The Legend of Fatality

Yesar ran across the arcade, past a keeper giggling at the door, and ran outside on the wide boulevard. He jogged past the outer walls of the spellcaster academy covered with ivy, cursed the weapon master Oferé de Liber and Major West, and passed the interrogation department-the main building with few windows closed tightly The gate-but there were only a few clueless, uninteresting clerks on the road. Fatalin was quiet at this time in the afternoon. Jessal didn't see a few people who could raise his interest until he entered the park.

Three fashionable girls sat in the shade of the lake by the lake, accompanied by an older lady. Upon seeing this, Yesar quickly accelerated his pace, and his tortured expression quickly changed into a casual smile.

"Ladies." As he passed by the three girls, he nodded and rushed past, then heard them giggling behind him, and he was secretly proud. But as soon as they ran out of their vision, he slowed down half the speed.

"Damn Offeret de Liber." He whispered, and when he turned into the Fatalin Avenue Square, he was almost walking, but immediately ran up again-now it can represent almost all the dwarf runes of the Fatalin Association The mage's Osterlang-Rune is training his large, bright team of followers within twenty steps.

The gorgeously dressed dwarf Ostroen-Rune used a series of diplomatic methods to convince almost everyone that he could represent most dwarf forces on Fatalin Island. Many people think that his status in the Fatalin Association is second only to Amen Cannon and is comparable to Dean.

"Captain Dan Luta!" The leader of the rune mage shouted at the running captain, the sun shining on the large gold buttons of his clothes, "Run as much as you like! I have placed a thousand gold coins in On you! "

Although according to reliable sources, Ostroën Rune made two thousand bets to support Butler Dan Gorst, the apprentice of the White Master Mage who had been missing for a long time, but Yesar was still running towards The dwarf rune master bowed deeply. The entourage around Master Rune cheered and screamed encouragement toward his distant back. "A group of rice barrels." Yesar cursed secretly, maybe they should be called wine barrels, but he didn't mind joining them.

He passed a huge group of stone carvings. On the right were the higher mages of the Fatalin Association. On the left were statues of their faithful servants. The statues of the servants were slightly smaller than those of the mages.

Yesar-Dan Luta spent a few days at the Spellcaster Academy, but soon a mentor rated him as having no talent for magic, so he did not learn magic-related things at the Spellcaster Academy. He did not have much idea of ​​the senior mages of the Fatalin Association, only that they held a high position in the Fatalin Association and owned one of the more than twenty master towers surrounding Fatalin City. But he does know that most of those who do tricks at the docks and fairs are magic apprentices.

Before turning to the City Council Square, he nodded at the statue of Archmage Amencanon. He was the only Archmage recognized by the Fatalin Association. The statue frowned as he always did. The white pigeon's stool is slightly reduced in color.

When the parliament held a meeting, the square was almost empty, and Yesar was able to run slowly to the front of the military hall. A stout dwarf sergeant nodded to him. Yesar didn't know if he came from his company-these ordinary dwarf soldiers looked the same. He ignored the sergeant and continued to run among the white buildings.

"It's awesome." Yesar murmured when he saw Aaron Horn and Yutok sitting in front of the chain tower and smoking. Seeing these two **** laughing loudly, he must have guessed his route.

"For honor, for victory!" Yotok yelled as he ran past, slamming the sword in his sheath, "Don't let the Master Weapon Master wait!" He shouted behind Yesar, Aaron Horn Then it ’s overwhelming.

"These **** idiots." Yesar gasped, opening the heavy door with his shoulders, climbing the steep spiral ladder, panting like a cow. This is one of the tallest towers in the city of Fatalin except those of the mage, with a total of 291 steps.

"Damn the steps." He cursed secretly.

When climbing to level one hundred, his two legs burned and his breathing was messy; at level two hundred, he was already struggling. He moved his feet through the rest of the steps, and each step was tortured. Eventually he plunged into the door of a corner tower, stepped into the top of the tower, leaned against the parapet, and was blinked by the sudden sunlight.

The city stretched south at his feet, like an endless carpet of countless white houses, surrounding the glittering river. To the north of the tower, the main city where a large number of mages live is even more magnificent: magnificent and magnificent buildings line up one after another, dotted with lawns, large trees and hundreds of towers.

These towers are far from the height of the mage towers that surround the city of Fatalin, but each of them emits this magical aura outside the tower. Most of the official mages of the Fatalin Association live in these towers.

Confederate Avenue straightly passes through the center of the wizard area, leading to the Fatalin Association Hall. The bronze dome of the Fatalin Association Hall shines in the sun, followed by the tall spire of the Spellcaster Academy, and the icy tall black tower. Afterwards, it appeared above the buildings, like a black mountain, casting long shadows in all directions.

Yesar was sure that he had seen the reflection of the nose-glasses of the master weaponry Offeret de Liber. He cursed again and ran towards the stairs.

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Yesar finally climbed the roof and saw a few white chess pieces still on the board, relieved.

The weapon master Offeret de Liber raised his head and frowned at him. "You're lucky, the major only guards today." West smiled. "It seems that your kid won somehow his respect, but you haven't won mine yet."

Yesar bent down, put his hands on his knees, panting heavily, sweat dripping on the floor. Oferé de Liber took a long box from the table and walked to Jessal to open it: "Let us see your moves."

Yesar holds a short sword in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. Waving heavy steel, they were as light as hair. The weapon master Oferé de Liber takes a step back: "Go ahead."

Yesar cheered up and slammed the first fighting stance: the right arm was extended, and the left arm was close to the body. The two swords are free to change, the blades whizzing in the air, flashing in the afternoon sunlight. After the series of moves, he hung his swords around his waist ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Oferé de Libert nodded: "The captain has two quick hands, right?"

"Indeed," Major West grinned broadly. "He has performed better this time than I have ever been."

The Master Weapon Master was unimpressed: "Unfortunately, he has not turned it into a pair of clever hands. In his third pose, his knees were bent too much. In the fourth pose, the left arm must be extended as far as possible. However, "he paused." Performance is acceptable. "Yesar breathed a sigh of relief. This is already the highest evaluation.

"Ha!" The old man shouted, hitting his ribs with the bottom of the long box. Yesar suddenly fell to the ground, almost unable to breathe. "Response training needs to be strengthened, Captain, you have to be on guard at all times. Anytime, anywhere. If you have swords in your hands, you must **** them and hold them steady."

"Yes, master." Yesar agreed hoarsely.

"And your stamina is a shame, panting like carp. It is said that Butler Dan Gorst runs ten miles a day without sweating." The master of weapons leaned down, "From now on, you You have to run like this. Oh, yes, you run around the administrative area and the wizard area every morning at 6 o'clock, and then practice with Major West for an hour. He has kindly agreed to be your training partner. I am sure that he will pick Show all the small flaws in your swordsmanship. "

Yesar shrank again, and rubbed his painful ribs.

"As for the drunken revelry, I want you to stop it. I fully agree with the revelry at the right time. If you work hard enough to win the game, there will be time to celebrate after the game. But before the big game, you have to clean yourself. Do you understand, Dan -Captain Luta? "He leaned down and said word by word. "Clean yourself, be nice, Captain."

"Understood, the master of weapons Offeret de Liber." Yesar murmured.