The Legend of Fatality

Barrett likes to kill things.

Is not a person, definitely not a person. But he can kill animals, especially small animals. He didn't know why he felt happy because of it, but that was it.

He sat in front of his house and slowly pulled out the legs of a small crab one by one. Every time the leg was pulled away from the body, it would make a satisfactory tear.

At the beginning, he will pull gently until straight, the body of the little crab will be stiff first, and then he will pull harder until the little crab starts to struggle. Pulling his limbs hard, he felt the strength to resist him, and then he began to tear, and finally a sharp bang was made.

The broken leg crab continued to struggle harder. Barrett pinched the broken leg in one hand and pinched the body of the crab up and down with the other hand. He sighed contentedly, tearing off the broken leg, making him feel relieved, and all the pain on his body disappeared. He threw his leg behind him and continued to tear the other leg.

He didn't like to talk about this habit with others. He didn't even talk about it to his sister, Ellie. He just secretly did it alone, and everyone needed a rational approach.

He ripped off the rest of the crab legs, threw the spitting body back to the sea, stood up, put up a cane and looked in the direction of the sea. Several clouds float across the vast sea, and the sun shines on the sea surface to reflect several different colors. The sea is beautiful, but only her sister really appreciates it.

Barrett stands tall, except for the road leading to the simple pier of the fishing village, only smooth and bare rocks, and occasionally some weeds in the sand between the rocks.

He remembered his little sister, a sister who has never left home in her life, a fisher girl who is more cheerful and lively, this is the scenery she sees every day. Walking down the stairs was an extremely difficult and frustrating process for him.

I was only twenty-five years old, but my legs were broken, he thought. He could still feel a continuous pain in his broken leg. His broken leg was seriously injured, and the doctor in the army almost decided to amputate. Perhaps he should thank him for not actually being amputated, but he could not live without crutches in his life.

Barrett walked to the porch, leaning on a cane, and he suddenly found a few black spots in the distance. He was familiar with the movement of the black dots. When he went to the army of the lord and became a knight servant, he often saw this movement-there were several horsemen who were advancing toward the fishing village.

"Fighting again." An old woman complained. "There has never been a good life like the gods."

The fisherman girl watched the recruiting team marching from the front of her eyes, remembering her brother, and not seriously listening to the old lady's complaints.

"Beating Baron, Earl, Bill Bally, Margarita." The old lady continued to complain, "Our lord will not be idle, he will fight from the beginning."

"I have sent three husbands and three sons to the battlefield." She spit on the side of the road and took out a dirty rag and wiped her lips with spittle stars. The recruiting captain saw the old woman's movements. He glared at the old woman, but was pushed back by her more angry eyes.

"It started from his father's meeting, didn't he?" Raised the volume excitedly to the victorious old lady. "Nethal put the human soul into the bottomless pit. Duke Ogborn tried to fill it. Well, I think he is quite a king, isn't he?"

The fisherman girl nodded her head gently, because they were born low, they could only stand on the side of the road and wait for yield. The fisherman girl wiped the dust on her forehead and stared at the soldiers in front of her. Several young men found themselves and sat on the saddle with their backs straight, showing a disciplined look, eyes straight ahead, but It's not that the girl's eyes fluttered to express their thoughts.

"I have seen you, you are the fisherman's daughter." The old woman still said to herself. "I've seen you on this road before, and on the pier, and you and your father at the bazaar. I remember you still have an elder brother, is he lame?"

"Another unlucky egg selling for the Duke." The old lady sighed and continued. "I live outside the village, where there are beehives. I make candles from beeswax. Girl, what's in your basket?"

"What?" It took a while for the cavalry to recall that his elder brother was the same heroic girl before realizing that the old lady asked herself a question. "Sorry, I didn't get it."

"I ask you what is in the basket. Girl." The old lady raised the volume, and she also noticed several shadows in the distance.

"Fish, as well as scallops and clams. It's all seafood. My brother can't get out of the sea. I have little energy and I can't put the net too far. I can only fish for such small things." Ellie smiled again and looked back Onto the soldier. "Cavalry, my brother used to be a cavalry. He rode on a horse and wanted to be like a god."

The old lady put candles on her side and lit them, and she scattered some white powder into the air. After doing this, she suddenly reached out quickly to grab the girl's thick hair and yanked it.

The girl screamed, the basket was thrown away, she desperately tried to get rid of the old lady, but the old lady's power was surprisingly great.

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"Listen to me, kid!" The old lady's sour breath rushed out of her teeth and sprayed on the girl's face. "Darkness has come, and the shadow will eventually cover everyone."

The old lady's fingers grasped the girl's hair harder and pulled her head to her lips. "Soon no one will survive, they will sweep you and annihilate. Listen to me, I will protect you, I will bring you eternal life. Because we will be closely connected, you and me. Trust me! Understand Will we eventually become gods— "

"Hey! Let go of that girl!" Several voices shouted ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ several cavalrymen ran towards the two of them, and the old lady looked blankly towards the cavalry who was running towards her on the road, and let it go unconsciously The girl's hair.

The girl took a step back and fell. When she looked up, the cavalry had rushed in front of the old lady and punched the old lady with a gloved hand.

"Don't touch the pretty little girl, **** old woman." Several recruits on horseback roared at the old woman who fell to the ground. One of them lowered his body, patted the old lady with the scabbard, and centered her head. That force made him turn involuntarily, and then fell.

When the old lady fell towards the girl, the blood from the wound splashed on the girl. The girl screamed, trying to push the old lady's body away while trying to stand up again.

The words of the old lady seemed to be embedded in the fisherman girl Allie ’s mind, and every word was engraved on her soul. But when she tried to recall the specific words and phrases that the old lady said, she couldn't remember any of them.

She shivered and reached out, grabbed the old lady's shoulder, and carefully turned her body around. The old woman's head was covered with blood, dripping down the edge of her cheeks, staining part of her face. Her eyes loosened.

Ellie knelt on the ground and looked around desperately. The young soldier had left on horseback and seemed to care little about hurting the old woman. The baskets of the two fell on the ground, and beside several wreckage of grilled fish crushed by horseshoes, there were several candles made of grease. The girl breathed deeply in the air mixed with dust, wiped her nose, and looked at her basket.

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