The Legend of Fatality

On a long day, when they approached the city wall, Bai En realized how much damage this ancient building had suffered. From a distance, it gives the impression of gritty strength and self-confidence, and if you look closely, it is as ruined as the road they traveled.

The curtain wall blocking the road leading to the valley is four times as tall as a person, passing between steep cliffs. The signs of negligence are obvious. Moss has grown between the cracks in the big rock. The stones were eroded into a pit by rain and stained with yellow mottled lichen. Some were blackened by the fire. A large piece of this wall has collapsed.

Bai's companions were silent. The desolation here cast a shadow over the entire team. Bai En felt frustrated and uneasy. It seems as if ancient gods are watching them, contemplating the glorious remains of ancient times. Bai En's hand never left his hilt.

The broken gate in the old gate was wedged and opened. Someone half-heartedly tried to remove the traces of the hammer and crown carved on the stone. The lichen has grown back to its original place.

"Someone has been here recently," the guide Rubes-Hagrid said, looking at the door carefully.

"I know how you earned the reputation of an explorer." Guerrero sarcastically.

"Stay in place," a strange voice said lowly. "Unless you want to be filled with crossbow arrows."

Bai En looked up above the city wall. He saw a dozen dwarfs wearing helmets looking down from the battlements. Everyone pointed at them with a loaded crossbow.

"Welcome to Shifengbao," their gray-bearded leader said. "I hope you have every reason to break into Prince Ilbo's territory without authorization."

They followed the dwarf warriors through the city under the gray clouds. It's like the scene of chaotic forces reoccupying this world after the end of the world. The house fell down the street. Many buildings exude stale, rotten smells. The ugly raven crowed among the remains of the old chimney. Groups of skinny black birds soared above them.

The twenty dwarf warriors who accompanied them were always vigilant. They scanned the doorway of each building, as if there would be an ambush at any time. The crossbow in their hands is loaded with ammunition and is ready. They give the impression that they are on the battlefield.

They stopped suddenly. The dwarf leader made a gesture to make everyone quiet. Everyone stood there listening to something. Bai En thought he heard a sprint, but he was not sure. His eyes were fixed on the darkness in the evening, but he saw no signs of trouble. The dwarf leader made another gesture, waving two fingers. The two dwarves in armor walked carefully towards the corner, looking around. The remaining soldiers quickly formed a square defensive position. After a long and tense moment, the scouts lifted the alarm.

Silence was broken by Guerrerogan's laughter. "You are afraid of a few Goblins" he asked.

The dwarf leader glared at him. "In a night like this, there are more terrible things outside than Goblin and orcs. You can rest assured about this," he said.

Grey Rogan touched his axe blade with his thumb, and it bleeds. "Bring them," he shouted. "Bring them here!"

His shout echoed once in the ruins, echoed in the vast city, and then suppressed, swallowed by ominous silence. After that, even Grey Logan became quiet.

This city is bigger than Brian had imagined. He has never been to Margarita, and he has only seen Bill Barry on the periphery, but he has been to Realmas, which is even bigger than Realmas. . Even though most of it was destroyed by ancient wars.

"The damage doesn't seem to be caused by your people." Bai En said. "Some of them seem to have been caused only recently."

"Orcs," Guerrerogan replied. "This is their curse. When they have no one else to fight, they fight with their own people. There is no doubt that after the city was captured, they were divided by the warlords. They will definitely fight for the split of the spoils. Turn it over, just like the elf's betrayal. "

It was the orcs that destroyed the city, and Bai En believed this. Even the Goblin tribes in Fatalin will continue to fight before, perhaps to ensure that the strongest group can survive

Habits. Although Goblin on Fatalin Island has shifted the direction of the battle to money in recent years, they have also learned the methods of human merchants, assassination, threats, extortion, etc., and everything is extremely necessary.

"In addition, my relatives and the lords of the surrounding territories have also tried to retake the city many times. Then there is a lot of silver below."

"Silver?" Bai En asked, wondering why the orcs would leave the silver.

"There is also a silver vein main vein below." The dwarf explained. He spit. "But they have never really occupied this city. The darkness has shrouded here. Once the darkness comes, it will never be possible to really get rid of it."

They entered a new area where the buildings have been partially restored and now seem to be abandoned areas. It seems that the attempt to rebuild the city failed and was defeated by the endless ruins. Under the fortress walls, the dwarves seemed more relaxed. They complained about the occasional vigilant orders issued by the dwarf leaders.

"Think about Vincent," said the dwarf leader. "He and his men were killed on the way to the gate."

Heard this, and the dwarven soldiers immediately regained their serious vigilance. Bai En placed his hand next to the sword.

"This is not a place that is good for health." Rubes-Hegrid whispered.

As soon as they walked in, the gate of the castle slammed shut, like the collapse of the tower.

The hall of the castle was deserted, and there were worn tapestries hanging on the walls. A chandelier hung on the ceiling, with strange gems shining on it. An elderly dwarf sits on a throne carved with gold ivory, surrounded by a row of dwarf warriors in blue uniforms and full armor. He had cold eyes. He lowered his eyes, his gaze moved from the oath-taker to the surrounding humans. Beside the throne ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ A female dwarf in a purple robe watched the whole process with a strange and calm tension. A book bound by a metal cover hung from the chain around her neck.

Bai En felt that he found a nervous look on the faces of these dwarves. Perhaps they lived in this haunted, dilapidated city and had already worn their morale. Maybe something else; they always seem to be looking back. They were startled when they heard a slight noise.

"Speak your intentions, stranger." The old dwarf said in a deep, proud, fragile voice. "Why are you here"

Grey Rogan stared at him angrily. "I am Guerrerogan Mahal, the last person in the longbeard clan, once a member of Shifengbao. I came here to hunt monsters in a dark world.

"This human benevolence, he is my sworn brother, a mage and recorder. That human Morris is his apprentice. Do you want to deprive me of my rights?"

When he said his last sentence, Guerrerogan raised his axe. The dwarf soldiers raised their hammers.

The old dwarf smiled. "No, Grerogan Mahal, I won't do that. Your path is glorious, and I don't see any reason to stop you from taking it. Although you choose him as a brother, it's a bad idea. "

If it were not for the large number of opponents, and the dwarf soldiers began to whisper to each other, bewildering Bai En. Bai En will definitely find a chance to let the old dwarf know what a bad idea is. But it seems that Guerrero has broken some incomprehensible taboos.