The Legend of Fatality

"I don't like you," the man said, slumped in his chair. "I really don't like you."

"Ah, yeah. I don't like you either." Bai En said helplessly, "You are drunk, go home!"

"This is a pub! My copper plate is as good as others'. I want to go home whenever I want. I don't want to obey orders from people like you."

"Excellent!" Bai En immediately changed his mind. "Then stay."

"Don't talk to me. If I want, I will go back." Bai En was tired of this kind of thing. He had also seen such drunks before: aggressive, self-satisfied and self-seeking. Unfortunately, Bai En is usually the chief candidate they choose. They always choose him as the target. He suspected that they were too afraid of Guerrerogan and other bodyguards.

However, Bai En is not sure whether these drunks are afraid of being split into pieces by the dwarf's axe or afraid of being stabbed by others. Maybe, Bai En touched his face, maybe because of his appearance, when a person does not have abscesses, tumors, carbuncles, herpes, strange tattoos or other things that can completely destroy the appearance, this person may More easily accepted.

If you think so, Bai En does have a pretty face here, especially compared with this ugly group of guys, in addition to the scars around the eyes and some traces of wind and frost, it can even be said to be quite Exquisite. Thinking of this, Bai En smiled self-deprecatingly. In fact, as long as you have a clean enough face here, this place is considered attractive enough, because only those nobles have time and energy to guarantee this. point.

However, this person is familiar. Even in this dark corner of the tavern, his rough features and thick body looked familiar. In the past few days, since Brian returned from Mr. Ostwald's meeting, he has been there several times.

"Alyssa is my girlfriend," said the drunkard. "You are far away from her."

Oh, of course. It turned out that this was the farm boy who used to go out with Eliza. No wonder he always comes here.

"I think Elisa can decide who she wants to see."

"No, she can't. She is too sweet, too kind to people. It's too easy to be induced. Any smart city man, with a slick mouth and a beautiful cloak, can make her turn her head. Come."

Bai En saw the role he wanted to play. He was the ruthless tempter who played the female miserable girl who led the poor peasant girl astray.

"You have seen too many Wolfgang-Goethe dramas," said Bai En, and the farm boy in front of him seemed to substitute himself into a certain tragic character.

"What? What do you call me?"

"I didn't call you anything!" Bai En shouted helplessly. For this kind of illiterate, any slightly tasteful words are for the cow.

"Yes, you said it. I heard it."

Bai En saw the man punching in the distance. The man was drunk and acted slowly. He raised his hand to block it. His forearm was severely beaten and was hurt. This man is much stronger than he thought.

"Asshole!" Hans shouted. "I want to make you look good."

He kicked Bai En's calf with a kick. Bai En felt a sharp pain. He counterattacked subconsciously with his right hand, and his fist slammed into Hans' jaw. For someone who can do nothing about it, this is probably the best punch he has ever played. Hans fell to the ground like a cow whose head was crushed by a hammer.

The crowd around applauded. Bai En turned around and bowed ironically, and then he saw Elisa looking at him with horrified eyes.

"Bai En, you beast!" She said, walking past him, hugged Hans' head, and put his head on her knees.

"Oh, Hans, what did the barbarian do to you?"

As long as she glanced at her, Bai En knew that any explanation of what happened was useless. Bai En scratched his face and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Judging from similar plots in the books he had seen before, the young man named Hans seems to eventually succeed in winning back the beloved girl.

However, what surprised Baen even more was that it seemed that he didn't feel sad or lost, which was very strange.

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"I hope you have discovered more of the founder's tricks?" Tangul's voice showed some anger and impatience. In the past few days, Luck-Snake Tongue has spent a considerable amount of money from the Prophet's treasure trove, but still finds nothing. The little rat man coughed gaspingly.

"Yes, yes, the smartest master. I have discovered it."

"Okay! Okay! Tell me-hurry, hurry!"

"This is not good, the most forgiving master."

"What? What?" Tangul leaned forward, glaring at the little ratman as he flinched. Few people can bear the prophet ’s red-eye gaze, especially when he is fit to use it.

"Unfortunately, the evil founder may have implemented their plan."

Cold anger grabbed Tangul's heart. "Go on!"

"My own flesh and blood overheard the master taming animal's gloating. It seems that a grain ship carrying the secret weapons of the founder clan will arrive in the city of humanity tonight. Once it arrives, the city Will fall. He knows that this is related to the city ’s food supply, but he is not sure what. The founder clan has high technical requirements, and they have their own names for many things. "

"May the devil bite the gut in your stomach! Did he hear anything?"

"It's just that the barge has been painted black to avoid human eyes, and it will arrive tonight. It may even have been reached this way, the greatest master."

Tangur's hair was erected. What can he do? He can mobilize his army and intervene, but that would mean openly fighting against the caster clan, and every instinct possessed by the Prophet Tangul would oppose this. What if he summoned his army, but they failed to find the ship? Tangul would become a laughing stock, which he could not bear. There is no time to waste. He knew that urgent and desperate measures were needed now.

He quickly reached for the pen and parchment and hurriedly wrote a hasty message. "Take this in the cave where the dwarf and the human Bane live. Make sure they get it-and be quick! You go to send it yourself!"

"Pro-pro ... personally send, the most respected ratman?" Luck-Snake tongue was startled by the order of the Prophet Tangul and almost bit himself nervously. With a hint of hope, he tried to confirm the order again.

"Yes, send it in person." Tangul made it clear from his tone that he would not tolerate any arguments. "Go. Quick! Quick! Run fast! No time to waste!"

"I'll do it right away, the most powerful master!" Luck-Snake tongue turned around and ran out of the room, hoping he could think of a safe idea on the road.

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Villebris-Nule raised his head, his eyes filled with cold hatred. He coughed a few times, but his cough disappeared into the dry cough made by other ratmen in the corridor. Now his patience has finally paid off. His long wait near Tangul's den finally paid off. Somehow, Villebris-Nule knew that the Prophet Tangul was the man behind the failure of his elaborate plan. So at this time, where is this little Luck-Snake Tongue going? The abbey knows that there is only one way to find the answer.

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"He picked it up first!" Said Bai En, and he knew his voice sounded like a grumble. He glanced around the room where they lived, and his eyes were attracted by the large bag of clothes sent by the tailor's shop. He hadn't had time to open the parcel.

"You just say that." Elisa said stubbornly. "I think you are a bully. You like to hurt people like poor Hans."

"Poor Hans put a steak-sized bruise on my calf!" Bai En said angrily.

"You hit him, deserve it." Elisa snorted. Bai En shook his head in frustration. He was about to let himself jump into the deeper water when a sudden window slammed open. When the broken glass fell like raindrops, Baien rushed to Eliza, trying to cover her. Fortunately, not much fell on them. Bai En stood up and scanned the room in the dim light. There was a dark and bulky thing lying on the floor.

He pulled out his sword with a stab, and stabbed it. Nothing happened.

"What is this?" Elisa said, standing up tremblingly, wrapping her pajamas tightly.

"I don't know." Bai En said, leaning down to look more closely. While doing so, he recognized the shape of the thing. He thought he also recognized the thing that wrapped it. "It's a brick wrapped in paper."

"What? Again is the young Earl of Sturge. He and his close friends always break the window when drunk!"

"I don't think so," Bai En said, carefully opening the brick wrapping paper. It was a thick and rough piece of parchment paper, just like the parchment paper with messages from all the other ratmen. Bai En sighed, and trouble came again. He turned to look at Elisa, but perhaps this time the trouble freed him from another bigger trouble. He couldn't believe that he had just jumped into trouble with no solution just now. He opened the letter and read:

Friends-The Black Ship brings the end to Ni's city! It's late, with a real death! This is a broken barge of grain, can't stop the test! Ni must stop it! Go fast! Quick ! Night is running out! They will destroy your soldiers!

Bai En stood up, UU reading www.uukanshu. com began to wear clothes. "Go and bring me some papers! I will send a letter to the palace. Move! Hurry up!"

The sense of urgency in his voice forced Eliza to leave the room without asking any more questions.

Lake-Snake Tongue rubbed his paws together and thanked the devil. His news arrived, and most importantly, he managed to avoid being broken into pieces by the dwarf's dreadful axe. He threw the brick into the window of what he believed to be Bai En ’s room. After a few minutes, he saw all the lights in the tavern turned on. It did n’t take long for the human and the dwarf to hold weapons and lit lanterns Run out of the tavern gate.

Did a good job, he said to himself with satisfaction, and then stood up ready to go. He sniffed hard and tried to clean his nose. He doesn't feel very comfortable, and has been feeling uncomfortable for the past few days. He did not know if he was infected with a new strange disease, which is said to be very popular in the camp of the Ratmen Army. This disease is strikingly similar to the plague encountered by humans. Luck-Snakes eagerly hoped he didn't get sick. He is still young and has many things to do. If he died without achieving these goals, it would be unfair.

At this time, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and a terrible bubbling voice whispered in his ear: "You have to tell me what you have done! Everything! Quick! Quick!"

Even if the nostrils were filled with a thick mass of snot, Lek-Snake Tongue could smell the suffocating stench-from Villebris-Nule.