The Legend of Fatality

Warwick drew a smooth black sphere from his robe. A strange metal device seemed to be stuck to the top. He gave it to Bai En, and Bai En looked at it carefully. It is much more refined than expected, but unlike the altar bomb of the Fatalin Society, it looks like a place to activate the organ, and it seems that if you pull the clip on it, it will loosen.

"Be careful," Warwick said. "This is a detonator. If you pull it, it will pull the flint, and the flint will ignite the detonator's fuse. You have about four heartbeats to throw it, and--boom!"

Bai En watched it cautiously, as far as he knew, this kind of thing was very dangerous in itself.

"boom?"

"It just exploded. The shrapnel is everywhere. This is assuming that the fuze is ignited. Sometimes it won't. Actually, it will happen about half of the time, but it is very clever. Very, very accidentally, they will be for no reason The earth exploded. It almost never happened. But you must be reminded that Broly lost a hand like this. It must be replaced with a hook. "

Bane quickly returned the bomb to Warwick, who pushed the bomb back into his robe pocket. He began to think that this gentle dwarf was even crazier than he looked. Maybe all dwarves are. Thinking that he was still on a bumpy carriage with a bomb that could explode at any time, and three lunatics, Bai En felt sad when he was in place. What made him fall to such a degree?

"Mackason made this, you know. He is very good at this kind of thing."

"Mackason. Mackay-Mackason?" Asked Gray Logan. "That lunatic!"

Bai En stared at Gray Logan with a stunned look. He was not sure whether he wanted to see the Mackason. Anyone who can be described by Guerrerogen as a lunatic must be crazy. In fact, becoming a lunatic by Guerrerogan is probably a sort of praise. Guerrerogen captured Bai En's eyes sharply.

"Mackason believes he can make things heavier than air. He thinks he can make things fly."

"The rotor will fly," Snowry chirped sharply. "Snowry was on a frame. Then it fell out. The head was on the ground. No damage."

"Not a gyroplane. The bigger thing! He also built ships! Ships! For a dwarf, this is an abnormal interest. I hate ships, just like I hate elves!"

Just when Bane thought about whether this Mackason was a lunatic or a genius, and what a rotorcraft was. Warwick's words interrupted his thinking.

"He built the largest steam ship in history," Warwick said with great pride. "A ship that never sinks. There are two hundred steps. It weighs five hundred tons. It has a steam-powered Gatling turret. There are more than three hundred dwarf crew and thirty engineers on board. It can take ten nautical miles per hour. Sailing at speed. Its paddle stirs the sea water into foam, and its pennant flutters in the breeze, which is really an impressive sight. "

This sounds really impressive, and Bai En thought, he suddenly realized to what extent the dwarves had put this strange skill they called ‘engineering’ into play. Like others on Fatalin Island, the speed of ten nautical miles per hour is definitely not slow for a ship of this size, and the turret sounds scary.

Like everyone else in the Marnus Empire, Brian knew about the steam tank, especially after seeing the tank in person at the Heidelberg School of Engineering. This armored vehicle is the vanguard of the powerful army of the Marnus Empire.

But the thing in Warwick's mouth sounds like it makes the steam tank look like a child's toy. However, if it was so impressive, he wondered why he had never heard of it?

"What happened to the ship that never sank? Where is it now?" Bai En asked curiously. "I never seem to have heard of it."

The dwarves were silent for a moment in embarrassment, and the three looked at each other.

"Uh, it sank," Warwick said at last.

Snowry added: "It hit a rock the first time it went out to sea."

"Some people claimed that the boiler exploded," Warwick continued.

"All the people were killed at sea," Snowry added again, with the almost happy expression on the face of the dwarf when facing the worst news.

"Except for Mackason. He was later picked up by a boat driven by humans. He was thrown out in the explosion and grabbed a wooden pole tightly in the sea."

"Then he built a flying ship." Gray Logan said, the irony of rage was evident in his voice.

"Yes. Mackason built a flying boat," Snowry said.

"Indestructible," Warwick added.

Bai En tried to imagine a ship flying. In theory he can do it. In his mind, he saw the ‘Flying Antelope’ that he once owned and now belongs to the association. Its sails were full, the oars were retracted and floated in the air. Maybe powerful magic can indeed do this. But he guessed that the dwarf's boat must not be like that, and he did start to wonder.

"This is really amazing," Warwick explained. "It's as big as a sailing boat. A wrought iron dome. The fuselage has almost a hundred steps. It can fly at a speed of one hundred miles per hour-of course when flying downwind."

"What happened?" Bai En asked subconsciously, an ominous premonition implied that he already knew the answer.

"It crashed," Snowry said.

"Crosswind and some pressurized gas leaks," Warwick added. "There is still a big bang."

"Kill everyone on board."

"Except for Mackason," Warwick said seriously, as if it made a big difference. He seems to think this is important. "He was dumped and fell on the tops of some trees. They saved his life, but broke both of his legs. Over the next two years, he had to use crutches. Anyway, there were some problems when this indestructible thing started. What can you expect? This is just the first sea trial. But Mackason has now sorted them out. "

"Initial question?" Guerrero said disdainfully. "Twenty excellent dwarf engineers were killed, including guild leader Master Yuri. Do you call this the" initial problem "? Mackason should shave his beard and head."

"Yes, he did so." Warwick said. "After he was expelled from the guild. You know, he couldn't face humiliation. They gave him a retirement ceremony. It's a pity. My uncle said he was the best engineer ever. He said that Makkason was a genius.

"A genius who killed other dwarves."

Bane was thinking about the fact that Mackason should shave his beard. "Are you saying that Mackason has also become an oath-taker?" He asked Warwick.

"Yes. Of course it is. Despite this, he is still engaged in engineering. He said he will prove that his theory is correct, or he will die from trying."

"I bet he will." Guerrero said somberly.

Bai En did not continue to listen to the dwarf's conversation. He is competing with another more troublesome idea. Counting Gray Logan and Snowry, there are three oath takers in this place. What does Warrick's uncle want to do? A task that requires three oath takers doesn't sound good. In fact, this sounds like suicide, although their destination sounds like suicide. Suddenly, what Warwick had said earlier clearly emerged in Bane's mind, even penetrating the terrible mist caused by his hangover.

"You just said you heard something running," Bai En said, remembering the little figure he saw in the bush. He began to have terrible doubts about the matter. "On your way to meet Grerogan and me."

Warwick nodded. "Only at night, when we camped."

"You don't know what caused it?"

"No. Maybe a fox."

"Have you checked? Did the fox see you?"

"No."

"Then the fox will not run away so easily, or make such an obvious noise."

"Maybe a mouse," Warwick was a little uncertain. "A big mouse."

"A big mouse!" Bai En nodded. This is exactly what he did not want to hear. He glanced at Gray Logan to see if the dwarf was thinking about what he was thinking, but the dwarf tilted his head back and stared blankly at the sky. He seemed to be immersed in his thoughts, not even noticing the conversation.

The mouse made Bai En think of only one thing, which worried him. They reminded him of the ratmen in Heidelberg. Do those **** ratmen even follow him here? This is not a comforting idea.

That night, Bai En sat by the fire, listening to the mules' screams. The wolf howl occasionally from the darkness and the distance made them nervous. Bai En stood up and touched the waist of a mule closest to him with his hand, trying to calm it down, and then returned to the place where others slept.

All day long, they followed this path that stretched to Skeleton Mountain, and the result was as desolate and tedious as its name implies. There are no trees around, only mossy rocks and small weedy hills. Fortunately, Warwick wanted to bring firewood, otherwise they would spend a more uncomfortable night while camping outside. Despite the hot weather, the mountain is still very cold.

Dinner was bread and large pieces of hard cheese bought at the Inn in Gunters Broome. Later, they sat around the fire, all three dwarfs lit the pipe. In this quiet entertainment, they heard howling from a wolf in the distance. Bai En found that this kind of conversation between wolves is less frustrating than the conversation between dwarves. The dialogue between the dwarves always seems to revolve around ancient resentments, tragic stories of long-suffering suffering and epic drinking spree. Although the howling sound was terrible, it at least overshadowed the dwarf's snoring. Bai En pumped the last short straw and won the very suspicious first vigil opportunity.

He tried not to look into the fire, his eyes kept staring in the dark, so as not to destroy his night vision ability. He was very worried. He had been thinking about those ratmen. When he thought of those fierce and evil ratmen, he was full of worry. He remembers meeting them at the Battle of Heidelberg, which was like a nightmare scene-fighting human-sized humanoid mice in the dark.

The most terrible thing is that they are organized in a poor imitation of human civilization. They have their own culture, their own evil technology. They have armies and cutting-edge weapons, and in some respects are more advanced than anything humans have ever produced. When they rushed out of the sewer to attack Heidelberg, Brian saw them.

He could still imagine the group of monsters rushing over the burning building and attacking anything blocking their path with a spear. He clearly remembered the green flames from their magic stone flamethrowers illuminating the night, and the sizzling sounds of human flesh when they were swallowed by the hot spray.

He shook his head gently, trying to shake those memories out of his head and let his mind change direction. The scene of meeting the smiling peasant girl in the field came to life vividly in his mind. He wanted to know what she was doing now. But he also accepted the fact that he would never even know her name, just as she would never know his name. There are too many such encounters in the world. Opportunity never becomes the correct result. A romantic story that died before they had a chance to continue. He wondered if he would meet another woman who could really touch him.

He thought about these things attentively, and it took a while to realize that he heard a slight rustle, the sound of paws rubbing against hard rock. He put his body on the ground, and then looked around carefully, suddenly worried that he might feel the pain caused by a poisonous knife in his back at any time. However, when he moved a little, the sound of scraping stopped.

He didn't move at all ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ held his breath for a while, then the sound started again. there. The sound came from the right. As he gazed in that direction, he could see the twinkling red eyes and the black outlines getting closer and closer to the ridge. He pulled the sword out of the scabbard. When ‘Feng Soul’ was in his hands, he felt more relaxed than ever. He was about to shout out warnings to others, and suddenly a huge howling charge burst out. He recognized that it was Grerogan's voice.

There was a strange animal scent in the air, which Bai En had smelled before. The mouse-like stuff immediately turned and ran away. The dwarf rushed into the darkness, the runes on his huge axe glowing in the night, followed by Snowry's thorns. Bai En wanted to catch up with them, but his eyes could not see as clearly as the dwarves' eyes in the dark. When Warwick came to him with a dangerous black bomb in his hand, he was startled. The firelight reflected on the dwarf's glasses, turning his eyes into two burning fireballs.

Before Bai En had been trying to find an opportunity to stay away from the dwarves, they stood side by side for a long time, waiting to hear the sound of battle, expecting to see a large group of ratmen suddenly rushing over. But in the end, the only sound they heard was the stomping of the boots when Guerrerogan and Snowy came back.

"Humph, Ratman," Guerrero snorted contemptuously.

"They ran away." Snowry said disappointedly. They treated the incident as if nothing unfortunate had happened, returned to their place by the fire, and lay down to continue to sleep. Bai En envy them. He knew that even if his vigil time had ended, he was not going to sleep tonight.

When he thought that these ratmen might still be in darkness, he was completely sleepless.