The Legend of Fatality

This is an almost unbearable job. Bai En has been thinking about what ominous stars mark his birth. He comforted himself that at least everything here was very quiet. Maybe this is a dirty job, but so far, it has not proved to be dangerous.

"Footprints!" He heard Gantt shouting. "Ha! Ha! We found some little guys. Be ready to act, children."

"Very good," Guerrero murmured. .

"Damn!" Bai En whispered in a low voice. Even inexperienced trench workers like Bai En can find these marks.

"Variants", Guerrerogan shouted, spitting a large ball of sputum into the main channel of the sewer. A footprint appears on the glowing algae. "Variants, the source of confusion."

Bai En cursed. After only two weeks of work, he was already going to meet some creatures deep underground. He can almost see Gantt's story as a person's imagination, a person's imagination that has no better things to pass the long and boring time. And now, he can't ignore his story.

Bai En has always wondered whether there is a completely crazy underground world in the city's underground, as Gantt suggested. Are there a group of abandoned mutants who seek refuge in the warm darkness and crawl out of the ground at night to **** leftovers? Is there really a hidden cellar? There, the banned cult organized terrible Ceremony and offering human sacrifices to evil forces.

Is this possible, those mutants, in the form of mocking human form, really drilled out of the abyss? Bai En looked at those footprints, all of which suddenly became too possible.

Bai En stood deep in thought, remembering the story of Guerrero about his people and their network of tunnels across the continent. At this time, Gantra pulled his sleeve.

"Well, let's continue." Said the captain. "We don't spend a whole day here."

"I've never been here." Khrov whispered, his voice echoing in the long corridor.

"I don't want to come here again," Spade added, rubbing a blue spider-like tattoo on his cheek. This time, Bai En had to agree with them. Even if measured by the following waterway standards, this is a cold, desolate and frustrating place.

In their view, the wall is already dilapidated and may collapse at any time. The little gargoyles on the supporting arches have been blurred with the passage of time until their features are no longer clearly visible. ‘Stew’ is bubbling, and when the bubbles burst, stalks of steam come out. Let the air become stuffy and hot.

In addition, there is a more depressed atmosphere than usual. The hair behind Bai En's neck tingled, just as he felt when he felt the magical undercurrent nearby.

"It looks unsafe," Rudy said, looking suspiciously at the supporting arch. Guerrerogan's face twisted as if it were an insult to him personally.

"Nonsense," he said. "These tunnels were built by the dwarves thousands of years ago. This is Kazalid's craft. It will last a long time until everything is over."

To prove his point, he punched the arch with his fist. Maybe it was just bad luck, but the gargoyle chose to fall from a height at this time. Guerrerogan had to jump aside to avoid being hit in the head, and almost slipped into the pot of "Stew".

"Of course," Gray Rogan added, "Some of the work is done by human craftsmen. For example, that gargoyle, a typical crude craft."

No one laughed. Only Bai En dare to laugh. Gantt looked up at the ceiling. The lamp placed at his feet illuminated his face, making him look weird and scary, like a demon.

"We must be under the old town," he said thoughtfully. Bai En can see he is staring at the area around the palace. A strange melancholy expression changed his haggard, skinny look. Bai En does not know whether he is thinking about the difference between his life and the luxurious life of the upper class, thinking about the glory and the opportunities that he will never know. In an instant, he had some sympathy for that person.

"There must be a lot of money on it," Gantt said. "I wish I could climb up and take it down. Well, it does n’t make sense to waste time. Let ’s continue."

"What's that?" Guerrero asked suddenly. The others looked around in surprise.

"What is it?" Khrov asked.

"Where is something?" Spader added.

"I heard something. I'm going over there." All their eyes were on the direction of the dwarf's finger.

"That's just what you imagine," Rudy said.

"Dwarves have no imagination."

"Oh, sir, do we have to investigate this matter?" Rudy complained. "I want to go home."

Gant rubbed his left eye with the knuckle of his right fist. He seems to be concentrating. Bai En can see that he is hesitating. He wanted to leave here and go to the tavern as quickly as everyone else, but it was his responsibility. If something happened under the palace, and someone found that they had been here but did nothing, it was his death.

"We better investigate." He finally said, ignoring the complaints of other trench workers.

"It won't take long. I bet there is nothing there anyway."

Considering his luck and the way the other party speaks, Bai En will never participate in this bet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Water dripping from the tunnel vault Gantt narrowed the aperture of the lantern so that only the faint light could be seen. A voice came from the front. Now even Bai En can hear it.

One of them is the human voice, with the noble accent. But it is hard to believe that it belongs to a person's voice. The voice was sharp and weird, and he kept mumbling. If an animal is given a human voice-it should be like this. Bai En didn't know why he thought of mice.

Gant stopped and turned around, looking at his men, his face pale and worried. He obviously didn't want to go on. Bai En looked around the Qinggou workers' faces and knew they all felt the same way. They want to end the day.

They are very tired and scared, and in front of them is something they do not want to see. But they are trench workers; their only virtue is the courage to face the things that others do not want to face in places where others do not want to go. They have a special sense of pride.

Grey Rogan threw the axe into the air. It spun upwards, and the axe caught a little light. Without much effort, the dwarf grabbed the dropped handle. Spade pulled his long blade knife from the scabbard and shrugged. Khrov revealed a wild smile. Rudy looked down at his dagger and nodded. Gantt grinned. The dwarf looked very happy. He was with the madman he could understand.

Gant made a light gesture, and they dragged their feet forward, carefully and silently walking along the muddy rock platform. When they turned around. He opened the lantern and illuminated their prey.