The Legend of Fatality

"After the terrible events in Heidelberg, I was already famous in the empire, at least around Heidelberg. This also led to the fact that when we traveled north, most of the time we could only choose the path to avoid bounty hunters coming to us."

"The task entrusted to me by the Fatalin Association is very simple. I signed a new trade agreement with Kaslov in the Northern Kingdom, requesting more detailed protection of the interests of the Association to the greatest extent. After all, there is now the Association except Heidelberg after the disaster. The largest food dumping place and the association's largest liquor sales place, it is said that the potato vodka made by Antalatem was extremely popular there. "

“Considering the weather conditions there, I understand this. And considering that this kind of wine only needs to be transported from Fatalin Island, it can be sold after being mixed with three times the water in the local area. Its transportation cost is extremely low, which makes the price very suitable. And reducing the degree of water mixing can be sold to local nobles at a higher price. "

"Because of its low price, civilians in other places also like to drink some wine in the tavern that the bartender adds more water, but the nobles almost disdain. After all, considering Burtania, Margaret Tower and even Bill Barry have their own unique wines. Fatalin Island is almost the only wine that can be easily compared with the wines in the above places. The only advantage is the price. "

"Of course, there are actually two very popular wines in Fatalin Island. One is the honey ale brewed by the former Golden Shield Dwarf. Each drop is as thick as honey hanging in the cup. But even if you do n’t consider the price This wine dwarf is not willing to sell it on a large scale. Basically, less than one hundred barrels are supplied to the Fatalin Association every year. Most of the associations are also used as hospitality guests or banquets. "

"The other is a pale ale made from Southern Dwarfs called" Golden Sand ". It is divided into two flavors, one is a pale yellow ale without any flavoring, and the other is a variety of Nuts, with a nutty taste and a pleasant taste. Although this beer has enough production, it is also popular in Fatalin Island. It is in short supply among the island ’s residents, and most of the output is produced by the island ’s residents (mainly dwarves) Self) consumed. "

"Speaking of which, it's time to talk about my companion. My companion received the letter from the dwarf and was filled with a strange expectation in his heart. Because he hated boats, we could only go along the road. And when He seemed very happy when we were wearily moving towards the goal. During the long weeks of travel, neither the threat of robbers, aberrations, nor beasts discouraged him. He hardly wanted to stop to eat, let alone Ordinarily, he hardly wants to stop and drink. Believe me, I never imagined that Grey Rogan would be uninterested in beer one day. While answering my questions, I only mentioned vaguely, fate, old debt and black. tower."

"Yes, that's right, Black Tower. If I'm not convinced that I heard the word, I would definitely not follow him to the north. Okay, I admit, I still follow him with high probability, but I will do my best. To stop him. Well, well, I ’m lying to myself, I will still follow him, maybe I ’ve been infected by his madness, maybe just curious, who knows. "

"But anyway, I personally still don't like the North, mainly because of the weather. My spells will be severely discounted in cold weather. You can imagine how funny it is that the blood spell is frozen in the snow after it is released. And in my impression, the northerners are quite rude. Considering the performance of the Marnus empire who thought they were quite gentle in Heidelberg, I suspect that I do n’t know enough about the degree of rudeness of the northerners. Of course, I have also seen Kaslov ’s mercenaries, but people generally converge in foreign countries, do n’t they? "

"For myself, I am full of anxiety and self-blame. I do n’t know what happened to Elisa, and I feel sorry for the difference between me and Falheim. I never thought how long it would take before I could Seeing him again, and under such strange circumstances. I did not expect how far the journey from Heidelberg will take us to the end after choosing to go by land instead of by boat. Our final destination will be How terrible. "

——From "Bai En Diary", Volume Five

"You spilled my beer," Guerrerogan said angrily not far away.

Bai En believes that if the person who just overturned the hip flask had some reason, the threatening tone of the dwarf's low, hoarse voice would make him immediately choose to avoid the next fight and choose to apologize. But the mercenary was drunk, and he had nearly ten rude-looking companions at his table, and a mate who was giggling in the tavern waiting for him to please. For those who only grow to the height of his shoulders, he will not give in, even if the width of that person is almost twice his.

"So? What are you going to do, Stapoliti?" The mercenary replied with a sneer.

Bai En understood, but he was not sure whether the dwarf understood, but considering the tone of the mercenary, it should be possible for individuals to hear the meaning of the word. However, Bai En still wanted to explain that the word Stpoliti refers to the underdeveloped people in the Marnus Empire, but they rarely use this word to really call the underdeveloped humans, and most of them are used to refer specifically to The dwarf race, the halfling race, or in situations like this, foolishly tried to use the term to refer to a dwarf.

Considering that all three are not tall, but considering the dwarf ’s muscular development, especially the heavy armor that the dwarf mercenaries usually wear, which weighs 60 to 100 pounds, this mercenary should really drink A lot of wine. But Bai En thought about it, maybe it's because Grerogan didn't wear that thick armor, maybe the other party thought he was some kind of "weak" in the dwarf race? Bai En glanced at the dwarf's bulging muscles like a mountain and sighed, guessing that the other party might be blind.

Grey Logan stared at the spreading beer on the table for a moment with regret and annoyance. Then he turned around in his seat, looked at the mercenaries, and touched the huge hair crown above his head with his hand, which was high on his tattooed scalp. His slatted armor resembled a vest. In a quite precise movement for a drunken man, Guerrerogan rubbed his eyes, patted his cheeks, then crossed his fingers, broke his knuckles-and then slammed out with a right fist.

This is not the best punch that Bai En has ever seen. In fact, it has too many preludes, which are both clumsy and unscientific. Despite this, the dwarf's fist is as large as the ham's cut, and the arm holding the fist is as thick as the trunk. No matter what it hits, it will suffer. The man's nose broke and a disgusting crackling sound was made. The mercenary flew back to his own table. He lay unconscious on the floor covered with sawdust. Red blood spewed from his nostrils.

Bai En frowned. It seemed that the power of this punch was not as great as he thought. The flying distance and trajectory of the mercenary were too low. He looked again, and after careful consideration, Bai En determined from his drunkenness that with the follow-up effect of this punch, this move must have worked. In fact, considering the amount of beer the dwarf drank, the wine here proved quite good. Well, Bai En admitted that his thoughts began to float.

"Who else wants to taste the fist?" Guerrogan asked drunkenly, then glared fiercely at the remaining mercenaries. "Or are you all as weak as you seem?"

Hearing this, the mercenary buddies stood up from the bench, spilled frothy beer on the table, and lifted the girls in the tavern from their knees. Without waiting for them to pounce on him, the dwarf stood up staggeringly and pounced on them. He pinched the throat of a nearest mercenary, pulled his head forward, and hit him with his head. The man fell like a cow chopped to death by an axe.

Bai En took another sip of sour wine from the hotel to help him continue to think. He had already had a few drinks, but what about that? It was a long and difficult journey all the way to Gunters Bloom. Ever since Grerogan received the mysterious letter calling them to this tavern, they have been moving nonstop and have hardly rested along the way.

For a while, Bai En wanted to reach into the dwarf's backpack and take out the letter to take a closer look, but he already knew it was a futile effort. The letter was written with the strange rune that the dwarf likes best. According to the standards of this world, Bai En is definitely a well-educated person, but he can't read this strange language, especially Bai En suspects that the content has been encrypted. Maybe it wasn't, and Bai En couldn't confirm this. He felt frustrated by his ignorance, so he straightened his long legs, yawned, and focused his attention on the fight.

It has been brewing all night. The local boys have been staring at them since they entered the world of ‘hounds and carriages’. From the beginning, they said something unpleasant to the appearance of Grey Rogan. This time, Guerrerogan didn't seem to notice at all, which was very unusual. Usually, he was as sensitive as the penniless Duke of Tirya, and as violent as the weasel with a toothache. However, since receiving this message, he became lonely, and besides becoming very excited, he paid little attention to everything around him. All he did all night was guarding the door, as if waiting for someone he knew to come.

At first, Bai En was very worried about a fighting incident. After all, considering the name of the carriage hotel, I knew that it was a hotel that specially provided services for mercenaries and carriagemen. In the case of a large number of opponents, if Bai En doesn't want to be beaten, he might have to kill him. But after a few glasses of dry red wine from Tirya, he quickly calmed him down. He had doubted whether anyone would be so stupid as to start with the dwarf. But he did not take into account the local ignorance. After all, this is a small town leading to Talbesheim. How could they know who Guerrerogan is?

In fact, considering the identity of the two, Bai En hopes that his popularity will not spread here. After all, bounty hunters do n’t care if their prey is alive or dead ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Maybe it ’s better to die, after all, it ’s more convenient to carry a head than a living person, is n’t it?

At this time, Guerrerogan punched another man in the stomach. When the air exhaled from his lungs, his opponent bent down. The dwarf took the opportunity to grab his hair and threw his chin **** the edge of the table. Noticing that the mercenary was still moving, the dwarf kept pounding the edge of the table with the head of his moaning victim, until he lay still, looking strangely down on the pool of blood, spit, beer, and broken teeth in.

Two more burly warriors rushed forward, each grabbing one of the dwarves' arms. Guerrerogan vigorously, roared with contempt, and threw one of them to the ground. When he fell to the ground, the dwarf thrust his heavy boots into his groin. The pub was full of sharp screams and inhalations. Bai Enjian's face twitched a little, hoping that this foot would also retain fertility for this poor fellow.

After all this was done, Grerogan turned his attention to another fighter, and they wrestled. Slowly, although the man was half as tall as Grerogan, the dwarf's great power began to show. He pushed his opponent to the ground, sat across his chest, and then slowly and methodically punched his head until he lost consciousness. The last mercenary rushed to the door, except for the few people who had discovered that he had escaped wrongly—but it was then that he ran into another dwarf. The new dwarf took a step back, and then gave him a precise punch, knocking him to the ground.

Bai En confirmed again, at first thinking that he had hallucinations. In this part of the world, it seems impossible to have another oath taker. But now Grerogan is also looking at this strange dwarf.