The Legend of Fatality

"When we flew back from the lost Gunter Grimm Castle, I was excited about the prospect of seeing Angelica again, and the idea of ​​being able to take a break after our adventure."

"Of course, there is also the task entrusted to me by the Fatalin Association to re-sign a trade treaty with the seniors of Kaslov. Before the adventure is over, I do n’t need to think about it too much. Facing death at any time, even if the association will be held accountable for my unfinished mission, I do n’t think a dying person should be worried about this. But when I started my return journey, this thing was another matter. "

"However, I didn't realize it at all. Our danger is just beginning. We will soon meet old and new enemies, and one of the most powerful monsters I have encountered."

——From "Bai En Diary", Volume Five

Bai En is looking down from the bridge of "Grenier's Will". He was tall, with black hair, broad shoulders, and narrow hips. His face was tanned, and wrinkles of anxiety radiated from the corners of his eyes, which really should not appear on the face of this age. However, as Bai En admitted before, in his time, he suffered too much trouble.

But where no one had noticed, including Bai En himself, he didn't find a purple light flashing under his eyes.

His hand was resting on the big rudder of the airship, and he was correcting the course, driving the huge airship directly to the place where he thought it was the airship entering this wasteland. Because he waved the dwarf's hammer once, the burn on his hand still hurt. He was glad that he could catch anything. He is also very lucky. At least the dwarf's healing ointment helped a lot.

His keen eyes scanned the tortured land under his feet, watching the arid zone of the semi-desert roll under the ‘Grennell ’s Will’. In the distance, he thought he could recognize a rising cloud of dust.

He couldn't help shivering. No matter what it is, it is not friendly. In fact, there is nothing friendly here.

He looked at the compass, but he knew it was not always reliable in this wasteland. On several occasions, he saw the magnet needle rotate into a circle under the influence of evil forces. Fortunately, they are now close to the edge of this cursed land, where colorful storm clouds do not always obscure the sky, the stars can often be seen at night, and sometimes in the daylight see. These gave him something to navigate. Several times they deviated from the route until they found a navigable star, which alone increased their travel time for a few days.

Bai En exhaled loudly. He was exhausted. Ma Kewen-Ma Kesen taught him how to drive this boat, but now he is no longer happy-although this gives him something to do, it also makes him not think about those things that he can not control.

It is not surprising that the bow is turned very slowly. ‘Glennell ’s Will’ reached its limit. After the last fatal confrontation with the demonic thirsty killing lord and his entourage, the survivors of the dwarf city Guntergrim occupy every cabin and empty gap in the airship. Holding their bulging treasures they took away from the fallen city. Bai En wondered how Hagrim and his people would start their new life outside this wasteland.

The buzz of the engine was very loud, and they tried to make the airship headwind. Bai En cursed in his heart, because on their way back from the wasteland, it seemed that all factors were detrimental to them. He was a bit suspicious because of some kind of evil magic.

In the camp outside Gunter Grimm, at least dozens of mages have vowed to serve the dark forces inside. It is easy to imagine one of them blowing a whistle to make the wind slow the airship, or let the storm blow it to the ground . ‘Glennell ’s Will’ is protected from the direct influence of magic, but no one can resist this indirect method other than another magician.

Bai En laughed self-deprecatingly. These thoughts are stupid. A power that can change the weather has the power to do too many things, instead of this kind of meaningless indirect confrontation. He tried to put these ideas aside and think about something happier.

He didn't know what Angelique was doing, whether she missed him, maybe she didn't even think of him at all. Maybe she had forgotten him completely. Maybe he was just her romance. The loud cursing from behind him dispelled all of his thoughts.

Guerrerogan entered the bridge of the airship and made him feel unambiguous. He paced up and down the command deck, glaring at the trainee engineers, looking out of the crystal windows angrily, as if he wanted to see an enemy flying towards them.

Considering that just a few days ago, Guerrerogan almost died in the battle with the thirsty blood-killing lord, the dwarf's injury was on the verge of death, and he has now recovered amazingly. But he still doesn't look very good. Bandages were wrapped around his wide chest. His huge hair crown protruded from a bandage-like turban. One of his arms was tied by a bandage, but he still managed to hold his huge axe with his right hand. Considering that it would be difficult for Bai En to lift this weapon with both hands, this is an impressive feat.

In fact, the fact that Guerrerogan could stand up and walk around proved the ruggedness of the short stature. Bane knew that if he or any other human being suffered the trauma suffered by Gray Rogan, if he could survive, he would lie on the bed for months or even a year.

"Do you feel better?" Bai En asked. Grerogan's curse has given him the answer to this question.

"I feel like I have been trampled on repeatedly by a group of donkeys, human."

"Is there no progress?"

"Yes. Yesterday I thought I lost in the head-to-head game with Snowry."

"Well, you are lucky to be alive. At least Borek said so."

"What's so lucky, human? If I fall in battle with that **** demon, I will atone for my crimes, and you will write my death legend. In fact, I have to listen to Sri Lanka now. Norrie snores and brags about how many horned beasts he killed. Believe me, some fate is worse than death. "

Bai En raised his eyebrows. He knows dwarves very well now, so when he is joking, he can understand. Strangely, considering his publicly declared goal in life was to find a heroic death in battle, Grerogan ’s words did n’t sound so regretful yet alive.

Bai En suspected that he did hear a hint of sour pleasure in the dwarf's voice, although he thought it would be wise not to point it out. On the contrary, he said: "But if you fall down, no one in Guntergrim can escape, the hammer of destiny will fall into the hands of the admirers of the evil gods, and the thirsty blood killing lord will continue Kill Dwarves ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ This must be something to be thankful for? "

"You may make sense, human."

"You know I am right. We did help Borek prove his theory about the location of Guntergrim. We found the lost city, and we recovered the sacred hammer."

"There is no need to repeatedly emphasize this."

"We thwarted the forces of evil, got a lot of gold, and—"

"I say--"

"Son Ryan's son, Mr. Bai En made a very reasonable point," a deep, round voice interjected. Bai En glanced back and found that the dwarf scholar Borek also entered the bridge. He was old, almost bent at the waist and had to walk with crutches, but he was full of energy and excitement, something that Bai En had never seen before.

He is full of vigor and joy of victory. Their victory at Guntergrim, if you can call this battle that killed most dwarves in the city a success, then his life has meaning. They found King Tanglim's hammer and planned to return it to the dwarf.