The Legend of Fatality

Heskett closed his eyes, hoping to still see when he opened his eyes. The heat was very strong, and the twisted flame of the flamethrower licked the observation port of the steam tank. Heskett screamed, breathing out fear again, and stained the seat below him.

"Stop! Stop! Fool!" He screamed. "It's me, Heskett, your leader!"

Even if someone could hear his voice in the roar of the steam tank, they did not say anything. Chaos and madness are everywhere. It may be that his lieutenant could not see him in the chaos, thinking he was a human attacker. It is also possible that an ambitious subordinate fully knew that he was here and used this opportunity to try to assassinate his superior.

In fact, the more Heskyt thought of the second option, the more he felt possible. For example, despite his clear orders, the musketeers did not stop attacking. They might say that he could not hear his voice in the roar of the engine, but Heskett knew it better. Now he can see clearly. All this is part of an evil conspiracy, the purpose of which is to remove him from his legitimate position. If the black hand behind the whole incident was the Prophet Tangul, he would not be surprised at all. Heskett was full of indignation, showing his fangs, driving the steam chariot in anger, rushing directly to the flamethrower. When these treacherous traitors realized their danger and tried to escape, it was too late. The reward for Heskett was the crunching of the bone under the wheel. Then there was a terrible muffled noise, and the fuel barrel filled with fuel exploded.

Bai En was trapped. He stood on the balcony, surrounded by the terrible furry tide. There are dozens of them, far exceeding his combat capabilities. He had no doubt that he could kill a dozen or so in the narrow aisle, but when he did so, other ratmen would rush from behind him and thrust their dirty little blades into his back. Damn Grey Logan! Where is he when he needs it when he needs it?

As if answering his unspoken question, he heard the thunderous roar below. Bai En took a quick glance at the adventure and found that the dwarf had appeared in the room below, leaving behind a string of dead ratmen's bodies. A wet rag was wrapped around his face. Obviously, it is impossible for the dwarf to risk being poisoned by poisonous gas before completing the death of his hero. Under him, Bai En can also see that the steam chariot is slanting forward. A blazing green flame burned around its wheels and belly. It bumped around in the work area, leaving behind a trail like a comet's tail, smashing everything that stood in front of it. Then it turned around and almost stopped, with its front end facing the direction of the dwarf. Guerrerogan stood there, facing the huge machine, like an Istanian bullfighter facing a bull. Around the dwarves, the panicked ratmen are running around and looking for cover.

This is all that Bai En has time to see, because a group of ratmen are approaching him. He knew that if he stayed where he was, he would be dead. There was no other way. He brandished his sword and cut the first ratman who dared to pounce on him. Then he jumped on the railing and reached for a cable above his head. He quickly threw the scabbard over the cable, grasped the scabbard with both hands, and swayed to the center of the yard. Bai En paused there for a while and took a breath.

Suddenly, he felt the rope start to tremble under his weight. He took a risk and looked back, and saw a rat with an evil smile on his hands sawing the rope with his jagged blade.

Oh, no, Bai En thought, when the rope snapped.

Heskett couldn't believe his eyes. Was a dwarf standing in front of him and waving a big axe? How could there be a dwarf here in the middle of this human workshop? Did he accidentally take a breath of the poison of the wind poisonous ball? Has he hallucinated? The entire tank has become hot, not just the boiler. Heskett was sure he could smell the flame of a magic stone burning somewhere. Where have all his servants gone? Of course, the dwarves and poison gas could not kill them all. Well, but one thing is certain: no dwarf can survive the face-to-face battle with this steam tank. Heskett speeded up and rushed directly to Grey Rogan. The rope broke, and Bai En fell to the ground in a circular path. He saw that Guerrerogan was almost directly under him, and the steam tank was about to hit him almost immediately. Under the wheels of the burning steam tank, the dwarf seemed to be crushed into a **** pulp. But in the last second, he jumped aside, his axe chopped on the side of the chariot, making a deep, loud clang, just like the bell when a big bell struck.

Bai En was prepared to collide violently with the ground. In the last second, he realized that the arc of his flight path was leading him directly into the steam tank's path. It seems that he is most likely to die under the wheel.

Heskett's head ached from the smoke and the huge echo in the tank. What happened to the side of the chariot for the second time? He began to regret that he had convinced his servants to fall into this **** death trap. Once he stops this thing, someone will land on the ground, he can guarantee this!

He pulled the brake lever hard, and the brake lever fell off in his hand. Under his gaze, the walls of the building in front were faintly visible. It is approaching at an alarming speed.

Bai En slammed into the top of the steam tank, and he felt the air in his lungs be knocked out. He felt himself slipping. He could feel the heat starting to scorch his soles. He reached out his hand and wanted to grab something. His fingers caught the edge of the open hatch. Then the sword in his hand was inserted into the body of the tank, and the sharp blade easily penetrated the tank's shell. Using the leverage given to him, he pulled himself up and crouched on top of a high-speed chariot. He could see the wall approaching quickly. He tried to get out of the predicament, but it was too late. The force of the impact caused him to roll head down into the hatch and fall inside the burning steam tank.

When the steam tank passed through the brick wall, it made a huge roar and harsh friction. The whole tank was shaking, and the smell of burning was stronger. Suddenly, a heavy object fell on Heskett, and he found a human hand groping on his fur.

Bian was startled. There was no one in the cockpit, only to see a rat man with a mouth full of fangs and fangs. This is a nightmare, Bai En thought. He was trapped in a small enclosed space, hanging upside down on a speeding chariot, and an ugly mutant monster was trying to tear his throat. He threw his head to the side and punched with his fist, hitting the rat-man's nose.

He noticed that steam had started to circulate around, and sparks began to appear in the boiler. The ratman also attacked him violently. Sharp claws tore his cheeks. There is a moment of time in Bai En's heart, because this place is too narrow for the ratmen to use its weapons. He let him plant himself in the cockpit and put all his weight on the mouse. The two twisted together, rolled around the cockpit, and then hit the control lever. The steam tank first left and then right, and then slipped out of control. From the slit of the observation port, Bai En saw the panicked ratman outside running towards the bunker. The steam tank made a strange jet sound. The cockpit was terribly hot and humid.

It was a fierce fight. Bai En is much bigger and heavier than him, but this ratman has a terrible lean and strong power, and has long and sharp teeth.

Bai En punched the ratman's face with his fist, but as the car body moved, his fist hit other places. Then he felt a sharp pain, and his shoulders seemed to have been burned by fire. He felt blood spewing out of his shirt. Accompanying pain and worries comes terrible anger.

"Yes, good!" Bai En spit, squeezed the rat man's throat with his hand, and began to squeeze. At the same time, he pushed the ratman's head away from him and began to slam his head towards the side of the steam tank cockpit.

This was definitely not a good night, one-eyed Hesquit thought, because the lunatic was hitting his head against the steel wall of the cockpit for the third time. The ratman could feel his strength gradually disappearing. There was no more air in his lungs, and his throat was tightly choked by those hands, unable to breathe. It was like being trapped in poisonous gas again, but the situation was a hundred times worse than then. If he was not betrayed by his useless subordinates, this would not happen.

Heskett crossed the attacker's shoulder, and through the observation hole, he could see the opening of the tunnel-leading to the sewer. A group of ratmen are escaping from the battle scene and jumping into the water. The steam tank is now also heading in its direction.

When the steam chariot was tumbling and rolling, Bai En's stomach felt a terrible sinking feeling. They must have hit something, or fell into a pit, he thought of it when he was thrown up in the cockpit. Okay, he thought, I'm dying. Suddenly, with a terrible gurgle, the steam tank stopped, and Bai En's nostrils were filled with the familiar smell from the sewer.

As he fell midair in his cockpit, he let go of the ratman's throat, and the thing broke free. It jumped up and down the hatch like a ferret climbed up the drain. Judging from the flames emerging from the boiler, Bai En thought he had better do the same. He stretched out his hand in pain and pulled his painful body up from the open hatch. He stood on the top of the steam tank for a moment, glaring at the ratman he had almost killed.

As he thought, the car fell into the pit dug by the group of ratmen in the yard and now fell into the sewer again. Thick smoke, steam and flames flashed in the door below him, scorching his boots and causing his pants to start smoking. He leaned over and glanced at his sword, which was still where he had penetrated the body. He squatted down and pulled it out. The entire steam tank was shaking in the mud. Around him, Bai En can see many red eyes glowing in the darkness. He was surrounded by ratmen.

He went out of the pan and into the fire pit again, he thought.

Where did these rat-man warriors come from, Heskett thought blankly. They should fight the dwarf and his human allies on it, not hide here to escape the battle. This is not to say how important this idea is at this moment. As an experienced magic stone engineer, Heskett recognized all signs of a serious failure of the steam tank. There is no doubt that he had only a moment to figure it out before the explosion.

Fear made his feet grow wings. He jumped out and got into the crowd of rats. Before they could react, he jumped over their shoulders, jumped and flew across, and stepped on their heads while running. Nevertheless, he knew he could not get out in time. So now there is only one way.

Heskett pinched his nose and plunged into the sewer ditch.

Judging by the speed of the panicked rat-man running over the top of his mate, Bai En knew what a terrible thing was going to happen. He must act immediately. He inserted the sword back into the scabbard and carried it behind his back. Then he jumped up, grabbed the edge of the pit mouth, and pulled himself out, when a group of ratmen were swarming in the direction of the steam chariot.

When the leader of a group of rats pounced on him, he felt that his claws had torn his pants legs. He kicked out with his other foot frantically, and when his boots came into contact with his teeth, he felt something was broken.

He looked towards the gray courtyard above and saw the dwarf jogging towards him.

Bai En climbed up, then stood up, while running towards the dwarf, shouting: "Get down! It will--"

Behind him was a huge thunderous roar and lightning flashes. A stench of thick smoke came. The shock wave threw Bai En heavily on the ground. He vaguely realized that in the darkness around him, there were many rat figures rolling on the ground. Then his head hit the ground, unconscious.

When Brian got up again, Guerrerogan was standing nearby, staring down toward the pit. They were surrounded by vaguely flesh-and-blood rat bodies. Baine couldn't guess whether they were the product of the explosion or the result of Guerrerogan's efforts. But this is not important. The final result is the same.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him. Bai En looked back and found that the entire wall of the whole college collapsed. Indeed, a strange green flame is eating up the entire building. Something told him that no matter how hard the firefighters put in, the fire could not be extinguished until its violent magic power was exhausted.

He looked back at the dwarf, and for the first time noticed that the dwarf was covered with blood, and there was still blood on the huge axe. Guerrerogen grinned and revealed his missing teeth ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ solved most of them. The rest ran away. He said in disgust. "After I killed the first fifty, they seemed to have lost faith." "

"Yes, but the price is too high! They burned the college to the ground! Think about all the lost knowledge." Bai En said with some pity.

"The college can be rebuilt, human." The dwarf tapped his head with a thick finger. "The knowledge is here. The masters and apprentices survived. Everything will continue."

Bai En sighed while looking at almost everything that was destroyed, but he suddenly noticed that the design drawings on the walls were affected by the explosion, but most of the contents could still be seen clearly. He ran there quickly, ripped off the blueprint, and carried it into his arms. Then I looked at the drawings on the workbench again and stuffed all the drawings I could get into my arms.

"Let's go and leave here. The guards will come right away." Guerrerogen frowned as Baien was doing everything.

Bai En looked at the pile of heavy documents on the workbench, then looked at the corridor leading to the other work areas, sighed, and nodded to the dwarf. They left wearily. Somewhere in the distance, the alarm bell has sounded.

Heskett raised his head from the brown silt pile and spit out a dirty sewage. He thought that at that time it was too close and uncomfortable. He was convinced that it was only because the jelly-like consistency of this part of the water absorbed the shock wave that he survived. It looks like everyone else is dead. However, he is still alive, which is the most important thing, he thinks while flapping the water with his paws and tail. All he had to do now was to find an explanation for the fiasco, and this abominable prophet Tangul would accept it. Because somehow, he was sure that Tangul would know all the work this night.