The Legend of Fatality

When his follower, Quigg, reached twelve in his muttering, Zhang Siquik, who belonged to the Isain clan, twitched his nose and smelled the smell of the night.

Strange, he thought; like the smell of human cities in the far east, but so different. Here, he can smell the beef, radish and roast pork. In the East, it may be pickled cabbage, rice and chicken. Food smells different, but everything else is the same. There is the same smell in the sewers, and it is also the smell of many people living nearby.

He opened his ears and listened, because his master had trained him like this. He heard the bells in the temple and the rattling of the wheels on the pebbles. He heard the singing of drunkards and the cry of the night watchman, who were telling the time. These voices did not bother him. He will not be distracted. If he wants, he can exclude all irrelevant voices and find a voice from the crowd.

The ratman narrowed his eyes and looked into the darkness. His night vision ability is very sharp. Downstairs is a vague figure of men, women and women leaving the tavern holding hands, they are going to the backstreet alleys and the dirty single room for short intimate contact. Zhang Squik didn't care about them at all. His two goals are in buildings that humans call taverns. He didn't know why the venerable prophet chose these two people from all the lower souls in this city and made them inevitably die. He only knew that his task was to allow their souls to easily enter the devil ’s stomach. He has presented two tranquilizers and presented his immortal essence to the feast of his dark god. He may regret those who are destined to die, but this is not entirely true.

They were in that pub, under the sign of the blind pig, they did not know that the end was coming. They will not know, because Zhang Siquik has been training for many years how to pass silent death. Long before he left the warm jungle of his eastern hometown to serve the Modu Committee in these cold western regions, he had received the perfect training of ancient mysterious assassination skills in his clan. When he was a small man, he was forced to run barefoot on the white-hot coal piles and grab coins from the bowls of blind beggars in human cities. Even when he was very young, he knew that these beggars were usually not blind, and they were often evil martial arts masters.

By the time he made his debut, he had mastered various techniques of freehand fighting. He is now a three-segment master with crimson claws, is trying to become a deadly claw on the road, and hopes to hold a black belt. He received 12 months of sneak training in the jungle, and a month of fasting and meditation on Huangya Mountain, only his own feces was used as food. Since then, he has been killing people again and again in the name of the Modu Committee. He killed Lord Kawai of the Gucci clan when the powerful warlord conspired to kill the unclean Sirut. When the great assassin killed Frederick Hasselhoffen and his family, he was a private assistant to Sneek, and the master assassin personally guided him one by one.

Zhang Squik's list of achievements is long, and he will add one more tonight. His mission is to kill the dwarf Grerogan Mahal and his human follower Brian. He didn't know how he would fail.

How could a dwarf and his stupid human friend have the opportunity to fight a strong and powerful squirrel who is well-trained in every skill of death? Zhang Squik confidently believes that he can solve this pair. He was almost insulted by the prophet Tangul, who insisted that he take all the gutterwalkers with him.

Of course, the terrible rumors about this dwarf are exaggerated. It was impossible for the dwarf to kill a storm commando alone. Moreover, it is impossible for him to kill the ogre rat named Bonebreaker without the help of a whole team of mercenaries. This is incredible. Of course, that human did kill another human, which is normal, and those humanoids are very weak.

Zhang Squik controlled himself to take a deep breath, maybe the prophet Tangul was right. In the past, he often proved it. It is a pure caution to delegate the task of killing the dwarves to Sletta. Zhang Sikuike will kill this person. If there is any difficulty, he will go to his follower team to help. It's not that there will be any difficulties.

Quigg stopped counting when he counted to one hundred and patted his boss's arm. Zhang Squik flicked his tail to show that he understood. Sletta and his team, according to the level of precision that is unique to all Ratman actions, he is now in place at the secret entrance of the tavern. It's time to act.

He untied the sword in the scabbard, checked whether his blowpipe and darts were ready, and then whistled to move forward.

Like a dark wave, a group of gutter walkers rushed forward to the roof. Their blackened weapons could only see blurred outlines in the moonlight. No weapon clanged, and no member's outline could be seen. Okay, almost.

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Heinz checked the doors and windows downstairs to make sure they were all closed. Surprisingly, thieves often try to break into the blind pig tavern and steal things from its cellar. Even the brutal reputation of Heinz's bodyguards could not prevent the extremely poor and alcoholic residents of the new quarter from making such attempts. This is really sad.

So he walked into the wine cellar and shone his light into the dark corner between the big barrel and the wine rack. He bet he heard a strange sprint here.

Maybe it was just his imagination, he told himself.

He grew old and began to hear something. Nevertheless, he walked over and inspected the secret door leading to the sewer. The dark door is difficult to distinguish in this light, but it looks quiet. Since he and Bai Eun dumped the body two months ago to save everyone from the scandal, he suspected that no one had used it. Yes, he is just getting old, nothing more.

He turned around and limped back to the stairwell. His bad leg is not good tonight. This is always the case when it rains. Heinz smiled bitterly, remembering his old wound. It was trampled by the Burtanian horse during the Battle of the Red Orcs Yamaguchi-completely broken. He remembered lying in the **** mud, covered with blood, thinking that this might be his retribution for the owner's halberd.

It was a bad time, one of the worst times he had experienced since he was a soldier. That day he learned a lot about pain. Nonetheless, in his career as a mercenary, he had to admit this, sometimes good or bad.

Sometimes, Heinz doubted whether his decision was correct. He gave up the free life of mercenaries and chose the life of a pub owner. On such a night, he missed the friendship of his old comrades-in-arms, missed sitting around the campfire and drinking, and exchanged stories and told heroes.

Heinz served as a halberd soldier for ten years. He served on half the battlefields of the empire in those years, initially as a humble soldier, and later became a sergeant. He was promoted to captain in the battle of Emperor Otto Strand against the orc tribe in the west. In the last battle of Emperor Strand's attack on Burtania, he made enough money to buy the blind pig tavern.

With Lottie's encouragement, he finally succumbed, settled down, and created a new life for them. When he really married a camp follower, his old friends laughed. They insisted that she would run away with all his money. On the contrary, the two of them lived happily for fifteen years. It was n’t until Old Lotti died of wasting disease that he made all this mess. He still missed her. He wondered if there was anything else in Heidelberg that was worth keeping. His family is dead. Lottie is gone.

When he reached the stairs, Heinz felt like he heard the sound of running again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There must be something moving below.

He once thought about calling Grerogan or some other guys to come and ask them to investigate, then he opened his big hand and made a gesture of disgust. If he could disturb him with the rattling sound of mice in the basement, he would be really old. He can imagine what he would say if he told others that he was afraid of going down. They will laugh back and forth.

He pulled the thick belt from his waist and turned back. Now he is really upset. Under normal circumstances, he will not pull out his weapon. But he is too calm and peaceful now. There must be something that scared him.

His veteran instincts were inspired, and they saved him more than once.

He still remembers that night, at the border of Kaslov, he could not sleep inexplicably. He got up from the bed and replaced the sentry, only to find that the man had died in his post. As soon as he awakened the camp, the dirty beasts attacked. Now he felt the same in his heart. He hesitated on the top of the stairs.

He thought that it would be better to go to Grerogan. Until now, only real hard drinkers are still in the tavern. The rest were either under the table or in the wall box, either sleeping in the private room or going home. It was there again, the short sound, like the rustling of padded claws on the stone steps. Heinz is really worried now. He closed the door and turned around, almost running down the corridor until he came out of the main area of ​​the bar. Several bodyguards chatted with several barmaids.

"Where is Guerrero?" Heinz asked. A burly young man, Helmut, thumbs up in the direction of the toilet.