The Legend of Fatality

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"The experience in the underground world of the Dwarf Empire taught me that this world is not as I imagined. Even the remote places of Fatalin Island have believers of evil gods trying to make evil plans. Whether it is Fatalin Island or a dwarf Wherever the evil chaotic power comes from under the empire proves that the world is constantly being eroded, at least in those remote and sparsely populated lands, evil still exists. "

"But there are too many problems in the world, and there are too many things for me to solve. Both prophets predicted that I should go to the east, but so far I have not encountered anything 'about me', the only thing I found Only the missing sword. Now I have two real swords of magic, but I have lost my sacrificial sword. "

"Fortunately, Grerogan said that he knew a craftsman who could help me repair or integrate sacrificial knives and long swords, then this matter is now the most important thing for me. The spells of the Dakenas system It takes a sacrificial knife to cast, and damage to the sacrificial knife made me unable to use magic, again. This feeling will not become comfortable even if you have experienced it. If you can, I would even fly to the craftsman ’s side, Unfortunately, even if I know this spell, I can't cast it. "

"When I decided to follow Grey Logan to find the craftsman, because of Morris's injury and the fact that he had left Fatalin for too long, we decided to go south and send Morris to a larger town to let He went alone to find the contact point established by Falheim at the port along the coast of Tirya, and returned to Fatalin through the contact point, notifying my companions by the way, I am still alive. "

"It is not easy for us to return from Shifengbao. The weather is bad, the land is barren, and my companion's thread is more unreasonable than usual. We are relatively comfortable and safe, as a huge, escorted business Part of the team, came to the south. At their destination, Morris and we were separate. "

"But in fact, the soft paving and bathing water in the town quickly made me regret my decision. The journey northward between me and the dwarf was done without any help from anyone, except our own legs. Other means of transportation. The people in the several villages we entered were wary of the two armed strangers. This is understandable. The food they sell to us is expensive and of poor quality. "

"As we approached our destination, in this seemingly endless series of terrible adventures, I expected to get any kind of respite, which might be impractical, because it seems that the dwarf oath and me are destined to encounter forever Dark Minions. Even so, it ’s hard for me to believe the extent of their evil influence if I had n’t seen it with my own eyes. Moreover, it seemed that I was destined to fight the Dark Forces alone for a while, because a strange fate came On the oath slayer ... "

Excerpt from the fifth volume of "Bai En Ji"

"Beard is on! What's that?" Grerogan growled, turned around, and raised his huge axe provocatively.

When the second stone bomb whizzed past him, Bai En flashed subconsciously. The sharp stone hit the flat surface of the nearest cobblestone, leaving a scar on the gray-green lichen. Bai En jumped behind the rock and glanced back with alert eyes, looking for the source of the attack.

The valley at the foot of the black crater was silent. He could only see the rolling hills surrounded by trees extending all the way to the towering hills in the distance. He silently cursed the boulders in the valley in his heart, they blocked his view.

Suddenly, Bai En noticed the movement. From the height on his right, a group of deformed people washed down the **** like a tide, and when they came, they brought down a small pile of gravel and stones. The beast-like image yelled like a lunatic, and rushed to him downhill like a goat. A long, deep sound of hunting horns cut through the air.

"No, not now." Bai En heard a voice whimpering, and he was surprised to find that it was his own voice. He was so close to his destination. The long and difficult road from the coast of Birbari to the eastern border of Istania and from the pinnacle to the territory of Tyrya is nearing completion. As long as he was given another time, he could reach the border between Tirya and the Marnus Empire, and then enter Marnus to find a craftsman who promised to repair his sacrificial sword.

He had fought against the orcs on the hills near the ancient dwarf city, and had a small conflict with the robbers wandering on the ruins of the castle where Baron von Held died. He endured the coldness of the black crater and shivered on the snow-covered path leading to the ancient dwarf under the top of the mountain. When he recalled the shadows lurking in the dark, with many legs sprinting in the darkness, he did not shudder. He has gone so far and endured so much. Now that he has reached the border of his destination, he is still under attack. It is so unfair.

"Don't complain any more, humans." Guerrerogan's rough voice came. "Just a group of distorted bodies abandoned by the gods!"

Bai En glanced dissatisfiedly at the dwarf, hoping that he would be as confident as the dwarf. Guerregan stood boldly on the ground of the open valley, ignoring the cover of the rock. His big axe was clumsily held in a powerful fist. Falling like that, the dust rolled up under his feet, and he didn't seem to worry at all. A crazy smile distorted his cruel face: evil joy burned in his eyes. Guerrerogan looked very happy.

This is a typical characteristic of dwarves. The only time he was happy was when the battle was fiercest. Before, when the orcs ambushed them, he had been smiling and enjoying the prospect of violence. When the faces of these monsters with bat wings, longing for human blood and beautiful children appeared at the river crossing, he actually smiled. The worse things look, the happier those who swear. He welcomed the prospect of his death.

Guerrerogan thumped his fist with his fist and shouted: "Come on! My axe is thirsty. She hasn't drank blood for weeks." A stone from a slingshot screamed past him. The dwarf didn't even blink.

Bai En believes that, compared with his own tall form, Guerrerogan's chunky body is not a goal at all. He shook his head; his violent companion probably didn't consider these things. Bai En turned his attention to those who attacked them.

They are indeed aberrations; human beings are contaminated and changed by the strange magic of evil and chaos. Some people say this is because there are traces of evil magic in their blood. Others say they are secret followers of the forces of darkness, and their appearance changes over time to reflect the extent of their inner depravity. Very few sages insist that they are innocent victims of a process of change that sweeps all humanity. However, at this moment, Bai En didn't care. He has a mysterious fear of these dirty creatures, and every time he touches them, this fear will grow stronger and stronger. Fear filled his heart with power, fueling his anger and fueling his killing.