The Legend of Fatality

"What's that?" Gray Rogan asked suddenly. Bai En looked in the direction he pointed. A group of tired, ragged beggars got out of the big tent. They were pushed forward by a group of fat men in dirty robes.

The scouts leaned on the staff of the huge skull, their eyes glowing green in the darkness. Beyond this distance, Bai En even smelled their odor, almost suffocating. This is the worst rotten and corrupt odor he has encountered since he fought against the ratmen's plague monks in Mole Garden in Heidelberg.

"I don't know," Bai En said, "but I bet there must be no good results."

When the group of beggars approached, Bai En heard their pitiful weeping. Save us. Help us. Pity us pity. The shouts were heartbreaking, and Bai En never doubted their sincerity. As he watched the slave masters in robes begin to retreat, the beggars also ran towards the walls of Prague. Open the city gate! Let's go in! Don't leave us in the hands of these demon worshippers!

Just as they ran forward, their cries were answered, but not in the way Bai En expected, but it was indeed the way Bai En would choose the same way. The archer on the wall opened fire. The arrow whistled through the air and shot through the body of the leading fugitive. Some people stopped and screamed; others moved on and inevitably died from long-range shooting.

"What are they doing?" Bai En frowned and asked, if the enemy is really ready, he should understand that any city under siege will not let anyone outside the city enter the city. Whether he is a beggar or a civilian. Or maybe only the nobility will be hung from the city. In addition, no one can come to the city alive.

"This is the devil's trick, humans." Gray Rogan said, "These Mrs. Casler are responding to it in the only possible way."

It sounds like he approves of the massacre. Just when Bai En watched the last fugitive killed. The only response of the slave owner was a cruel laughter.

"I mean, what's going on," asked Bai En.

"There is no doubt that everything will be revealed tomorrow." Guerrerogan understood the meaning of Bai En's first question at this time. But he couldn't be sure of the other party's thoughts, so he only pouted. "Come on, it's time to have a drink-if there is a decent beer in this city."

Tomorrow did reveal what happened. The fugitive's body swelled and turned black overnight. Bane saw in horror from the telescope that there were traces of disease on the beggar's body. A lot of pustules appeared on their skin. The smell is too bad. Bai En covered his nose. He did not know whether the idea that the plague could spread through stench had any authenticity, but he did not take risks.

"The guards did the right thing," Gray Logan said. "Let those refugees come in and bring the plague here. This is Latar's masterpiece. This is done by the followers of the plague master."

"But this must mean that they may just be innocent peasants who were captured as the evil army advanced south," Bai En said shudderingly.

"Yeah." Guerrero replied somberly, "very likely."

"This is the most despicable way of warfare," Bai En said with a sigh.

"Tell them your complaints, human beings." Grerogan pointed dissatisfiedly at the evil scum. "They did it, not me."

Bai En could hear the anger in the dwarf's voice. Guerrerogan was no happier than him. He had another idea. The guards must also know that they shot some innocent people. All of this is part of a simple strategy that aims to help break down the morale of the defenders. Bai En knew that this would probably work. The plague is an undefensible disease.

"I didn't blame you. I mean—the most mean way of war is always playing." Bai En said after a long time. "And what can we do"

"I'm going to find Snowry and a few guys, we will drag the body away and burn it."

"Then you will get the plague." Bai En said.

"Dwarves are not tortured by human diseases, humans. We are too strong."

Bai En sincerely hoped he was right.

The white boar tavern is full of people. The dwarves sat in a corner separately. When they burned their corpses at the gate of the city and came back, nobody wanted to talk to them. No one wants to do this at the risk of contracting the plague.

Bahn, Eisenheim-Schneider and Angelica are the only ones willing to sit next to them. If the dwarves felt offended, they did not make any representation. Well, they are all oath-takers, and Bai En thought that they might not find anything unusual about people avoiding them.

"I can't wait for the evil army to attack." Wuli shouted. "I want to kill at least one hundred."

The other oath takers looked at the young dwarf with a slight skeptical look. He didn't seem to notice it himself, but just kept boasting. "I am going to cut them into pieces! Then I will jump on the pieces."

"Snowry can't see the meaning of this ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Snowry said drunkenly." By then they were dead. "

"You can never tell if the evil admirer is really dead!" Wuli shouted. "They have so many magical powers."

"You will become an expert in this area." Guerrero said ironically.

"No! I only know what my grandfather used to say about those evil admirers. He was in Prague at the time. The last time they launched an attack."

There was an incredible whisper of whispers on several other tables. Wuli's cry was too loud, and no one in the bar could ignore it. It's not crowded here to the point where other people's quarrels drown his words.

"Is this possible?" Angelica whispered. Bai En nodded. It is indeed possible. But Eisenheim Schneider said nothing more before Brian had time to speak.

"Yes. The lifespan of dwarves is much longer than that of most humans. They are different from ours. Even an ordinary dwarf can easily live to 250 years. According to records, some dwarves, especially dwarf nobles Can live to 400 years old, and some of the dwarves are said to have lived for more than a thousand years. "

Eisenheim-Schneider paused and continued. "At this point, it seems to be the same as human beings. Without considering magic and some special circumstances, better quality habits and diet can indeed increase the lifespan of people."

"Yes, I believe this. So academic wizards generally live longer than those who often fight. And I also believe that my personal willingness to survive is somewhat helpful to this matter." Bai En said sourly: "Because of this, I don't believe that these dwarves can live to be two hundred years old. They are all oath takers."