The Legend of Fatality

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Heskett looked proudly at his magic stone engineers. He watched a group of soldiers carrying flamethrowers inspect their huge and dangerous weapons, showing the careful care of well-trained engineers. The smaller of the two carefully hit the fuel-filled flamethrower with a wrench to make sure it was full, while the other pointed the dangerous nozzle all the way to the ceiling to prevent accidents.

Sweaty slaves rested for a while, panting and sticking their tongues out. For the action tonight, they worked hard for a long time to prepare. It took them hours to lure the sewer guards away from this place, and it took several days to complete these structures with silenced drafts. Now all the ramps are ready, they are ready to break through the ground and swarm through the holes.

Heskett examined their work with extremely professional eyes. During his apprenticeship, he oversaw the construction of scaffolding around large squirrel warships. Almost never killed the people above by the collapsed scaffolding, Heskett thought proudly. This is a miracle in his cave. After tonight, his engineering partners will have more to be curious about. He will surpass the remote caller invented by Meucci and do more in promoting the ratman career than the portable torment machine invented by Baird. After tonight, he will have the most proud secret of mankind. Then he will use a thousand methods to improve them.

Heskett knew he had grasped the timing well. Today is the feast of Verena. Compared to their usual numbers, these human guards are just a skeleton, and there is no doubt that they are all drunk. Even now, the assassins of the Isain clan are still active on it, killing a few of the sentries on duty. Soon it was time for the implementation plan.

A wind-poison grenadier hurried by, his face covered by a metal gas mask. Through the quartz lens, you can see the grenadier's nervous eyes. He hugged his glass ball filled with death poison tightly to his chest, protecting it from accidents like a mother bird protecting a precious egg.

Heskett's astronomical watch struck twelve times. He tugged at the bracelet and pulled out this gorgeous brass device from his pocket. He put it on his ear, and a loud tick came from the elaborate mechanism inside. He opened the astronomical watch and glanced at it. Its surface is a running mouse. With each heartbeat, its feet move back and forth. When its long tail points to the twelfth hour, the dagger it grips also points to the twelfth hour. It is exactly twelve o'clock, and it's all time. Heskett turned around and signaled that the action began.

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Bai En looked at the periphery of the new engineering college. This is the most impressive building, more like a fortress than any university he has ever seen. The tall and wide towers in every corner are not so much a place of study as a refuge in the castle. All windows on the ground floor are fenced. There is only one way to go, through a huge arch, large enough to accommodate the next carriage.

There was a slight knocking sound behind him, telling him that Grerogan had arrived and was likely to fall into the flower bed. He heard the curse of the dwarf using his throaty voice.

"It's better to be quiet!" Bai En whispered. "We really shouldn't be here."

This is real. Only authorized engineers and mechanics union members, their apprentices and members of the Marnus team can enter this highly confidential place, otherwise they will be executed, or at least in the dungeons of the Countess Emmanuel ’s infamous prison Stay for a long time.

"The guards are drunk and haven't noticed anything, human. This is a shame, it's too shameful, but you can't expect too much from humans."

Bane did n’t respond to the dwarf ’s discrimination against human alcohol, and he reached out and pulled his new cloak off the dwarf wall. Broken glass and nails on the wall pierced it and tore it apart. However, Bai En thought sourly that a broken cloak is always better than a broken one. He glanced at the sentry box next to the locked iron gate and was forced to agree with Grerogan. it's a shame.

Several of the sentries were so drunk that they fell asleep beside the sentry post. At this time, Bai En found the man's posture a bit strange, so he walked carefully and looked at it. When he did this, he saw more people lying down. Maybe all the sentries were drunk and fell asleep? He crept closer and pulled out the sword from the scabbard.

The sentries were not drunk. They are dead. Everyone lies in the pool of blood. A knife was also inserted in the back of one of them. Bai En bent down to take a closer look, and immediately recognized that this was the craft of the Rat Killer weapon he had encountered at the Blind Pig Tavern.

"It looks like our" friends "are telling the truth," he said to Guerrerogan who had just come to join him.

"Then let's go in and see."

"I'm still worried that you won't say that." Bai En sighed and sarcastically.

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Surrounded by bodyguards, Heskett strode in the college corridor. In a way, this is a place that makes him feel comfortable. He was surrounded by familiar things: wrought iron furnaces, workbenches, lathes and brackets, and all the tools familiar to engineers around the world, regardless of their race. The night breeze blew, and the smell of charcoal and metal wafted around. The Ratmen ran in the corridor like an invading army, and they ransacked this place while searching. He hoped his servant Ixquark would find the location of the central armory first, otherwise all the carefully selected loot would disappear.

On his right, he can see a row of long muskets with novel designs. He rushed over immediately and picked up one of them. It has a semi-finished appearance of a new prototype. Its barrel is tied with copper wire, and a small telescope is also mounted on it. Heskett thought that there was nothing to be excited about, but only a low-level attempt at the weapon in his own bodyguard. Without the powder mixture of the magic stone, humans will not be able to obtain the same range and strike ability. He hopes that other things here are more worthy of his attention, otherwise this night will be wasted.

"The smartest lord, here." He heard Exquark shouting. Heskett strode through the long hall and found himself in another mechanical workshop. When he saw the round, stubby barrel of the organ gun, he thought, it was almost the same. This is worth having. He strode over and rubbed the cold metal of a barrel with his paws. Yes, indeed, this is worth having.

He looked down and saw the mechanism that rotated the barrel and the firing pin that ignited the fuze at the same time. Very clever! He wondered whether the tolerance of this metal could withstand the use of magic stone powder. Probably not, but after all, some new lead-magic alloys he has been experimenting with may work. Since the last automatic cannon exploded and killed his ten assistants, he and they have not had any accidents.

"Quick! Quick! Take it away!" He ordered Exquark. His servant grumbled a few commands, and a group of slaves rushed up. When they pushed the gun away, they made a slight squeak. This did not affect Heskett. In fact, he felt very relaxed.

He continued to walk deep into the hall, wondering what new toys he would find in this strange and exciting place.

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Bai En fumbled for the door handle. He had hoped half of the door was locked, but the door was already open, and he doubted he knew why. There is a familiar smell in the air, a mixed smell of animal body odor, moist fur and sewer odor. There is no doubt that those ratmen are here.

"Maybe we should inform the night watchman." Bai En knew the answer, but he couldn't help trying.

"Tell them what? We just broke into your armory ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There were some ratmen found there. To be honest, we did n’t want to steal anything. We just wanted to see. We were struck like a thief Death is not the great death I want, human. "

"Then maybe we shouldn't be here." Bai En muttered to himself. He has regretted agreeing to this careless plan. The heat at that moment seemed to have some logic as the situation developed, but now he understood that it was nothing but pure madness.

The place they are in has nothing to do with them, and there are probably fierce ratmen soldiers all around. By the time rescuers arrive, they are probably dead, if there are rescuers. Even in unlikely circumstances, they can survive the arrival of rescuers, and their rescuers are likely to hang them as spies, as Grerogan said. Bai En wondered how he got into this situation?

"Are you going to stand there all night-or do you want to open that door?"

Bai En sighed, suspecting that he had been infected by the dwarf's madness, and fell into the same desire for some kind of death. He slowly and carefully pushed the door open, thinking that someone would stab the blade in his face. But a long corridor vaguely appeared in front of him. Apart from the light coming in from the outside, it was dark all around. Bai Enzhen hopes to bring a lantern with him. There must be a lamp here, he thought subconsciously-and then realized that the lamp would only attract unwelcome attention.

Grey Rogan pushed him away and walked into the hallway with heavy steps, holding the huge axe in his hand, ready to face death. Maybe you can let the dwarf go on an adventure alone. But this thought just floated across his mind in an instant. In fact, there is no other way than to follow him. Bai En did not like to stay alone in this huge, echoing building.