The Legend of Fatality

When they went through Borek-Fokker Beard's study, Bai En felt panic and curiosity. He wanted to know what attracted so many different dwarves to this remote place. He was worried about the consequences of this whole thing.

Looking at the huge industrial buildings outside the window, recalling the brutal behavior of the ratmen who wanted to occupy them, and seeing that there were a lot of craftsmanship and skills, he could hardly imagine that the dwarves were not serious about their mysterious purpose. It is easy to imagine how Guerrerogan and himself were involved.

Damn, Bai En scolded in his heart, not long ago, he even explicitly rejected the invitation of Grerogan. Tell yourself that I just came to see the black tower, but now I am starting to attend their meeting.

At this moment Borek raised his head and looked at him gleamingly. Ogsson stood in the far corner, turning a globe with his hands, and turned his back to the party, looking very amused. The old scholar smiled at them, please sit down. Because the dwarf's armchair was too close to the ground, Bai En had to stand.

After a moment of silence, Borek flipped through the documents on the table and used a feather pen to make a comment on a dwarf, like Niven. Then, he coughed a few times and cleared his throat, just as when Bai En was a lecturer at the Fatalin Spellcaster Academy, and then began to speak.

"I'm going to find the lost north fortress, the ruined Guntergrim Castle," he said straight away. When he glanced at Gray Logan, a look of challenge appeared in his eyes.

"You can't." Grerogan said coldly, with a bit of bitterness in his voice. "We tried it many years ago. We failed. These waste soils are impassable. Nothing can survive there intact. You know this as well as I do."

"I believe we have found a way."

Grey Logan snorted coldly, then shook his head in disbelief. "There will be no way. To achieve this, we sent the most well-equipped expedition ever, trying to force it through. You know how many of us survived. You, me, Snowry, and maybe others . But most of them are dead or crazy now. I tell you this is impossible. You know how many people died before the expedition. "

"You don't always think so, Gray Logan, Son of Ryan."

"I hadn't seen the waste land after the evil invasion."

"So don't you listen to what I want to say next?"

"No, no. I listen, old man. Say it, tell me what crazy plan you have. Maybe it will make me laugh."

The silence in the room was shocking. Bai En suspected that the dwarves were not used to hearing someone talk to the highly respected master scholar. In order to break the tension, he boldly asked: "Why are you going to this place? Is there anything special there?"

All eyes in the room turned to him. Finally, Borrek said, "Gantrim is one of the greatest cities of our people and the most powerful city on all lands in the North. It was the last large-scale evil invasion more than four hundred years ago It fell, just before what you called the 'religious Marnus' rule. "

"I am not a Marnus, I have said this before." Bai En knew ‘pious Marnus’, this emperor with the same name as the founder of the empire was also called Marnus VI.

"Sorry, I remembered it," Borrek said with apology. "So, where are you from? From the looks of it, it seems to be Tierya."

"I'm a Fatalin." Bai En replied, thinking for a while, and added. "It is the place on your map marked as Abian Island, which is now called Fatalin Island and is ruled by the Fatalin Association."

"That elven island? Are there really giants on it? I always wanted to see real giants, not those mutant monsters." Borek seemed to be caught in his own thoughts.

"Uh, there are no elves there, at least not now. But there are giants there," said Bai En scalply, and the other dwarves glared at him because he made Borek change the subject. "Let's continue to talk about Gunter Grimm."

"Oh, yes, yes. I'm sorry," Boreck also noticed that his subject had diverged. "On page 4,442 of the great Book of Hate, Volume 841, you can find the record of the blood debt owed by the evil followers of the Dark Forces. In the supplementary appendix In, we found records of the names of all the dead, and records of all the clan that was destroyed. The last message we got was that when evil gradually disappeared, Tanglim-Huoxu led his brave army to the castle Defensives that were doomed were defeated against the mighty army from the north. Since then, Gunter Grimm has no news, and no dwarves from our land can reach this place. "

"Why?" Bai En asked.

"The wasteland and wasteland created by the evil invasion kept moving forward, devouring all the land between Guntergrim and the Black Blood Pass."

"Then how do you know where to find it?"

"I brought the last news from Gunter Grimm." Borek bowed his head sadly. "This city used to be my home, Mr. Bain. I am a relative of King Tangalim. In those last terrible days, our enemies summoned a powerful demon, and we urgently need assistance. We draw, see Who will communicate our needs to our relatives. Me and my brothers have been chosen. We left the fortress through a secret route that only a few people know. Only me and my brother, Warwick ’s father, Varé K, traversing this wilderness. This was a difficult trek, and I do n’t want to recall it at the moment. When we arrived in the south, we found that there was also fierce warfare, and the battle was furious, and we did not receive any assistance. Then we found that there was no turning back . "

Bai En thought, could this dwarf be so old? He did look very old. Bai En knew that the dwarf lived longer than humans. Even so, this dwarf is at least ten times his age, and may even be older, which is a shocking idea. Then he had another idea.

"If these waste soils are so deadly, how can you survive through them without going back?" Asked Bai En.

"It seems that you are a skeptic, Mr. Bai En. I have to convince you. Well, I can only say that in our days of escape, waste land has just begun to form, and the influence of evil forces has not been that great. When When we tried to return, the forces of evil had become so powerful that this land was no longer accessible. Now, if you allow me to continue— "

Bai En realized that he had interrupted the old dwarf and asked him to repeat what everyone was familiar with. He suddenly felt embarrassed. "Of course. Please forgive me," he said.

"Tell us about the lost treasure," Augerson interjected.

The second interruption made Borek look unhappy. He quickly glanced at the businessman. Bai En saw the light flashing in the eyes of the miser. This is a kind of almost crazy thing. Bai En now knows enough about the dwarves, and now finally understands its essence: the gold rush. Suddenly, it is no longer a secret why Ogson had to invest in this task. He was in a frantic craving for gold, which sometimes overwhelmed even the smartest dwarves.

"Yes, when this city fell, a lot of Guntergrim ’s treasures were lost, and all the treasures were lost. Among all the lost treasures, the most precious thing was the hammer of destiny, personally King Tanglim The powerful weapon made, and the axe of Master Rune. "

At this time, Borek turned to look at Bai En. "These things we are talking about are only known by the dwarf or dwarf friend Brian. Grerogan, son of Sol Ryan, has spoken for you, but now I must ask you to promise me, except for one dwarf ’s true bloodline or another dwarf friend You ca n’t talk to anyone about anything here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If you feel that you ca n’t make a commitment on this matter, we will understand, but we must ask you to leave this meeting. "

Bai En suddenly felt that he had reached a realm, a critical point. If he crossed this critical point, his life would change dramatically. He felt that if he agreed to stay, to some extent, he was tacitly accepting any crazy plans that these dwarves were implementing. At the same time, he had to admit that he was very interested in the topic under discussion, such as this story about the lost city, ancient wars, ancient resentment and a lot of treasures. He is of course curious-of course, there is no harm in just listening.

"I assure you," he said, almost before he realized he had said this.

"Good. Then I will continue." Borek nodded and said.

Somehow, Bai En expects more than that. He thought someone would ask him to swear, or, as he did to Grerogan in an epic drinking war, seal the relationship between them with blood. On the surface, for a person who is about to be brought into the lost secrets of an ancient race, their understanding of his simple words seems too arbitrary. There must be some subconscious surprise on his face, because Borek smiled at him.

"What you say is enough for us, Mr. Bai En. Among our people, the words of the warriors are sacred, stronger than stone and more immortal than the mountains. We will not ask for anything more. This pledge, then what is the benefit of taking an oath in front of the altar, or something else.

Bai En realized that disagreement would only affect him badly, so when the old scholar continued to speak, he wisely kept silent.