The Legend of Fatality

Alek leaned forward on his huge throne. His head wearing a huge helmet rested on a fist wearing steel gauntlets while his arms rested on the throne. He is in a bad mood. The illusions given to him by his wizards, coupled with his impatience with the imminent start of the siege, did not put him in the best condition. He glared fiercely at Latal's warriors and hated him. He had never cared about the followers of the plague king before.

"I tell you, great warlord, it will work, otherwise my name is not Barbara-Rotting. The magic of the great Latal will definitely bring you victory." This person, if you can When this word is used on this person, he is simply a walking plague, and he sounds too smug, which is not liked by Alek.

"Our victory is already certain," Alek said. "That poor city cannot resist the power of my army!"

"Unintentional offense, great warlord, in the case where Lathal's way is so easy and fast, why send troops to attack those huge walls? Why not let the plague kill your enemies and let the plague defend them For nothing "

The air was full of dissatisfied voices. Barbara's words did not please other warlords. Everyone is eager to share the glory of destroying Prague, and this city has long occupied a special hostile position in the hearts of every admirer of evil gods.

If Barbara-Corruption can really do what he claims, their victory will be empty, and any honor they have won will be false. Despite this, Alek has to admit that the man who smells bad and is extremely obese makes sense. There is a world outside waiting for you to conquer. Why he has to wait longer to get it

In the distance, he could hear the sound of a saw hammer when the northern tribe began to build a huge siege hammer. If what Barbar-Roy said is true, these weapons may not be necessary. Alek drove away a fly that buzzed from the worshippers of Latar, thinking for a moment. Kelman-Black Staff whispered beside one of his ears. "Let him try it, great warlord. What have you lost?"

Yeah, what will be lost? Alex thought. When Barbara Rotting is committed to his ceremony, all construction work will continue. If Barbara-Corruption fails, we are not wasting time. If he succeeds, he can still get a few weeks. As winter approaches, these weeks may be important.

"Very good, Barbara-Breath. Perform your ritual. Spread the plague."

Barbara-Rot Breath bowed. The buzz of flies around him increased a hundredfold. "Thank you, great warlord. You won't regret it."

"Please note, I never regret it." Alek said as he stood up from the throne and retreated into his tent.

"You have been here all day, humans," said Grey Rogan, then leaned against the wall, staring at the camps of believers of evil gods. Bai En looked away from the gathered crowd and looked at the dwarf.

"Yes. Eisenheim told you that I am here"

"Yes."

"What brings you here"

"I want to see our enemies and see their strength." Guerrerogan then fell into a somber silence. Bai En glanced into the darkness and then the group of enemies. As soon as he saw it, he was full of doubts.

Where did those warriors come from? He always knew that this evil wasteland was full of enemies, but he never thought that this land could support such a large army. In addition to being horrifying, this army also inspired a terrifying miracle. At this distance, the voice of this army is like a broken sea wave. Occasionally, the chanting of believers, the screams of the prisoners overshadow the roar of the beast and the cry of the evil one.

Bai En can see huge siege towers appearing in the enemy team. Hundreds of barbarians dressed in leather gathered on the huge black iron siege equipment and assembled them with parts transported from the carriage drawn by the monster. They built huge scaffolding around. Make the siege tower look more like a statue of a big devil than a siege machine.

The siege hammer is covered with ugly iron, like a fully armed demon. The hammer head of the siege hammer is like a fist of evil spirits sticking out of their stomachs. These tall towers seem to overwhelm the city walls. This is not a reassuring sight.

Huge trebuchets, even long-arm trebuchets taller than the tower, began to stand high above the huge army of evil. The short, long siege hammer with wheels lay beside them.

"Someone outside knows what they should do." Bai En said.

"Yeah, humans." Grey Rogan replied, "This is a long-prepared attack. This is not a masterpiece of some evil **** warlord, he just decided to go south with his followers."

"Even the army facing the pious Marnus was not organized so well."

"No, but it's more in number, and the evil power itself has become stronger ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The evil power from that evil wasteland is flowing in Prague, changing the buildings and people here . "

Bai En thought for a while, then looked up at the moon. The evil moon is bigger than ever. It flashes an evil green light. Who knows what might happen, perhaps the full power of the evil forces has not yet been released.

But there is one thing that cannot be explained. People always say that when the third moon appears, even when all three moons appear in the night sky, or when all three moons appear in the daytime, it is the moment of destruction of the world-people The rumors always seem to be unable to be completely unified.

Perhaps this army with demonic weapons and evil soldiers is just a preview of the future. When the third moon rises, is the real recovery of evil forces? In that terrible moonlight, looking at the huge army, Bai En felt that the end of the world is likely to come, without waiting for the third moon in the rumor to appear.

In fact, people have already taken to the streets and whispered that the terrible evil king will soon appear. It is difficult for Bai En to judge who the King of Evil is. The evil gods are numerous, and the most powerful are seven or eight. To the best of Bain's knowledge, these evil gods have been called 'kings' by believers in some ways.

Faced with these rumors, the witch hunt's anger did not calm down these rumors. This is not the only manifestation of religious fanaticism. Religious fanatics began to take to the streets and beat themselves with whips until blood ran down their backs, atonement for their own sins and that of humanity.

Once Bian would think this was a crazy act, but now he wondered whether they could have any other rational response to this huge army and the evil it represents.