The Legend of Fatality

It happened too quickly. Night Owl tripped the man who stabbed Ryan. Just as the man fell, the night owl brandished his long sword and cut off his head, while the tip of the sword crossed the thigh of the second man. The man knelt on one knee and screamed.

The third man froze, looking at his colleague. Ye Xiao pushed away the injured enemy and thrust his long sword into the third man's stomach. Then he recited the mantra in his mouth, and the air around the long sword began to fluctuate. He waved the long sword obliquely, and unloaded his spear. The fourth person hurt his eyes by the whirlwind attached to the long sword.

He was spinning between the last two, his long sword blurred, like a hurricane waving. For a moment, Ryan felt he could see something surrounding the night owl, and he was covered with something all over his body. It feels like a stream of air twisted by refraction, or like the wind has a shape.

I lost too much blood. It flows too fast ...

The night owl turned around and repulsed the enemy's attack. The last two spearmen fell down, and their throats clucked. After solving all the enemies, the night owl turned and knelt beside Ryan. Ye Xiao put his long sword aside, pulled a white piece of cloth from his pocket, and wrapped it tightly around Ryan's leg. Ye Xiao's movements in this job are extremely smooth, like a person who has dealt with dozens of injuries before.

"Commander, Lord Night Owl!" Ryan said, pointing at a soldier cut by the Night Owl. The enemy stumbled up and grabbed his injured leg tightly. However, in a flash, Morris appeared, pushing away the enemy with his staff. Morris did not kill the injured person, but let him stumble away with a weapon.

Then came Commander Bai En, who saw Morris let go of the man, frowned, but said nothing.

After the other members of the Masters arrived, they formed a large circle around Ye Xiao, Bai En and Ryan. Ye Xiao stood up and raised the long sword to his shoulder.

"Sir, I was still worried." Morris said. "You just ran away."

"I know you will follow," Ye Xiao said.

"It's just once," Bai En said angrily. "I won't take the risk of running around with the whole group for one person."

"To be honest, I sincerely hope you won't do this next time." Ye Xiao said to Bai En with a smile.

Bai En shook his head helplessly, turning his head to look in the direction of the enemy. "Now? What are we going to do?"

"Show us our strength," Ye Xiao finished, turning his head to face the Masters. "Hold the flag. Red fox, Harvey, you will go back with the child. Morris, you will take someone to gather the scattered soldiers around. White, you arrange for people to stay here. The forward line is moving towards this side. As long as we persist, we will soon be safe. "

"How about you, sir?" Morris asked.

Ye Xiao looked at the battlefield. A pocket was opened in the pocket surrounded by the enemy, and a man appeared from there on a white horse, waving a ferocious mace in his hand. He wore a full set of armor, polished brightly, and gleamed with silver.

"Is it the Knights of Burtania?" Morris asked.

Bai En snorted contemptuously. "No, just a stupid lone knight. The knights of the knights are too precious to be wasted in a small trial battle."

Where Oe didn't notice, Ye Xiao looked at the knight with boiling hatred.

"Adult?" Morris asked hesitantly, noticing Ye Xiao's expression.

"Go to the second and third teams and surround him like pliers." Ye Xiao said coldly, his voice very harsh. "We are going to pull a 'smart' lord out of the horse."

"Are you sure it's wise to do this, sir?" Morris asked again. "We have wounded."

Morris's words caught Bai En's attention, and he turned to look at the night owl.

Ye Xiao turned to Bai En, trying to explain. "That knight must be an officer in Burtania. He may be the person in charge of this battle."

"You don't know if he is, lord." Morris still tried to stop the night owl.

"I think so too," Bai En added.

"In any case, he is a nobleman. If we kill such a high-ranking officer, we will definitely be valued by the Earl of Cordoba and King Margarita, and will be able to choose his position in the next battle Team. We have to solve him. "His eyes became deeper. "Bai En, imagine. Real soldiers, disciplined troops. An excellent loot, or a valuable prisoner of war. Let our battles make sense."

Bai En didn't believe Ye Xiao's words at all, but he sighed, but nodded, approving his thoughts. The night owl waved to a group of soldiers surrounding the group of wizards in Fatalin, and then they ran across the battlefield.

A small group of soldiers including Morris waited behind with the wounded. One of the thin men, with Tyrian black hair and a few mixed blond hairs, pulled a long red ribbon from his pocket and tied it to his staff. He held up his staff and made the ribbon flutter with the wind.

Morris said to Ryan: "This is a signal for the rescuers on the battlefield to take our wounded out of the battlefield. We will get you out soon. You are brave and fight the six men alone."

"It seems stupid to run away," Ryan said, trying to remove his attention from the painful legs that kept coming. "There are so many people injured on the field, how can we believe the rescuers you said will come to us?"

"Master Baien bribes them," Morris said. "They usually only take high-ranking people, such as nobles, but there are more rescuers than injured nobles. Lord Baien spent a lot of money to bribe them."

"This team seems very different," Ryan finished, feeling dizzy. "A lot of things are different from what you learned in the college."

"This is a part. But the most important thing is that we know that if we get injured, Baien and Lord Night Owl will take us away from the battlefield." He stopped and looked back. As the Night Owl predicted, the Margarita Allied Forces reorganized the team, and their fronts were pushing back, slowly returning to their original state.

The knight on the horse was waving his mace vigorously. A group of his knights and servants moved to the side, fighting the team led by the night owl. The knight noticed the night owl's team, and he turned his horse's head. He wore an open helmet, with the sides of the helmet inclined like an eaves and a large feather on the top. It has a carefully trimmed short beard and blue eyes. He is a shining noble, and the coat of arms on the shield proves that this person was selected at birth and is destined to rule everyone.

He was indifferent to those who fought nearby, and seemed to regard the night owl's team as a casual soldier. Then the night owl waved the ‘spirit’ in his hand, and the whirlwind flying from the blade hit his right eye.

The knight screamed and fell backward on the saddle. The night owl slipped out of the queue somehow, leaping through the layers of defense like a butterfly, jumping towards him, and the long sword raised.

"Did you know? People always call Lord Night Owl a blessed person by the wind," Morris continued. "But he did not because of good luck, but because of good training."

"Yeah, this is not part of the training in the college." Morris sighed and shook his head. "But mainly because of him. He fights like a storm, he thinks twice as fast as others. He sometimes fights like ..."

"He tied my leg ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Ryan said, realizing that because of excessive blood loss, he started talking nonsense. Why should he point out that tied leg? This is not an important thing.

Morris just nodded and checked Ryan's injured leg again. "He knows a lot about wounds. He can also use a lot of magical magic. He is a strange person. As a mage, our commander is a strange person." He turned to Ryan. "But you should save your energy, boy. Have a good rest. If you die like this, Master Night Owl will not be happy, let alone that he paid you to get it."

"Why?" Ryan asked. He seemed to feel more and more quiet on the battlefield, as if many dying people had shouted their voices dumb. Nearly everyone in the soldiers around them was an ally, but Morris was still monitoring to ensure that no enemy troops were trying to attack Fatalin ’s wounded soldiers.

"Why, Morris?" Ryan repeated, feeling the problem urgent. "Why did you bring me into this team? Why me?"

Morris shook his head. "He is like that. He hates untrained children like you to go to war. From time to time, he will seize an opportunity to lead him into this team. At least six of us here have been like you." Mo Reese's eyes looked at the battlefield in the distance. "I think you all remind him of someone."

Ryan glanced at his leg. The pain was like a pair of small hands with long fingers, squirming around his wound, this was a reaction to his pain. Then the pain started to leave and ran in other directions, as if looking for other wounds. His pain disappeared, and his leg-his entire body-numb.

He leaned back and looked up at the sky. He could hear the faint thunder. This is strange. The sky is cloudless.