The Legend of Fatality

Screamed echoed in the cold mountain air. Bai En pulled his sword from the scabbard and was ready. Snow fell; a cold wind blew his long hair. He put a red wool cape on his shoulder, so that his sword-bearing arm was unstoppable. Desolate terrain is a great place to ambush; it is bumpy, rocky, and rougher than the moon's surface.

'Feng Soul' was finally used by him. The weight once used as a blacksmith's hammer is now like a branch in Bai En's hands, even lighter than the sacrifice knife. The fog generated by the high-speed airflow on the blade and the occasionally flashing electro-optical body on the sword mean that this sword is extraordinary. Bai En even thought that this sword could easily split the rock, although he would not do it so stupidly.

He looked to the upper left. Several dwarf pine trees grew on the mountainside in disarray. At the bottom right, there is an almost steep slope. There is no sign of danger in either direction. No robbers, no orcs and goblins, no darker things lurking in these remote highlands.

"Noise comes from the front, humans," Grerogan said, rubbing his eyes with a big tattooed hand. He raised his nose and sniffed in the breeze. "It's fighting above."

Bai En was filled with suspicion. Even though he did not understand how the dwarf used his nose to distinguish the direction of the enemy, he knew that the dwarf was probably right; even if the height was only to his chest, the dwarf felt sharper than him. The question is whether to stand and wait or move forward to investigate. Potential enemies are all over the surrounding mountains. The chance of finding friends is very small. His natural caution made him inclined to do nothing.

But Guerrerogan rushed up the gravel path, and a huge axe was held high above his head. Bai En cursed. Once again, why this **** dwarf ca n’t remember not everyone is an oath maker

"We don't all vow to find death in battle." He muttered to himself, and then slowly followed, because he lacked the dwarf's steady footsteps on the dangerous terrain. Morris, who was not far away, also sighed and followed.

Bai En quickly glanced at the scene of the massacre. In the long narrow valley, a group of abominable green-skinned orcs fought against a small group of humans. They struggled through a turbulent stream, and the stream ran down the valley, then turned into a silvery wave, and disappeared at the edge of the mountain. The stream was reddened by the blood of people and horses. It's easy to imagine what happened: when this group of humans crossed the water, they were ambushed.

In the middle of the river, a large man in shiny plate armor fights against three strong attackers with bowed legs. He waved the blade held by his hands effortlessly, pretending to be on his left, and then slammed hard, cutting off the head of another enemy. The strength of his blow almost made him unbalanced. Bai En realized that the riverbed must be slippery.

Not far from the shore, a man in a dark brocade robe recites the mantra. A ball of fire was burning in his left hand. A black-haired warrior, wearing a fur hat, wearing a deerskin hunter robe, holding a long sword with only his left hand, protected the wizard from two screaming orcs. Bai En watched as a blond man fell to the ground, trying to grab the internal organs cut by his machete in his abdomen. When he fell, a burly brutal orc cut him to pieces.

The ambushed team now has only three people standing. Their number exceeds five to one.

"You orcs, debris! Dare to defile the sacred road leading to Kozala-Kekwa. Greni is up! Prepare to die." Grerogan screamed into the scuffle.

A huge orc turned to him. When the dwarf picked up and severely cut off his head, the surprised expression on his face froze forever. Ruby-like blood splattered the tattoos on the oath-takers. Roaring, the dwarf rushed into the beast crowd, slashed to the left and right, and drew a huge double arc. There were corpses everywhere where his axe fell.

Bai En slid down the gravel while running. When he was about to reach the bottom, he rolled in place. The wet grass tickled his nostrils. He rolled to the side, and a monster wielding a scimitar rushed at him, as if to cut his body in half.

Bai En jumped up and waved the ‘Feng Soul’, his blade cleaved the opponent ’s scimitar, struck his head in his surprised expression, and took half of it. The other orc was taken aback and rushed over, when Bai En

When Eun waved the blade again, the silver letters above flashed, and a flash of lightning struck the enemy.

The orc was struck by lightning and was paralyzed. Bai En seized the opportunity and punctured the monster's jaw upward into its brain.

As he struggled to draw his sword, another monster came over and raised the scimitar high above his head. Bai En lowered his weapon and waved at his attacker. When the enemy is hit by the blade, it is like cutting butter with a hot knife. When the orc corpse cut in half fell on him, the guts of the enemy made him sick.

As he struggled to get rid of the corpse, another monster jumped on him, and Bai En tried to wield his sword again, but the other side grabbed his wrist. When the orc used his body weight to press on him, his breath almost suffocated Bai En. The thing dropped its weapon and used both hands to control Bai En's arm. They wrestled on the ground and rolled into the river.

When the orc tried to bite his throat with sharp fangs, Bai En slammed his head against the other side, but Bai En seemed to feel hit the stone. The orc soon recovered, and then he raised a hand to grab Bai En's throat, and Bai En struggled painfully to avoid his trachea from being torn off.

The orc pushed his head underwater. Bane struggled to raise his head, and through the stinging eyes, saw the strange twisted face squinting at him. The biting cold water filled his mouth. There is almost no air in his lungs. He moved the center of gravity of his body frantically, trying to drive away his attackers. They turned over and Bai En suddenly rode on the orc. This time, it was his turn to try to push its head into the water.

The orc grabbed his wrist and pushed him. They hugged tightly and began to roll in the cold stream. Bai En's head sank time and time again, struggling and breathing to the surface time and time again. The sharp rock stung his flesh. Realizing his danger, he passed the fear of danger in his mind, and the currents and their own impulses were bringing them to the edge of the cliff. Bai En tried to break free and gave up the idea of ​​drowning his opponent.

When his head surfaced again ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ he saw the splash of mist. To his horror, he was only a dozen steps away from the edge of the cliff. He redoubled his efforts to escape, but the orc grabbed him, insisted like a **** of death, and they continued to roll down.

Is now about ten feet from the cliff. Bai En heard the rumbling of the waterfall and felt the turbulent water twist and deform. He retracted his fist and punched the orc in the face. One of its long teeth was broken, but it refused to let go.

Has five feet. He punched again, hitting the orc's head against the bottom of the river. Its hand was released. He was almost rescued.

Suddenly, he was tumbling in water and air, and he felt like he was falling down. He frantically wanted to grab anything, anything. His hand hit the rock, and he struggled to grab the smooth river bed. The cold water pressure on his head and shoulders was almost unbearable. He ventured to look down.

He saw the valley of the foothills far away. The distance was so far that the trees looked like mold spots on the ground. The falling orc is a green dot screaming and waving his arms.

Bai En exhausted his last effort, plunged into the water, and froze forward with his frozen fingers. In an instant, he thought he could not survive, and then he fell face down on the edge of the stream, breathing heavily.

He climbed up to the river bank. The orcs have been defeated because their leader died. Bai En took off his soaked cloak and wondered if he would be frozen by the cold air on the mountain.