The Legend of Fatality

When the mage sent by Baien to get the wine came back and handed the wine to Moradron, he took a few sips after taking it, but it seemed that the wine brought by the mage was not to his taste. He frowned after drinking.

"Okay," Moradron sighed. "People can't be too critical, are they?" He looked up to meet Bai En's eyes. "Since you can return to the camp, you should have seen the situation on the battlefield."

"Yes, but I don't understand why you are here." Bai En said in the chair opposite Moradron.

Moradron didn't answer, but turned away from White's eyes, staring at the mage with the wine in until the mage left the tent.

"Like the agreement we reached before, I will let you know." Moradron waited a while before saying, "You are ready to retreat. Of course, if you think the word escape is more appropriate, you can also Use this word to describe what you will do next. "

Suddenly, a sudden sense of fear flooded with distress, which made Bai En feel uneasy. He reluctantly reached out to the jug on the table and poured himself a glass of wine. When he picked up the glass, he felt his hands shaking. Bai En slowly put the glass down again, and the cold on the metal glass penetrated his body through his fingers.

"You should have a drink," Moradron persuaded, not worrying and uneasy in his tone.

"What happened." Bai En asked with restrained inner concerns.

Moradron sighed, "All of the enemy's infantry seems to be on the left wing, and all of our front-line troops have been defeated. When I left, Ron had simply collected some of the ruined soldiers. The Duke Ron has decided like you. With the main force abandoned the position and chose to retreat to the camp. But we all know that when the other party ’s artillery is delivered and the muzzle is set up, it is when we are finished. The wooden camp walls around the camp may even have a round of shelling Not quite. "

"So the Duke of Ruon decided to retreat?" Bain couldn't fully believe Moradron's words. "Don't he worry about Margarita's accountability?"

"King Margarita dominates the game, so the answer is: of course." Moradron replied lightly, and picked up the jug and poured himself a glass. "But if you don't have the capital, the Duke Ruen will not even be blamed."

Bai En smiled and didn't answer.

"And I still have something to ask you," Moradron continued.

When Bane listened to Moradron's request, she pushed open the door and went out. As he walked towards the temporary dock, strange hopes came out of his mind.

He had never expected to rely on the news of Moradron, no matter what, it would be foolish to pin his hopes on others. Duke Ruen was the first ally of the Fatalin Association in Istana, but now Margarita is also. Maybe they will become enemies of the Fatalin Association in the future, or maybe neither.

But regardless of whether Moradron is voluntary or someone sent by Duke Ron, Moradron ’s vague answer to the question posed by Bane shows that Duke Ron himself cannot really make up his mind, so they need a Allies come to help increase your status after the war.

And if the Fatalin Association now chooses to advance and retreat with the Duke of Rune, he will undoubtedly bind himself to the Duke of Rune. Doing this is as stupid as pinning hope on others.

The preparation for evacuation must be done in advance, which is the key to retaining the vitality of Fatalin, but it is too early to retreat, or to escape. The enemy ’s cannon ca n’t be delivered so quickly, so Bane can be sure that Moradron has something to tell, but just like Bane ca n’t judge the future of Ron, even Margarita is an ally of the Fatalin Society or an enemy Or maybe both are not the same, and Moradron Bain cannot really judge which side he will choose to stand on.

But what really worried Bane was in the command tent, the sudden fear, like an invisible hand holding his heart. Even now, he has walked to the temporary dock, the faint feeling still echoes in his mind, and it will continue, he is sure.

In the season of ocean currents, this temporary pier near the estuary in the northern part of the camp was responsible for the heavy transportation tasks of the Margarita coalition. Ships came and went, the river flowed continuously, and the ropes kept shaking. . This pier has never berthed such a huge fleet, and every time the rope was pulled, the bollard made an ominous crunch. Mountain crates and parcels piled on the dock, which were fresh supplies led from Margarita and Ogborn to the front. The personnel in charge of supplying climbed up and down in the bags of Chengshan, constantly searching for the identification signs on the packaging, and incessantly issued orders to the dock workers and soldiers.

Morris was at the dock near the sea, backed by a crate, his muscular arms crossed, and his narrow eyes stared at the officer sitting on a parcel thirty yards away. After an hour, he didn't move. Move it.

Morris could hardly believe that the guy was the person he was looking for. The officer looked very young, and the tender green of his body was as obvious as this bay with a rancid smell. His uniform still carries the chalk thread from the factory, and there is no trace of sweat on the leather handshake of the long sword. The aristocratic breath emanating from these places, like a scent of wind wrapped around him, could smell it so far away. He was sitting like this for an hour. With hands on knees and slightly arched shoulders, it looks like a stupid cow in a pile of noise. Although his rank is captain, the soldiers around him are too lazy to pay tribute to him, the taste of the nobility is too strong.

Even if Morris was sent back to the camp by the stretcher team for the first time, it was half a morning before his mentor, Bai En, came back, which made him recover some strength. But when the mentor returned to the camp, he was allowed to start working, which made him somewhat dissatisfied, even though he was not injured on the battlefield.

But Morris will never reject his mentor, not only because of investment fraud, but when his mentor cleanly killed those stupid villagers in the forest, Morris understood that you can talk The mentor argues that even something seems stupid, but never refuse the task he has assigned to you.

However, it seems that the situation on the battlefield has had an impact on the mentor Bai En, otherwise how would he let himself find such a guy? This is the only explanation that Morris thought of. With a big sigh, Morris stood up straight and walked towards the officer. The guy was not alert at all, until Morris stood in front of him before raising his head.

His gaze made Morris stunned for a moment and felt something terrible in the depth of his gaze, flashing in his eyes but hiding it deep, which made the captain's eyes look more than the rest of his face old. "Your name?" Morris' question turned into an unnatural mumble.

"Don't waste time asking this." The captain said, standing up.

Another **** with a pretty face, Morris frowned, and he hated the guy with a pretty face. "Who are you waiting for, Captain?"

The captain looked at the pier. "It seems that I have already waited, then let's go, I believe you know where we should go." He leaned down, picked up the duffel bag, and walked ahead.

Morris soon followed him. "Not bad," he said angrily, "this attitude."

They left the dock and Morris led the way to the first street on the right. "The people I arranged are in the tavern, and they will take you directly to the pier, where a boat will pick you up to Burtania."

The captain seemed stunned, staring straight at him.

"Don't you know where you are going?"

"Yes, but I thought we would find a place to transfer first instead of going directly to the destination." The captain said seriously.

"Not enough time," Morris frowned again. "In the beginning, I planned to send you to Tirya first. Realmas has someone from us who can help you to forge an identity. But it was too late within the required time. . "

"What about other places?"

"It's difficult," Morris sighed. "Most of Billy Bally's port was looted by 'Blood Sail Pirates' and they didn't allow unknown ships to dock. And Burtania, to be honest, we were there There is not enough manpower. So you will have to rely on yourself when you get there. "

The captain nodded and expressed his understanding.

The two came to the back door of the tavern ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Morris looked around to make sure no one was following, and then opened the door. Pointing to the two uneasy mage sitting in the corner of the tavern, he said to the captain. "This is your companion, with some inexperience, but reliable enough."

"Are all spellcasters?" The captain asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it is almost equivalent to the official master of the Marnus Imperial Academy of Magic." Morris replied. "Of course there aren't as many spells as the Magus of the Marnus Empire, but it's enough."

"This is acceptable." The captain nodded.

"Okay, then I will deliver it here. I will rush back to the pier, where there are still many things to do." Morris said. "I wish you a smooth journey."

The captain raised his right hand, tilted his head slightly, forefinger and **** lightly touched the right eyebrow, made a gesture, then strode into the tavern and walked towards the two mages.

Morris stood outside the door, frowning. He recognizes this gesture, which is the most common salute gesture among the senior mages of the Marnus Imperial Academy. But he did not understand why the captain under Count Moradron made this gesture.