The Legend of Fatality

Ten dozen soldiers beside Albayan put their gloves and weapons on the table in front of them, and they looked down at their equipment. When they polished the steel knife in their hands, they could hear the faint creak of the cloth. Albayan sat there silently, blocking the candlelight on the table, and the shadow behind was unusually high.

Thinking alone, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Albayan looked up at the face of the owner Ganzi, his rough, bearded face reflected in the candlelight.

"We should talk, Albayan. About this operation ..." Ganzi said seriously.

"Garz, do you lack confidence?"

"No, my friend. But they lack confidence. Guys are ... listless." Ganzi tilted his head and motioned to Albayan to look at their men.

"They are not just listless." Albayan's eyes were shining, just like a frost. "There was a time when I had the best team at Realmas, and their performance was what other adventurers dreamed of. But my team is now weak-they wandered around the city all winter, wasting their Health, money and time. Several have become famous alcoholics. Especially Moen Stern. "

"Rumors are easily exaggerated ..." Ganzi sighed.

Albayan nodded, in Ganzi's eyes, he was almost smiling, but this is impossible, his tone confirmed this.

"Moen Stern is a shame, so is Sabastian. Do you know what he gambles? He owes a lot of money to the casino and various gamblers. I've seen that **** twice The owner of the casino, the **** told me that if he was not given gold, he would send Moenstein to the sausage factory. "

"There are other people who also have problems ... Each one has their own troubles. Ganzi, I will not pretend that your job is easy, take care of this group of low-spirited thugs. But I will not allow them to continue this way, tonight, They will not use gold coins to redeem their dignity, or they will use blood to prove their incompetence. "

Ganzi opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't speak.

'Good Friends' Fellini has the most men, more than twenty people, but these people are like him. It ’s a parasite in this city. They are thieves, and they will kill people when they have the advantage of numbers and have to work hard. But that's all. They are not fighters, more like rogues on the street. But Fellini lived in this city for thirty years. He is familiar with every path of the pier. He can call more than half of the names of the pier guards. He knew how to appear quietly on the pier, and he had more eyeliners to stare at the "flying antelope".

Today he informed everyone that the ship entered the dock and where it was docked. He and his men did not have much equipment, except that he thought few people had leather armor. Most people simply hold a knife. Fortunately, Fellini's level of playing the dagger is not bad, especially the dagger capital with both hands can flexibly swing and stab. And he was also the one who discovered the private game between Prince and Mia Lara, but after being stared by Mia Lala, he smiled and turned his eyes away.

There were only six dwarfs sitting on the table with the most beer in the tavern. Even if there were only six, they made the loudest noise. When Galtrige left his hometown with his five brothers, he thought he would soon be able to earn a lot of gold coins in the human world, and then took them back to his hometown.

It is a pity that in the first year he had two brothers who died on the land of human beings. But now, only Fschlag, who is inseparable from him, the same armor armed to the teeth, the same double-edged giant axe, and even a similar appearance. The other four dwarves were of the same race they met at Realmas, all of whom met because of drunk fights, and finally formed a small adventure team.

The armor of the dwarves is heavy and strong, and it is difficult for them to put on and take off, so the dwarves check each other and help each other to dress neatly. Each dwarf wears a domed steel helmet with ear protectors and nose protectors. The outermost part of the body is a full-length half-plate armor, with silk between the plate armor and the inner chain armor.

The innermost part is the leather armor with hanging buckle, which is used to fix the outermost plate armor part. After putting the plate armor on the front and back of the opponent, the dwarf began to wear shoulder guards, jaw guards, armor, and barbed metal gloves. Finally, check whether the iron boots worn by the dwarf fit. When everything was checked, the dwarves began to sharpen their tomahawks or maintain their warhammers.

Dwarves will be trained to form a phalanx from an early age. Even if they go out and venture into encountering siblings, they will choose to form a phalanx battle. So Gortrige and his brother are responsible for the main attack, and the other four dwarves will take giant shields to defend the direction they cannot take care of.

Nokranstov stood at his desk, responsible for carrying his armor-he did not know whether to call his apprentice or servant. A young Northlander named Ariel volunteered to serve him. He was carefully putting Knokranstov's black full-body plate armor on the tall body of Knokranstov one by one. He was so tall in armor that he couldn't bring his semi-closed helmet with a sharp upward corner in this small tavern.

In the end, Nokranstov could barely sit at the table and tried to grasp the handle of the wooden wine glass with his iron-gloved hands. Watching his servant Ariel wear his own equipment piece by piece. It starts with a waistcoat made of soft leather used to fasten the outer half of the body armor, and then puts on a sleeveless set of hard leather armor. Then he fixed the half-hull armor on the soft leather shoulder, and the young Northlander put the mantle made of fur on his shoulder.

Nokranstov looked at the fur cape on the shoulder of the young Northlander, thinking that the young man was just like the other Northlanders who had fled to his own. I always leave a few decorations on my body that show that I am a Northlander, but I do n’t know here, people will see at a glance that you are from the North.

Nokranstov has only eight people at this table, and he is not the leader of these people. They just charge with themselves during the battle. But even so, he will directly take half of the money when he divides the money, and the other people have no complaints.

Three of the Northlanders who exude a strange smell because of sweat and filth talked loudly in Kaslovian language ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The language is full of indecent sentences. When the three people found Ariel, a well-dressed young Northlander, sitting back at the table, his eyes drifted back to the direction of Miyala's disappearing stairs again.

"Hey, no hairy boy." The man with the biggest head of the three said towards Ariel. "When that watch comes out of the skinny room, you can feed her your sausage."

His companion laughed. Cheered. "Maybe she can't eat enough, we have three bigger ones here. Hahahaha."

Ariel grabbed a large wine glass from the table, and then waved away the head of the biggest man with the greatest strength. The foamy and spicy beer was sprinkled out of the glass, but he didn't hit the man. The glass was grabbed by a barbed black metal glove, and was actually grabbed with his hand.

"Come on! For the sake of others! Haha! Come on, you little chicken." The big man stood up and patted his hand, withdrew his axe and waved towards Ariel.

"I don't like the way you talk." Nokranstov said in his deep voice.

The big man looked at Nokranstov, then at Ariel, put the axe away, and made it to the table again, no longer talking.

"Tonight," Nokranstov released Ariel's hand and saw him slowly put down his glass with pain, before pulling his hand back. "The second most killed will get a quarter of the pay, and the rest will divide the remaining money equally."

"Why not the first to get the most compensation?" A Northlander who drank a little asked silly.

"Because the person who killed the most will receive half of the reward, and that person will always be me." Knokranstov said slowly in his deep voice.