The Legend of Fatality

"To be honest, gentlemen, I don't want to cause trouble," Tim Meier-Kou said sincerely. He opened his hands. "Leave the girl alone. This is what I asked for."

Drunken hunters laughed evilly. "Leave that girl alone," one of them imitated with a sharp, slurred voice.

Timel-Kou looked around the trading post and tried to find support. But there were only a few strong men, dressed in thick fur of mountain people, looking at him with drunken eyes. The shop owner was a tall, hunched, thin-haired man who turned around and began to pile up the candied fruit on the rough wooden stand. There are no other customers.

An animal trapper, a big guy, approaching him. Tim Meier Kou could see the oil stains on his beard. When he spoke, the smell of cheap brandy even overshadowed the smell of the rotten bear fat used by the trapper to keep out the cold. Tim Meier-Kou flinched.

"Hey, Haif, I think we have a city boy here," said the hunter. "He said it very well."

The man named Haif raised his head from the table, and he pressed the struggling **** the table before.

"Yeah, beast, he is so beautiful when he talks, and he has blond hair like corn stalks. He almost treats himself like a girl."

The guy named Beast Guy licked his lips and said. "When I came down from the mountain, everything looked good. I told you, take away that girl. I want this beautiful boy."

Timmel-Kou felt his face flushed. He became angry. But he covered his anger with a smile. If possible, he wanted to avoid trouble. "Come on, gentlemen, this is not necessary. I invite you all to have a drink."

The beast turned to Haifu. And the third mountain man laughed. "He still has money. I'm so lucky tonight!"

Haifu smiled proudly. Timel-Kou looked around in despair, and the big man came towards him. Damn, where did the others go? Why did they never show up when one needed them? He turned to the beast. "Okay, sorry, I'm bothered. I'll leave this matter to you gentlemen."

He saw the beast slightly relaxed and relaxed his vigilance as he advanced. Timmel-Kou brought him closer. He looked at the hunter with open arms, as if to hug him. Tim Meier Kou suddenly poked the beast's groin with his knee. He squeaked like a blacksmith's bellows, and the air from his entire lung ran out of the big man. He whimpered and bent down. Timal-Kou grabbed his beard, pulled the man's head down, and hit his knee.

He heard the sound of broken teeth, and the hunter's head tilted back. The beast fell on the floor panting, gripping his groin.

"In the name of Taral!" Haif shouted. The big beastcatcher slammed Timal-Kou, and the force of that blow made him stagger through the room and land on a table. He knocked over a large glass of beer.

"I'm sorry," Timal-Kou turned to apologize to the owner of the drink, and he was taken aback. Timal-Kou tried to lift the table with great effort and threw it at his attackers. He was nervous until he felt his back muscles split.

The drunkard looked at him and smiled evilly. "You can't lift it. It's nailed to the floor. Just in case of a fight."

"Thank you for telling me," Timal-Kou said, feeling someone grabbing his hair and banging his head against the table. He was in pain and bleeding. The black spot shook in front of him. His face felt wet. I was bleeding, he thought, and then realized that it was just spilled beer. His head hit the table for the second time. As if footsteps were heard from far away.

"Catch him, Will. We'll have some fun for what he did to the beast." Tim Meier Kou recognized the voice as Haif.

Timel-Kou desperately poked backward with his elbow, slamming Will's abdominal muscles. Will's hand holding the hair loosened slightly. Timal-Kou took the opportunity to break free and turned to face his attackers. He frantically fumbled for the beer glass with his right hand. Through the blurred vision in front of him, he saw two strong trappers approaching.

The girl disappeared and Timel-Kou saw the door behind her close. He could hear her calling for help. Haifu is loosening a knife on his belt. Timel-Kou's fingers gripped the handle of the beer mug tightly. He punched hard, hitting Will's face. The hunter's head twisted abruptly, and then he spit out blood and turned to smirk at Timal-Kou.

Then the opponent's muscular fingers grabbed Timel-Kou's wrist. The pressure forced him to give up the beer glass reluctantly. Despite the mad resistance, Tim Meier Kou's arm was pushed back mercilessly by Will's super strength. The fat and body odor of this strong man like a bear are almost unbearable. Timel-Kou growled, trying to break free, but with no results.

Something slammed into his throat. Tim Meier Kou lowered his head. Haif waved a long-bladed dagger at his throat. Timmel-Kou smelled of oiled steel. He saw his own blood flowing along the blood groove in the middle of the blade. Timmel-Kou froze. All Haif had to do was lean forward, so that Timel-Kou could walk in the Moor Manor.

"It's downright unfriendly, boy," Haif said. "The old beast just wants to be affectionate, you just break his teeth. What do you think we should do, are we all his friends?"

"Kill that idiot," the beast said gasping. Tim Meier-Kou felt Will pushed his arm back until he worried that his arm would break. He moaned in pain.

"I think we should do that," Haif said.

"You can't do this," the shopkeeper standing behind the bar complained. "That was murder."

"Shut up, Pierce! Who asked you?" Haif shouted.

Timer-Kou could see that they did it on purpose. They are full of violent tendencies after being drunk, ready to kill. Tim Meier-Kou just gave them the excuse they needed.

"I haven't killed a beautiful boy in a long time." Tim Meier-Kou grinned as his arm was twisted. "Are you going to beg me, beautiful boy? Do you want me to spare you?"

"Go to death," Timel-Kou said. He wanted to spit, but he felt dry mouth and soft knees. And he was shaking. He closed his eyes.

"It's no longer polite now, children in the city?" Tim Meier-Kou felt Will's throat burst into a low laugh. This is not a good place for death. He couldn't help thinking that this was just a hell-like outpost in the Ilana Mountains.

There was a cold wind blowing, and the sound of opening the door came.

"Whoever hurts the person will die immediately." A low voice said, like grinding stones with stones.

"The second one will take my time." Another voice sounded, this one was much more common, but the words were deeply chilled.

Timmel-Kou opened his eyes. Over Haif's shoulder, he saw Bai En in a black robe, and the oath-bearer. The dwarf stood at the door, and the chunky figure filled the door. He is only the height of a 13-year-old boy, but he is muscular and as strong as two strong men. The light from the torch lit up the strange tattoos on his body, turning his eye sockets into dark caves, where crazy eyes sparkled.

Haifu smiled, then did not turn around to speak. "Go away, stranger, or we will kill your friends and deal with you."

Timer-Kou felt relaxed by grabbing his arm. Over his shoulder, Will's finger pointed to the door.

"Really?" Said Grey Rogan, stomping into the room, shaking his head to clear the snow from his upright hair. The earrings of the right ear jingled. "When I solve you, the tone you will scream will be as high as a little elf girl."

Haifu smiled again and turned to face the coming person. The laughter disappeared and became coughing. His face gradually lost its blood color until it was pale. Guerrero grinned fiercely at him, showing his missing teeth, and then swept the axe of his hands with his punch-sized fist with his thumb. Blood dripped from the wound along the edge of the axe, but the dwarf only grinned more severely. Haifu's knife fell on the floor with a snap.

"We don't want to cause trouble," Haif said. "At least not with a dwarf warrior, there is a Fa ... Fa ... Master."

Timmel-Kou did not blame him. No conscious person will clash with a dwarf warrior who looks very strange, but will undoubtedly seek death, and a wizard who looks like a member of a cult.

Grey Rogan glared at them, and then tapped the floor gently with his axe handle. While Will was distracted, Tim Meyer seized the opportunity to find a place between him and the mountain people.

Haifu began to panic. "Listen, we don't want to cause trouble. We are just kidding."

Grey Logan smiled evilly. "I like your thoughts about fun. I think I want some more myself."

The dwarf walked towards Haifu. Tim Meier-Kou saw the beasts crawling up and began to crawl towards the door, hoping to slip past these people while they paid attention to Haifu. But Bain stepped on his boots in the hands of the beast and made a crunch, and Timel-Kou was startled. This is not the night of the beast, he can be sure of this.

"Where are you going? You'd better stay with your friends. Three to one is not fair ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Bai En said lightly.

Haif completely collapsed. "Don't kill us," he pleaded. At the same time, Will had already run away, allowing Timal-Kou to approach them again. Guerrerogan was right in front of Hayf. The dwarf's axe edge pressed against Haif's throat. Timel-Kou can see the dwarf rune on the ancient axe blade glowing red under the torch light.

Grey Rogan shook his head slowly. "What's wrong? What happened? You have three people. Don't you think you have enough opportunities to deal with us? Or are you hungry?"

Haifu nodded numbly; he looked like he was about to cry. Timor-Kou saw a superstitious fear of the dwarf in his eyes. He seemed to faint.

Grey Logan shook his head in disappointment, raised his finger to the door. "Get out!" He growled. "I won't use my axe on a coward like you."

The beast catcher hurried to the door, and the beast quickly climbed up from the foot of Bai En and limped out. Tim Meyer saw the girl standing aside and let them pass. She closed the door easily.

Grey Rogan glared at Timmel-Kou. "Can't I even stop to respond to the call of nature without getting yourself into trouble?"

"Don't make the toilet so nice," Bai En said with a lip, but he turned to Timmel Kou and asked. "Aren't you a mage?"

"I'm just an apprentice." Tim Meier-Kou said awkwardly.

Bai En sighed helplessly, did not continue to ask.