The Legend of Fatality

Jahar Zadris pushed his mount forward. Gromas has the shape of a horse, but it is not a pure natural horse. A vulgar beast can never bear the horror aura projected by God's elect.

The wings of this beast are dark gray, covered with rough scales. Its hoof has a steel-like luster, and under the thick armor, its eyes burn like coal. He is wider and taller than a naturally born horse. Gromas is a completely unnatural creation, cultivated in the caves of the world's northernmost beastmasters, and raised by living human flesh. Its teeth are sharp and sharp like those of carnivorous animals, and it moves very well and easily.

Despite being too old for the chosen person, too indulging in cruelty, and not sentimental, Jahar Zadris still established some kind of connection with this monster. There is a kind of clever malicious in the blood of the war horse, he has begun to appreciate this malicious. This chosen person likes to feed it with the still warm corpse of the person killed by Gromas. So it has never been short of food.

The column went roundabout all the way south, neither hurried nor procrastinated. The Heavy Armored Corps is confident that they will be invincible and has made good progress. But there is no need to speed up. It turns out that everything they encounter is nothing but a little interference with their mission.

Two days ago, a group of exhausted militia members tried to ambush, but even by human standards, they were absent-minded and very sad. Jahar Zadris let the believers behind him slaughter them. Some of them also like to eat human flesh, so it is worth throwing some leftovers at them from time to time.

The fact is that the Marnus empire was unprepared and torn apart by suspicion and the plague, not to mention the Seven-Port Alliance, which has suddenly risen in recent years. Its army spans vast territory, trying to fight a stronger army from the east. Yes, Jahar Zadris knows that if he is replaced by him, he will also be more guarded against the Gaitan Empire in the East, and they have been eager to move.

At the same time, Jahar Zadris also wanted to know whether the more important imperial giants knew his progress. He hopes so. Sooner or later, his warriors need a tougher test. Their discipline is very good, controlled by the strict rules of fear he enforces, but they need more valuable blood to stay interested. When this team penetrated into the land of the weak human emperor, he believed that a regular army would soon come to deal with him. He grew tired of killing these weak farmers.

But he did not want to meet the people of the Seven Ports Alliance, or their ship. The ships were different from those he had seen before, bigger and more artillery. Even his army cannot fight them at sea. But he also has a way to deal with them. They like to chase long ships at sea, so let them chase them.

The last barbarian king thought he could defeat the Seven Harbors Alliance, as his ancestors did, driving a long boat from the north to the coast of the Marnus Empire, then landed to **** everything, and finally took The loot returns to his hometown. The Seven Ports Union taught him a lesson. Nearly 600 fleets of long ships sank in the sea. It did not even cause much damage to the fleet of the Seven Ports Alliance.

Stupid, Jahar Zadris has never seen a ship like that, but he knows that when he encounters something he hasn't seen, he should first send some hands down to try it out. Instead of betting on all of your family.

He is much smarter than the dead barbarian king, or at least more normal. Perhaps this is why God will choose himself as his electorate. He initially began to try how many longships would attract the Seven Harbor Alliance's hunt, initially thirty, then twenty, until he discovered that even a dozen or even a few longships would attract Seven Harbor Alliance's hunt It was until I could choose another route to the Marnus Empire, a route that relied on legs instead of paddles.

Moreover, the big ships of the Seven Ports Alliance have a shortcoming. They are sea ships. They rely too much on sails. Long ships can rely on multiple slaves to ensure speed. In the headwinds, the other party cannot catch up with the long ship. And if the other party dares to send those boats, they will eat them back, yes, in the true sense.

Of course, the other party will also become smarter. The Seven Ports Alliance only relies on the Clippers to determine the direction and position of the longships, ensuring that they are difficult to escape from the pursuit. But what about that? It was just a trick, and the fleet of the Seven Ports Alliance was almost all trapped in the sea because of this little trick. that's enough.

On both sides of the tinkling, swaying cylinders, the earth is turning into piles of low hills. A large swamp after the black land makes this road very dangerous. The yellow grass grows in clusters like fangs, and the gray horizon is sparsely dotted with slender black trees.

In this deserted and desolate place, there is hardly anything worth noting. His eyesight was enhanced, but no trace of magic was found. This is a forgotten place. If it had been inhabited before, it would have been abandoned long ago. When he was riding, the shriveled crows echoed in the empty sky. The more he saw, the more he liked it.

No one will find them marching, only these weeds, trees and crows know. Only when they are suddenly in the territory of the Marnus Empire will someone find them.

They walked along a weedy, bumpy path, bypassing a long hillside. When he turned around the corner and the front view appeared in front of him, Jahar Zadris found the man riding the horse in front. Alone, waiting patiently.

"Wait here!" He said sharply, raising his iron-gloved hand and clenching his fists.

The soldiers behind him immediately stopped advancing. Commands were issued on the entire front, and the entire team stopped moving. Once the armor's clanking sound was reduced while moving, there was no further sound. His troops stood silently.

Jahar Zadris kicked Gromas's ribs fiercely, and the beast took a step forward. The selected person approaches the other party. He was tall, wearing gorgeous fur clothes, holding a black metal cane in his hand, and sitting on a strong horse, but compared with the huge armor of the "God's Voter" riding on the horse It looks very short.

His horse stomped nervously, but he still couldn't move. Jahar Zadris thought that it must be used to such a party. The rider looked up at him coldly. If this person had any fear, he did not show it. His strong physique is like a warrior, although his best years may have passed.

Jahar Zadris could find some traces of obvious elven blood on his face. And can feel the existence of witchcraft. The man apparently had close contact with black magic in some form not long ago. Of course, this is expected.

"How do you know where to find me?" Jahar Zadris said, and his mutated lips curled up awkwardly again into a stiff shape that could speak human language.

"I am not without my own skills," said the man, his expression showing a trace of contempt.

This is good. This man obviously defies God's elect, even though he secretly loyal to himself. This illustrates some courage. Contempt is better than fear.

"I'm glad to hear that," Jahar Zadris said, slightly interested in his arrogance. "So far, this journey has been tedious, and changes are always welcome. Now, why do you come to see me?"

The man crossed Jahar Zadris's shoulders and looked at the army waiting for him in the back, and then turned his attention to the man chosen by God.

"Come and see if you are on your way," the other party said flatly. "We haven't heard anything in a while. I want you to know that everything is ready. Our master's plan is about to mature, and you have nothing to fear."

Jahar Zadris' lips twisted again, as if laughing. When his helmet fused with flesh and blood moved, an echo resembled boiling water bubbling from the depth of his armor.

"Afraid?" He asked rhetorically. "Do you think I remember what it was? I walked under the eyes of God for decades, and I did not encounter anything that scared me. As for your role in this matter, I deeply trust. Know the cost of failure. "

This man once again showed no signs of anxiety, just shrugged, and didn't seem to worry about the consequences that God would make him pay. Jahar Zadris involuntarily admitted that he impressed himself. Few people can stand in front of him, let alone treat him so lightly. If there was such a chance, he would be happy to kill this guy and engrave the painful outline of his indifferent face on his armor.

"There will be no failure," the man said. "The summoning has reached the final stage. Even now, my wizards are still summoning him. One day later, maybe two days. Another sacrifice is enough."

Jahar Zadris took a deep breath and hissed.

"Don't be too early!" He said. "I will not urge my troops. Everyone is ready. When I arrive, the Lord of Deception must appear."

The man nodded sloppyly.

"I know this," the other party said impatiently. "This is another reason for my trip. I need to determine how much time we have. Please be assured that when you fight the Marnus Defenders, the reason for their demise will be because they have been in Be aware of the edge of this great plan. "

"There are other things," the other party paused, continuing to add. "There is news that a mortal lord of the Lord of the Slaughter was sent back in the dwarf city of Guntergrim ... I do n’t know how to do it, but someone may be trying to destroy the scheme of the swindler Like I said, you do n’t have to hurt ... worry, when you reach them, they are already weakened by the plague and rebellion. The power they used to resist you has disappeared. "

Jahar Zadris slipped out of his twisted helmet mask with a disappointed sigh.

"It's too weak," the divine elect said thoughtfully. "I found myself missing the useless heroism of the past. At that time there were some heroes that I could celebrate for their death. Humans are a constantly weakened race, just like you, wizards."

The rider turned to look at him without fear.

"You used to be a human," said the other, greeting Jahar Zadris. "If we are weakened, you should ask your master why we need our help. Do n’t underestimate humans, they have more than a country like the Marnus Empire. Friedrich Strand may be very young, But he is also a shrewd person and still has active power and resources in its territory. If we take them for granted now, everything may collapse. "

Jahar Zadris stared at each other with steel eyes. This aroused his interest.

"Good speaking," he said in a hoarse voice. "Tell me, Draco Malfoy, if you feel this way, why do you deviate from the path of your ancestors? If you have such a belief in humans, why help their destruction plan?"

The wizard on horseback didn't flinch for a moment, his eyes kept staring at the deceiver's elect.

"We are different from short-lived species," Malfoy said calmly. "But I want what you want, everyone wants. Power. The opportunity to shape the world, the opportunity to dominate the world. When our work is done here, I have received a lot of promises and more Ambition. Do n’t underestimate me, Jahar Zadris. I am not a naive newbie with big eyes, indulging in a dream of nothingness, and looking forward to the time for betrayal or trickery to mature. When the Marnus Empire is paralyzed and succumbed completely, and when nothing seems to be worse to destroy the unfortunate human kingdom, I will return to my place. "

Draco Malfoy kept his unmanned position. Jahar Zadris thought about these words. No one has spoken to him like this for a long time. With a wave of his warhammer, he can wipe out the life in front of him in an instant. But even if their joint plan does not require the survival of the other party, he will not do so. In this matter, this person has a strange temperament.

"We will wait and see." Jahar Zadris said in a low voice. "The time for the test has not yet arrived."

Malfoy nodded and picked up the reins of his nervous horse.

"I will leave now ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I will miss your existence. When the deceitful Lord answers the call, we will meet again. By then, may your actions be guided by the Lord.

"I'm not worried about this," Jahar Zadris said.

Malfoy turned his horse around and kicked it on its side. The horse dashed down the path and returned to the desolate mountain area, obviously glad to be able to leave its opponent's terrible existence.

Grommus groaned contemptuously, stomping his heavy hooves. Jahar Zadris stepped forward, stroking the snake's mane absently. This meeting gave him a lot to think about. Although he will not doubt, he still has a sense of danger. This person is not what he expected. Who did he remind him of? It must not be him. It was a long time ago, and he could hardly remember what a mortal life was like. There are many things to consider in the expedition south.

The man chosen by the deceitful master woke up from his introspection and raised his hand again. Without looking back, he heard the sound of his team picking up their weapons and moving on, satisfied. After a while, he was surrounded by his soldiers, and the arduous march continued. No one spoke, maybe it was the feeling of their commander. They were marching, and soon the only sounds around them were the rude screams of crows and the howling of the cold wind in the north.