The Legend of Fatality

"Have you heard?" Morris shouted.

The mage responded by raising the staff high.

Ye Xiao said to Morris: "Watch out for the new boy, Morris. Don't let him die."

"Of course," Morris said with a smile.

Smile! How can this man laugh? The enemy is blowing the horn. Does this mean they are ready? Even though Ryan had just made it convenient, he still felt a trace of liquid running down his legs.

"Keep calm," Ye Xiao said, then quickly walked to the front row and talked to a commander, Bai En, next to him. Behind Ryan and others, there are dozens of teams growing. The archers on both sides were ready to fire.

"Don't worry, boy," Morris said. "We will be fine." Son of the Wind "Lord Night Owl's luck has always been very good."

The mage on the other side of Ryan nodded. He is a thin, long man with red hair who came to Fatalin from the southern continent to study. His skin is darker than everyone else. Ryan didn't understand why he was fighting in Fatalin's army?

"He was right. Lord Night Owl, he was lucky, yes. We only lost ... well, we only lost one person in the last battle?"

"But someone did die," Ryan said.

Morris shrugged. "People will always die. Our team died the least. You will understand what this means."

Bai En finished talking with Ye Xiao, then jogged back to the center of his team. He had a short musket in his hand—a short gun in one hand and a long whip in the other.

"Ready, guys!" Morris exclaimed. Unlike the commanders of other teams, they are not lined up with other people, nor stand in the middle or behind the team, but stand in front of the whole team.

The people around Ryan dragged their feet excitedly. This voice was repeated continuously in the army of Fatalin, and silence was eagerly replaced by the words. Hundreds of feet kept moving, the scabbard flapped, and the buckle jingled. The night owl was motionless, staring at another army. "Hold on, guys."

Behind, a relaxed-looking herald officer walked over on horseback and shouted at Fatalin's army. "Ready to fight! Your majesty wants their blood, guys. Fight, kill them all!"

"Hold on." After the man walked over, Ye Xiao said to Fatalin's team again.

"Ready to run," Morris said to Ryan.

"Running? But our training at the barracks says we want to march in line! Make sure we stay where we are in the team!"

"Of course," Morris said. "But most people have not received more training than you. Those with more fighting ability are eventually sent to the plains ahead to fight the Burtanians. Lord Night Owl wants us to stay in good condition to go there ... King Margarita is fighting. "Morris nodded to the other mages. "If you stay here, most of the people here will be left behind under the first wave of shock, running around or attacking themselves. The mage has not enough commanders to keep everyone in formation. So join us Run. "

"Should I take out the shield?" Around and behind Fatalin's team, the other teams were unblocking the shield. But even those wizards with shields in the Fatalin team left the shields on their backs.

Before Morris could answer, the horn sounded behind him.

"Run!" Morris shouted.

Ryan did n’t have much choice. The whole army began to march in the noise of boots treading the ground. As predicted by Ye Xiao, the smooth march did not last long. Some people started yelling, others also roared. Ye Xiao was in charge of leading the team in the front, while Bai En shouted in the rear not to leave the team.

The commanders of other teams roared loudly to let the soldiers step forward to kill the enemy. The other teams started to run towards the forefront at full speed.

As soon as this happened, Fatalin's team also started to accelerate, rushing to the front at full speed. Ryan hurriedly followed, panicking. The ground was not as smooth as it seemed, and he almost tripped over the vines in the hidden rocks.

Morris took him a hand, so that he finally stood firm, and then he straightened up and continued to move forward, holding the staff in one hand, and the shield issued to him only hit his back this morning. The army in the distance is also in action, and their soldiers rushed down the battlefield. There is no shadow of any battle formation, nor is there any trace of maintaining the formation carefully. This is completely different from what the training claims.

Ryan does n’t even know who the enemy is. A king is occupying the territory of another king-the king is backed by the king of Burtania. Is this a border conflict? Is it a reunification war? Ryan believes that since the opponent is another King of Istania, why should they fight each other?

The enemy has many archers. When the first wave of arrows shot into the air, Ryan's panic reached its peak. He almost stumbled again, anxious to take out the shield. But Morris grabbed his arm and dragged him to the front.

Hundreds of arrows pierced the sky and darkened the sun. They fell down crookedly and landed on their prey like snowflakes. The soldiers of the Duke of Rune raised their shields. This is not the case with Fatalin's team. Most of them do not have shields.

Ryan screamed, subconsciously thinking he was going to die.

But Jian Yu shot into the ranks of the Rune behind him. Ryan looked back while running, all the arrows fell behind him. Ruen ’s soldiers screamed, arrows struck the shield and broke, and only a few scattered arrows fell near the front row.

"Why?" Ryan shouted at Morris. "How did you know?"

"Any commander with a normal brain will let their arrows hit the enemy's densest place," the big man replied. "In the places where corpses are most likely to be made."

Although the forward teams did not raise their shields, most of them ran awkwardly while holding up their shields, fearing that they would not shoot their arrows. This slowed down their speed, but instead let them risk being trampled to death by the people behind. But Ryan still wanted to raise his shield; it felt wrong to run under the arrow without it.

The second shot of the volley came, and the people in the arrow screamed in pain. The team of Fatalin quickly rushed towards the enemy, and several of the masters stopped to try to stop the arrow rain, but were shot dead by the enemy archer. Ryan could hear Bai En's cursing roar and drove the mages forward.

Ryan could also hear the roar of the enemy soldiers, almost recognizing faces. Suddenly, Fatalin's team stopped and gathered in a tight defensive circle. They reached the mound with a small **** that Ye Xiao and Bai En chose earlier.

Morris grabbed Ryan and pushed him to the center of the formation. The wizards of Fatalin raised their staffs and began to build a temporary circle as the enemy approached. The charged enemies did not carefully form their formation; they also did not pay attention to the rules of arranging the spears at the back ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ They all ran towards the mound and shouted frantically.

Ryan hastily unlocked the shield on his back and wanted to use it to provide himself with a pitiful protection. The horn sounded in the air, and the teams not far away started fighting each other. A group of enemy spearmen rushed to Fatalin's team, perhaps coveting them in the highlands. These more than 200 offensive players have a certain cohesion, although their formation is not as compact as Fatalin's team.

The enemy seemed determined to use passion to make up for the lack of rigor; they roared and screamed angrily, yelling towards Fatalin's line of defense. Fatalin ’s team was waiting for him. Ryan stood in the center of the defensive circle, as if everyone was defending himself, as if he were a beacon, they were his personal guards.

When these two forces encountered, there was no imaginary sound of metal hitting wood, and the spear and shield violently hit together. Just as Ryan drew back into the center of the circle in fear. Several mages including Morris joined forces to cast a magic spell, and a huge whirlwind of fire erupted in front of the formation, moving in the direction that the enemy rushed over.

The enemy team is finished in the blink of an eye. The enemy retreated, leaving nearly a hundred people dead on the stone. Fatalin ’s team lost no one. They maintained a defensive formation biased towards the enemy, although a man took a step back and bandaged his thigh wound. The rest of the people gathered to fill the vacancy. The injured man was burly, with strong limbs and a weapon that was a thick mace like a mace; he cursed in his mouth, but the wound did not look serious. He quickly stood up, but did not return to his original place. Instead, he moved to the end of the defensive formation, a safer place.