The Legend of Fatality

Charlie jumped into the cold pool without hesitation. The body he saw disappeared into the thunderous white waves of water, but he was still wading deep and wrestling with the turbulent water. Even though he was n’t sure if someone could survive the fall, when the body did not surface, he began to worry that it might have been tripped by a stone, or had been carried by him by the current, and was taken To the next waterfall.

Charlie opened his mouth, took a big gulp of air, and then drilled into the water, but he found that he could not see anything, and there were white foam everywhere, which obscured almost all his sight. As he floated up for breath, he glimpsed the corpse rushing towards the second waterfall with its face down.

Charlie didn't have time to think too much. He risked being swept away by the water, swooped over, stretched out his arms, and grabbed the body. For a while, he was trapped by the turbulent water around him, no matter how hard he tried, he could not move at all. But he did not want to let go, but he could not drag it to a safe place.

He gasped and groaned, trying to get more air, and then tried to drag it out of the turbulent water again to the shallow water. This time, he succeeded, and he pleased the water that trapped him in place. When he pulled it to the beach, his chest was violently undulating, breathing quickly, and his body was soaked. Only then did he have time to examine the body.

It was a man wearing only a waist cloth woven of grass and twigs. Besides, he was covered with a heavy tan feather cloak. Charlie noticed that these feathers seemed to be waterproof Yes, when they left the water, there was almost no drop of water on them.

He is emaciated, and his limbs are slender and powerful. The broad antlers worn above the head resemble a stag's antlers, protruding from the dark leather helmet, and the hair is sand-colored, hanging down to the waist, they are tied into complex braids and knots.

He wears dozens of necklaces, neck rings and bracelets of different materials on his neck and arms, most of which are made of plants and original ores or even stones. On his back is a huge hunting horn with a carving on the horn Wild but delicate patterns.

His pale skin was covered with tattoos and war paintings, like a delicate picture, if not those wounds ruined the picture. Countless wounds criss-crossed his body as if he had been whipped to the edge of death before falling into the water.

Charlie turned him over and moved the huge hunting horn tied to his back so that he could lie on his back. He stared at the man's pale face in surprise for a while. His facial features were sharp, long and tall, and his pointed ears protruded from his messy hair. That face is pretty, but it is beyond human description.

Many people in Burtania have publicly stated that they do not believe that the forest elves who are said to live in the Felwood forest really exist, but there is evidence of their existence in front of Charlie.

Charlie had seen elves, and when he traveled to the Marnus Empire when he was young, he had seen them. Those elves were allies of the Marnus Empire, and some of them were long-term visitors. Those elves will wear exquisite costumes, talk elegantly, and will often make people feel springy, but they will also carry some kind of arrogance at the same time.

This elf is completely different, more natural, more primitive and more wild.

Charlie knelt down and put an ear on the chest of the forest elf. He listened carefully for a while and found his heartbeat weak and trembling. But he also noticed that the chest of the forest elf did not undulate. He placed his hands near his mouth and nose, confirming that the forest elf was not breathing.

Charlie grabbed the thin figure's jaw with one hand, leaned down, took a deep breath, and blew the air into the forest elf's lungs.

After Charlie tried several times to help him breathe, the forest elf shuddered convulsively. He coughed up a sip of water and his eyes opened. They are large, almond-shaped, and the iris is golden.

"North, Ethel, Ur, Alan," the forest elf said while struggling to sit up, but could not stand up. When he saw Cacharlie, he opened his eyes wide. He tried to reach for his weapon, but the scabbard around his waist was empty.

"I didn't intend to hurt you," Charlie said, spreading his palms, a gesture of friendship between the knights of Burtania.

The forest elf tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes to carefully examine the knight who was looking for answers. Although Charlie did not want to admit it, the golden almond-shaped eyes of the forest elf reminded him of an animal.

A harsh scream cut across the sky, and Charlie reached for his weapon. This is not a human, nor a bird or beast cry. This is cruel, full of resentment and maliciousness, and heralds pain.

The forest elf roared and helped him get up with slippery stones. He straightened himself and clenched his teeth to resist the pain of the wound. No one supported him and could not stand, but he searched the edge of the forest. Charlie is surprised ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Considering his wounds, the fact that the forest elf is still alive is an incredible thing in itself.

"Gancha, North, Kurnos, Athos." The forest elf said, spitting out like chanting a spell. Then the strength of the forest elf disappeared, and his eyes turned backwards. He collapsed to the ground without saying a word, unconscious.

Charlie walked towards him and pressed his fingers against the forest elf's throat. His heartbeat is unstable and his skin is an unhealthy blue. If his wounds were not healed in time, even if his body had returned to warmth, then this forest elf would certainly not be able to stay up late at night.

Another terrible cry echoed through the woods. The scream came closer. Although it was difficult to judge, Charlie estimated that it was about half a mile away. Almost immediately another scream came again, a little further away, again from the third direction. This is the sound of predators' coordinated hunting, just like wolves, although they are not wolves; it is a more dangerous thing. Then there was another shout, this time closer, and Charlie realized he was surrounded.

Charlie hugged the forest elf on his shoulder and was surprised to find him so light. He put him on the saddle of the warhorse and grabbed the reins of Garibal.

He needed a shelter, a quick hiding place to avoid things that hunted them down, and a place to take care of the forest elf wounds. Charlie was next to the steep rock wall and led his warhorse back to the forest. He thought the best way was to find a hole or a protruding place in the cliff wall. There are dozens of cracks in the rock wall, but they rarely extend deep, and there are not many that can resist the biting cold wind or the eyes of prying eyes.

Another scream sounded louder than any scream so far. The hunters are approaching quickly.