The Legend of Fatality

Bai En walked along the shore of the lake and looked at the trees with rain: "How far?"

no answer. He grabbed the patient's skinny shoulder and shook it. Tim Meier Kou opened his eyes and looked up in a trance, as if he was trying to concentrate.

"How far is it?"

"Twenty Miles." Tim Meier-Kou was a little uncertain. "Maybe thirty miles."

Bai En took a breath. Tim Meier-Kou could not go forty more miles-another forty steps was already thankful, just look at his godless eyes. Bai En estimates that he is dying, and can last for at least a few days. People who are much stronger than him often die of fever.

Thirty miles. Bai En touched his chin with a thumb, thinking carefully. Thirty miles.

"Damn it." He whispered in a low voice.

He dragged his backpack open. There is not much food left: a few pieces of hard dried meat, a piece of hard brown bread. He looked at the lake, so calm, it seemed that there would be no shortage of water for at least the last few days. He pulled the heavy pot from the bag and placed it on the pebbles. They have lived together for a long time, but now they have nothing to cook. In the wilderness, you cannot have feelings for anything. He threw a bundle of rope further into the bushes and threw a lighter backpack on his shoulder.

Timmel-Kou closed his eyes again, breathing very weakly. Bai En still remembers the first time he was forced to leave people, remembering it as if it were yesterday. Strangely, although he couldn't remember the boy's name, the boy's face was deeply imprinted in his mind.

It was a journey to leave the Black Tower. The instructor took them to the mountains, looking for monsters as experimental items, and by the way, training their wild viability. At the time, the oldest Bai En was in charge of hunting east with a few children. A beast suddenly appeared and bit the boy's thigh, biting a big piece of meat.

The boy moaned all the way until he couldn't move anymore. As the wound slowly deteriorated, he could not escape the clutches of death, and they had to leave him. No one blamed Bai En. The boy is too young to be killed, but bad luck may come to everyone at any time. They silently bowed their heads down the mountain, and the boy cried bitterly on the mountain. Until he walked far away, Bai En could still hear his cry. I can still hear it now.

Life in the Black Tower is like this. In the cold season, there are people who leave the long training team from time to time. At first it fell to the end, then it began to fall behind, and finally disappeared completely. Frostbite, illness, and the wounded. Thinking of this, Bai En began to tremble and could not help tightening his shoulders. At first he tried to help them, but then he began to be glad that he had not become one of them. In the end, he crossed the body directly without looking at it. He looked at Timal-Kou. There was another corpse in the wilderness, nothing to say. People always have to be realistic.

Timer-Kou woke up from the intermittent coma, struggling to get up. His hands were shaking terribly. He looked up at Bai En with tears in his eyes. "I can't get up," he said hoarsely.

"I know. You can go so far, it has surprised me." It doesn't matter. Bai En has a way, as long as he finds the trail, he can walk twenty miles a day.

"If you can keep some food ... maybe ... after arriving at the Master Tower ... calling ..."

"No," Bai En said firmly, "I need these foods."

Timmel-Kou made a strange sound between coughing and sobbing.

To tell the truth, Bai En is very curious. He thought that after experiencing everything at that time in the ruined castle, Timel-Kou would desire death or at least not care about death. Bai En shook his head and bent down, resting his right shoulder on Tim Meier Kou's stomach, arms around Tim Meier Kou's back. "Without these foods, I can't carry you thirty miles."

Said he straightened his waist and carried Timel-Kou on his shoulders. He fastened Timel-Kou's body with a bandage and walked along the shore of the lake, his boots crunching over wet pebbles. Timel-Kou didn't move at all, hanging like a wet rag, his weak hands hitting his legs at the pace of Bai En.

"I thought you would leave him behind." Said the dwarf carrying the axe.

"If I leave him, will you stop it? Or will you come and carry him?" Bai En said without looking back.

"Then you will carry my axe," the dwarf said lightly. "But I think that's fine."

"If you need me, please tell me at any time, Master." Morris said while breathing, advancing with his staff.

Bai En stopped and turned to look at Morris, noting his physical condition.

"I think you still care about yourself first," Bai En said to Morris, and then turned around again to continue walking along the lake. "I said it, don't die."

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Baien trembles and puts the burden on the side of the road, moving his sore back, grabbing the dirty bandage on his arm, and drinking from the kettle. This day, his sore lips have only drunk water, and hunger is constantly biting his stomach. At least the rain finally stopped. You must learn to appreciate small improvements, such as a pair of dry boots. When you have nothing, you must learn to appreciate.

Bai En took a sip in the sludge, rubbing his bloodless fingers. There is no doubt that I will never get lost here again-two dimple-shaped boulders stand high on both sides of the road. It looks old, covered with moss at the bottom, and gray lichen up. A few lines of faded words were engraved on the stone in a language that Bai En couldn't understand. He didn't even know what the words were, but it gave people a sense of awe, a feeling of non-welcoming, more warning-like.

The dwarf stepped forward and stared at the stone, seemingly seeing something from above.

"Did you see anything?" Bai En asked, rubbing his shoulders.

"This is an ancient text," said the dwarf's finger across the dent on the boulder ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ It says there is some kind of taboo here, about contact with other worlds. "

"Alien world?" Bai En asked.

"I don't know the specifics, I only know a few words." The dwarf shrugged and said. "And most of the text here is blurred."

"The first rule of the Master ..."

"What are you talking about?" Bai En asked in surprise. Since they dropped the pot two days ago, Tim Meier Kou has been in a bad condition, always half awake and half asleep, silent. Bane woke up this morning and almost thought the mage apprentice was dead, but later discovered that Timal-Kou was still struggling to survive. I have to admit that he is very strong.

Bai En knelt down and brushed away the wet hair sticking to Timmel-Kou's face. He immediately grabbed Bain's wrist and leaned forward.

"That's a taboo," he whispered, "contact the outside world!"

"What?" Bai En asked frowning.

"Talk to the devil." Timal-Kou said hoarsely, clutching Bai En's coat tightly. "Netherworld creatures use lies as flesh and blood! You can't do this!"

"I won't," Bai En said with a sigh, thinking that Timal-Kou had lost his mind. "I won't. How does this benefit me?"

Is really not good. Timal-Kou twitched and returned to a coma. Bian bit his lip, hoping Tim Mayer-Kou would wake up again, but it seemed unlikely. Perhaps his master can help, if Tim Meier-Kou can insist on living there for a while. So Bai En carried him on his shoulders again, stumbling across two ancient boulders.