The Legend of Fatality

Grey Logan led them trancely through the promenade deep in the ancient city. They entered a wide and low tunnel with ruined statues on both sides.

"The orcs have been here," Bai En said to Rubes-Hagrid standing beside him.

"Yes, but not recently, my friend. The statues were not recently broken. You can see the lichen growing in the crack. But I don't like how it glows."

"This place is a bit evil. I can feel it," Oberon-Ravenhart said, pulling the sleeve of his robe and looking around nervously. "There is a depressed atmosphere in the air."

Bai En didn't know if he could feel it, or he simply accepted his companion's hunch. They turned a corner and walked along a road lined by tall stone arches. Strange rune patterns are carved between each arch.

"I hope your friend did not lead us into the trap set by the dark forces." The mage said softly.

Bai En shook his head. He believed that the ghost was sincere. However, he thought, how much do I know about this kind of thing? The appearance of that ghost is far beyond the scope of his experience with normal things, and all he can do is believe in the development of things. He shrugged fatefully. Things are beyond his control.

"I don't want to disturb you, but the people who chased us are back." Rubes-Hegrid said. "But why don't they attack? Are they afraid of this area?"

Bai En looked back at the red eyes of the leading orc. He recognized the terrible banner in the hands of the orc.

"No matter what they are afraid of, it seems to have gathered courage now." Bai En said.

"Maybe they rushed us here to sacrifice," Oberon-Ravenhart said worriedly.

"Yes, if you think about the good," Rubes-Hagrid said mockingly.

In the end, they walked across the bridge over another canyon and into another corridor with decorative arches. Grey Logan stopped in front of a huge open arch. He shook his head, like someone waking up from a dream.

Bai En studied the arch carefully. He saw a huge groove that was used as a baffle and could be moved. Thinking carefully, Bai En believes that if the hole is closed, it cannot be seen from the outside, and the door will be integrated with the road they have traveled. Bai En lit the lantern and drove away the darkness.

On the side of the cave entrance, there is a huge tomb with a row of huge sarcophagi on each side, carved on the sarcophagus like a noble dwarf sleeping. On the right is male, on the left is female. The tops of some sarcophagi have been removed. In the center of the room was a pile of gold and worn flags, mixed with yellowed broken bones. The hilt of a sword protruding from the middle of the stone pile was carved into the shape of a flame.

Bahn remembered the stone pile they built for followers of Gar-Kepler on the way to the city. At this time, a stench went through the arch and Bai En wanted to vomit.

"Look at the gold," Rubes-Hegrid pointed to the pile of gold. "Why didn't the orcs take it?"

"There is something protecting it," Bai En said. A question flashed through his mind. "Grey Logan, this is a hidden tomb of your tribe you mentioned, right?"

The dwarf nodded.

"Why is the door open? It must be sealed here, right?"

Guerrerogan scratched his head and pondered for a moment. "Grim opened the door." He said angrily. "He used to be an engineer. He should know the rune code. Ghosts only appeared after he left the city. He gave up the looted grave and escaped here. He knew what was happening here.

Bai En agreed. The gold digger is very greedy, and if possible, he will loot the grave. He found the missing dwarf tribe. But if this is true, is another part of his story true? He escaped from the monster? This shows that the monster he mentioned may not be the ogren they met first, Is something else. Did he leave the temple warrior Ladimore to deal with the monster alone?

While they were talking, Gal Kepler entered the tomb and walked to the pile of treasures. He turned around, and Bai En saw a triumphant look on the templar and thin face of the Templar.

No, come out, Bai En wants to yell.

"I found it," he called. "Ladimore's lost sword. I found it! Praise Marnus!"

Behind the pile of treasures, a huge horned shadow vaguely appeared, two and a half times taller than Gal Kepler, and wider than his height. Before Bane could shout a warning, he swept the Templar's head with his powerful claws. Blood splashed on the ancient stone coffin. The thing stumbled forward, squeezing through the pile of treasure with irresistible force.

Bai En heard of the story of the monster. He used to think that the fleeing dwarf Grim said nothing more than trolls, ogres, or some kind of weakened giant. Perhaps this is one of them. Now it has been changed terribly. It has rough skin, covered with huge, dripping tumors, and has three muscular arms, one of which ends with forceps. A small baby-like head grew from its left shoulder, like some kind of indecent fruit, staring at them with a pair of cunning, vicious eyes. It spoke terrible words in a language that Bai En didn't know. Pus dripped from a huge leech mouth under its neck.

The beast-like head roared, echoing in the long hall. Bai En saw a necklace hanging on his neck, with a black stone amulet glowing green. The magic stone, he thought, must have been there intentionally.

He did not blame Grim for choosing to run away. Or Prince Irub. Bai En understands that even if he is now, if he can, he will choose to leave here ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ to escape from afar. Beside him, he heard Oberon-Ravenhart vomiting. He knew that the magic stone created this thing. He remembered what Guerrero had said about the war under the mountains a long time ago.

Some people are so crazy that they even tethered the magic stone to this monster and deliberately induced mutations. Maybe it was Goblin, the mean villain mentioned by Grerogan. This monster has been here since the war, this is a festering monster, constantly changing and growing in a place away from the sun. Maybe it was this monster produced by the magic stone that blasphemed their graves, which caused the dwarves' ghosts to walk? Or maybe it was because there was a magic stone, and the existence of pure evil forces affected the corpses.

Those thoughts echoed in Bai En's mind, just like the roar of the crazy thing echoed in the cellar. As the monster drew closer, he raised his long sword and thought about how to deal with this distorted monster. The stench it blew filled his nostrils. He heard the terrible **** of the leech on it. It was looming in the darkness, and its tortured and brutal face was gloomy with its glowing amulet.

The monster wants to approach him and kill him, but he is helpless. Bai En ’s spell is not suitable for dealing with this type of monster. With a long sword, his sword technique cannot guarantee his attack on the other three arms. Survive. Maybe he will welcome the arrival of death, because he has faced the crazy performance of this world.

Guerrero bowed his back and crouched between the monster and him. In the green light, the shadow behind him swept over. He stood at the front of a dark pool of water, holding an axe in his hand, and the rune shone with witchcraft.

The distorted troll stopped and looked down at him, as if surprised by the recklessness of this little thing.