book, nor is it written in movable fonts perfected by the Printing Association. This is made according to the style of an ancient book, a manuscript, and there are hand-painted decorations around each page. Bai En picked up the book and read it, and soon regretted it.

Megdalena clearly noticed the expression on his face. "What is this? What happened? What is written on it?"

"This is a magic book ... it involves some kind of magic." Bai En explained as he crossed the text in the book with his fingers.

It is true. Bane struggled to translate the classical language above, and a terrible tremor made him shudder. To his knowledge, this seems to be a soul-changing spell, a spell designed to allow one person to exchange his essence with another's essence in order to steal his form. If the statement of this book is true, it will allow the caster to take possession of another person's body.

At another time, another place, Bai En will find the whole thing ridiculous. In this remote place, everything seems likely. There seems to be nothing wrong with this madness here.

None of these can reassure Bai En. He was trapped in an isolated fortress by a group of crazy believers and their heavily armed soldiers. The fortress was surrounded by hungry wolves and cut off from the winter snowstorm. It seems that this is not bad enough. If his suspicions are true, then there are not only one werewolf but two in the castle wall. One of them is behind him.

Bai En felt goose bumps. He secretly glanced at a girl, who seemed to no longer pay attention to him and the book in his hand. Brian took advantage of the opportunity to quickly tear off the pages from the book ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and stuffed it into his arms.

They continued to walk forward, through the second floor of the castle, through the hallway illuminated by the flashing torches, echoing the wolf howling. Just before they turned a corner, a smell of damp fur and blood came. He looked out carefully, and saw the body of a soldier with a weapon lying there. The soldier's eyes widened. Huge claw marks cut his chest. His face was as white as snow. Blood poured from where his jaw was torn.

A sword was placed in the dead man's hand. There is a dagger on his belt. Bai En turned to look at the girl. She smiled evilly. Bai En tried to pierce her with a sword on the ground, but he didn't do it. He suddenly thought that maybe he could take her hostage and make a deal with the werewolf. He turned this idea over and over in his heart and thought it was neither practical nor glorious.

Instead, he bent down to touch the man's dagger. It was a long, pointed blade, almost as thin as stilettos. He glanced at his chain. It is big and bulky, and rough to make. He picked up the dagger with his right hand and inserted it into the keyhole of the handcuffs on his left wrist. When he did this, he felt the machinery moving. For a long, nervous time, he twisted his dagger, poked it, and poked it. With a click, the handcuffs opened. When the iron chain slipped from his wrist, it seemed that a heavy object had fallen from Bai En's shoulder. He tried to repeat this process for the chain of his right hand, but his left hand was more awkward and it took him longer. From seconds to minutes, he kept imagining the terrible wolf-headed girl crawling around him. At last there was a click and his other hand was free. He smiled triumphantly and turned around, his smile disappearing from his lips.

The girl is gone.