The Legend of Fatality

Tonight, everything about those ancient stories seems to be very credible. Tonight, the huge city wall did not bring any comfort to people. Tonight, they are like a part of a huge trap, keeping him in this terrible place. Tonight, the castle stands like a demon tower above the city.

The light on the huge inner wall seemed to threaten him. He walked quickly, his hand on the hilt, trying not to think of Angelica, Eisenheim and the plague. He felt as helpless as a child. In this case, he can do nothing. Angelika's fate is in Eisenheim's hands, in the hands of the gods, in the hands of those great beings, and they have not looked so kind recently.

Fog gathered around him, making the familiar street strange. His own shadow vaguely appeared in front of him, like the outline of a ghost monster. Strange footsteps came from the damp darkness. The sound of the night watchman's time signal from a distance is not reassuring at all. He could hear the drumming, howling and endless **** of labor from the army outside the city in the distance.

His boots hid the cobblestone ground and hid behind a door in a doorway. He stopped behind the door for a moment, thinking he heard the sneaky footsteps behind him. He listened, but the sound had stopped, if that was indeed not what he had imagined. Either way, he still waited for a while, because he knew that sometimes, if he was patient, a person who followed him might act again and expose himself. But nothing.

He kind of wanted someone there. A battle can free him from his dark thoughts, freeing him from fear, tension and anger. The more cautious part of his mind told him not to be stupid. He didn't know who would follow him, or how many people followed him. If someone follows him, the best way is to go back to the White Boar Tavern. At least there he can find some companions who can help him.

Then he heard the sound of metal, like the sound of pulling out a dagger. He stood stiff at the door. Road blocker! It may also be that some hungry people want some money, hoping to find a drunkard and divide his money. Bai En knows that if he has any choice, he is willing to run away, but it is a little late now. He heard footsteps getting closer and closer. And they belong to more than one person.

"I'm sure he is going here." He heard someone whisper. It was a high, thin voice with a complaining tone, as if the owner of the voice believed that the whole world was cheating him, but he found another way.

"Are you sure he?" The second voice asked, his voice deeper and thicker.

Bai En feels that this person is the less intelligent of the two of them. In his mind came the image of a burly boxer. He suddenly felt dry. His heart pounded. He seemed to be excited about the next fight.

"Oh, yes, it was him. I saw him when he came out of the tavern. Tall and thin guy with black hair. Black cloak. He has an eagle handle on his sword."

Bai En froze. That is a fairly accurate description of him. Is it possible that these people came to him specifically? Why? Are they witch hunters?

"Bai En-that's his name." The two people were almost at the intersection now. He could see that one of them was indeed a big man with a burly figure. The other is short and wide. He looks fat, but he moves easily. "Bern-Fatlin. I don't know why that adult is going to kill him now. The time for change is coming. In the near future, he will probably be hacked to death by the group of monsters."

"Our purpose is not to explain why," said the tall man with a low voice. "The seniors want him and the dwarf to die, and the axe is too obstructive. We have a responsibility to ensure that the order is executed. Hope that we can do better than the stupid witch hunter."

Bai En held his breath. These people are not witch hunters. They sound more like professional assassins or cult members. He believed that he had heard the phrase about the era of change before, but this phrase was not placed in the proper context.

Someone wants Grerogan and he die, they want to take Grerogan's axe. He wanted to know why. More importantly, what is he going to do now? He is too reluctant to fight this pair of assassins in a melee fight. I don't want to easily cast spells and attract those witch hunters.

Maybe he can rely on the unexpected advantages he has now. Maybe he could leap from the hiding place and put the sword on the back of one of them before they realized it.

It really looks neither fair nor knightly, but these people may or may not invite him to a duel. Or, he can try to follow them and see where they came from. This is not a particularly attractive idea. Because he only heard some movement, he waited in ambush for them. Who can say they can't do the same to him?

The easiest way is to wait for them to disappear on the street before returning to the tavern. He can tell Guerrero what happened. If violence is involved, he is sure that Gray Rogan can deal with these two assassins or twenty such people. As long as he is warned in advance. This seems to be the best plan.

"I tell you, Olaf, we lost him. He must have walked behind one of the doors." It was the big man who was talking.

"No, he is impossible. Why? Who would he know in those buildings?"

The voice was coming again. It sounds as if the two men will stop and check the doorway as they move forward. Bai En wondered if he could escape. The weather was dark and foggy, so he thought he had a great chance.

However, if these people are stronger than Bai En expected, if these people have companions, if these people run faster than him, or know the area better than him, or if one of them just takes out a knife, fortunately If he hits him, then everything may be bad for him.

Past experience always made Bai En overestimate his opponent, UU read www.uukaanshu.com instead of underestimating them. And they don't look like the people he wants to turn away from. Maybe he can call for help loudly. If the night watchman comes, these thugs will definitely run away.

If it was really a night watchman, he continued to think about it, if these people did not have any associates attracted by the noise in the neighborhood. Be calm, Bai En told himself. There must be only two here. Do n’t let your night imagination flood these killers, or fear may stop you from doing anything.

He felt a familiar feeling of weakness in his extremities, which he felt before every fight, but he didn't care. His mind now seems very sober, ignoring his fears and considering his choices.

If these two are professional assassins, his chances are slim. Bai En knows that he is an excellent swordsman and a good combat mage, but he is outnumbered, and if they are capable, they will make full use of this advantage.

Only needs a proper position or lucky hit, and his life is over. He would never see Angelica again. Suddenly, the threat of the evil army outside the city and all his other concerns seemed to retreat far away and become insignificant.

The most important thing is to live the next few minutes, and then he will deal with other problems in life. Suddenly, life became extremely important to him. It doesn't matter whether the evil army rushed in from the city wall the next day or the next hour. He needs time, no matter how short it is, and these people want to **** his time.