The Legend of Fatality

Amidst the stormy roar, the crow flew out of the forest. Charlie heard their voices long before he saw them. They moved quickly among the trees, flying fast in the dense clouds. They swooped between the branches and rushed towards the forest elf and Charlie at an alarming speed.

"Salma fever!" Shouted the leader of the forest elf who was not far away, and the arrow in his hand was still pointing at Charlie. He let go of the bow without warning.

Even if the arrow shot at him, Charlie did not flinch or run away. The arrow screamed in his ear and flew past him less than an inch away. He heard it slamming somewhere behind him, accompanied by a sound of pain and pain Angry howling.

Charlie looked back and saw a figure nailed to a tree thirty feet away. It is like a crazy puppet, struggling to break free. It made a terrible scream, sounding more like some kind of terrible raptor than any forest elf or human voice.

Because the elves completely ignored his existence, Charlie pulled out his sword and threw the shield off his back. It was painted red and blue, with a silver dragon on the surface, but the painting is now not only faded, but also scratched, with shiny metal exposed underneath. This is a weather-resistant battle shield covered with dents. This is evidence that he has experienced countless wars and proves that he survived countless battles. When the flock of birds flew at him, their sound was deafening, and he put the shield on his left arm, ready to greet their onslaught.

They are large, larger than crows, but smoother than any animal Charlie has seen before. Their bodies are elongated to increase speed and mobility, and they are perfectly adapted to life under the forest canopy. They were not slowed down by dense foliage at all, and twirled quickly and elegantly between the bare branches. Charlie can now see that their black feathers glow blue, and their beaks and claws sparkle like daggers. More than a dozen of them were shot by the arrows of the forest elves, but the rest flew over, screaming and howling.

Charlie saw that they did not deviate from the course, he hid behind his shield to protect his eyes. Crows came to him like a tide, coming from both sides of him. When surrounded by their indistinguishable black feathers, he briefly lost his sight. He felt that his armor had been hit several times, as if someone had thrown a stone at him. He did not know whether he felt a sharp beak or a claw. Then there was a sharp pain on the side of his neck, and the birds flew past him. They reassembled into a whole, spinning around and preparing to dive again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Charlie pulled out a small thorn stuck in his neck.

"Swear in the name of the lady!" He said as he looked at what was between his fingers.

It's less than an inch long, as thin as a blade of grass. It looks like a small broken piece of stone, but it has thorns on the top, like a hunting spear, but only small in size. A blood bead dripped from the tip.

A group of crows threw at him again, making a harsh cry and flapping wings in the air. They were flying so fast, it was almost impossible for him to focus his attention on any of the flying birds, but Charlie glimpsed a small figure, and it appeared with a brush. The crow blinked on the neck.

He only glanced, but at that moment, he saw a pair of fierce, shiny eyes from a thin face as big as his fingernails. Its face is sharp, but it is as dark as coal. It wore a red hat and snarled at him, revealing too many small fangs. It threw a small barbed dart into his eyes, then blinked, disappearing without a trace. Relying on the subconscious instinct to save Charlie from blindness-when he shook his head violently, the dart hit his cheek.

He punched hard, only hitting the air. The bird flew around the fist like smoke.

He flicked the dart on his cheek and pulled out another dart hitting his chin. There are more of these things stuck between his cloak and the chainmail of chain mail.

The wound was not deep, but it was beginning to hurt. Charlie's vision blurred, and he began to wobble.

Poisoning.

The bird pounced on him again. This time, the crows did not pass him, but like a dazzling whirlwind, hovering around him with a whirlwind of feathers and sharp beaks. In the sight of Charlie, he saw dozens of red goblins wearing red hats. When they attacked him with poison arrows, the faces on their faces were twisted, and they laughed wildly. Most of the poison arrows hit his armor and hung on it, but other darts pierced his bare neck and face.

I don't know where it came from. The glowing flower fairy who had stayed on Charlie's shoulder flashed back again. It rushed forward and tore a red hat off the surrounding flying mount. These two little natural elves rolled in the air, fighting desperately.

Charlie waved his long sword and shield violently around him ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Feeling that the fragile bodies of the birds had broken off his shield, and the wings and thin bones were broken like dry branches. More birds were chopped down by his sword, leaving behind a bunch of blood-stained feathers behind him.

The lady wearing the veil did not seem to be affected by the riots that erupted around her. She was an oasis of calm in this storm of ravens. The forest elves surrounded her around her and formed a line of defense to protect her and the unconscious forest elf warrior from harm.

Garibal stood up, crows circling around her, horseshoes kicking around. Charlie struggled through the circling plumage of feathers, grabbing the reins of the war horse. The horse opened her eyes in horror, but under Charlie's tight control she calmed down.

A forest elf fell from among the branches above and hit the nearby ground heavily. Charlie saw the forest elf's face covered with tiny barbed darts. When the poison spread in his veins, he was already twitching.

More arrows shot through several abominable scavengers, and the flock of birds split apart. As they rushed past Charlie, he slammed them, bringing a few bloodstains. The darts shot by the monsters fell off his armor, but the birds quickly disappeared and disappeared into the forest. The little glowing flower fairy returned home triumphantly. One of its wings was already worn out, but it smiled and stood up in front of Charlie.

Charlie's lips and fingertips were numb, and his throat was too dry to swallow. The color of the forest seems too bright, and the trees are undulating like reflections disturbed by stones thrown on the lake. He blinked and his eyesight began to return to normal. Thankfully, his armor protected him from the fiercest gunfire under the woods.