The Legend of Fatality

The smell on the street made Bai En sick. He had seen the plague before. He had seen a city surrounded by terror before. In Heidelberg, the dead fell on the street, where they lay and died of diseases spread by the plague monks of the evil ratmen.

But he had never witnessed such a thing in person. As Guerrero said. The Evil God Army used the huge catapults and catapults they built to launch the bodies towards the wall. The corpse fell from a height of several hundred feet. The swollen and decayed body exploded in the process of hitting the stone ground. The pebbles were full of gas and pus produced by the corpse, leaving yellow bones and skulls exposed in.

Bane walked through the haunted street towards the white wild boar tavern, wondering what kind of people would fight in this way. Bane knew that this tactic appeared very early, but in all his reading In the material, he has never seen the clues of the specific moment of this foul tactic.

However, he knew that this was an effective method. It seems that no matter human beings or other species, they will immediately use their advanced discoveries for war. This seems to be a biological instinct? Bai En is curious. None of the intelligent races in this world really like peace.

People vomit and vomit as soon as they see the body. Worse, some of them started to cough. Bai En knows that this is just the first sign of what will happen in the future, and of course the least obvious symptom. Rumours about the plague are everywhere.

He glanced at Angelica. She also looked serious. Of course, the environment around them even makes a drunk clown feel frustrated. Even in the best times, Prague is not a pleasant city. The buildings here have always been gloomy.

The horned gargoyle held onto the eaves of the building. On the wall was a squinting face squinting, this is a memorial of a long war four centuries ago, the opponents of this war are the ancestors of the army now waiting outside the gate.

There are worse. There is a gloomy atmosphere here, which seems to become stronger with the emergence of the evil army. Sometimes, with the afterglow of his eyes, Bai En saw some strange things moving in the doorway, alley and roof.

But whenever he turned his head to look closely, there was nothing there. There was only one feeling left, as if something suddenly disappeared, but he could never see exactly what it was.

He smiled at Angelica. She didn't smile back. Her face was pale and haggard. She coughed. She is like this city, more gloomy day by day. These days, it's like sleeping in a bed with a stranger.

They can't seem to find anything to talk about. They can't find much fun in anything. However, every time he thought about ending everything, he couldn't do it. He seemed to be bound by an invisible chain.

He knew she was worried. In this case, who is not? Their lives are in danger. And, although all this is bad for him, it must be more difficult for her. Her entire life was uprooted. Her father is missing. Her country was invaded. She was threatened by plague, black magic and slaughter. This is not exactly the same for him. He shook his head and almost laughed out loud.

He began to realize how much he had changed in his life and in the process of roaming the world with Grerogan. He was worried, but his fear was a controllable thing, surging beneath the surface of his consciousness.

For the rest of his life, as his mentor might describe, it's usually the same. Life in the Black Tower taught him patience and patience. After many years of fighting and exercising, he was used to hardship and hunger. After dozens of dangerous adventures, he was finally able to ignore the danger they were in until the last moment.

He learned how to seize the opportunity, and if he treated others, he also learned how to put his troubles aside until one day they can be resolved. Even the plague didn't scare him as before. He had survived the plague before, but he hopes to survive the plague anyway.

In any case, he told himself, whether he was worried or not, it would be no different. If his fate is to die from the plague, he would rather not know, at least before he had to know. He knew a little in his heart that he was joking. Deep in his brain, a part of him was very clear about what was happening and worried about it, but at this moment, he found that he could ignore it.

"In this case, you seem extremely happy," Angelica said.

They entered the main square outside the inner wall. This is still a place to do business, where dozens of merchant stalls can be found, selling everything from leather goods to food. Until now, the soldiers of the Duke Guard began to distribute a fixed amount of corn to the poor, each of which was only divided into a small wine glass.

They transported it away in tins, sacks, or cloth rolled into small pieces. Bai En couldn't help noticing that not everyone present was very poor. Some people wear artisan or merchant clothing. The guards drove away most of the merchants here, unless the goods were badly needed.

Bai En shrugged. Everyone has to eat. These people are probably just doing their best for their family. Maybe he should do the same. But in fact, he would never do it. He is different from them, he thought, maybe this is how his mentor sees these things.

"This is a beautiful morning, we are still alive," he replied. This is also true. The sky above was blue and there was almost no cloud. The cool weather is more pleasant than the suffocating heat waves of midsummer. If you can ignore the smell of rotting corpses it brings, the breeze is almost refreshing.

"Enjoy," Angelica said, coughing. "Winter is coming soon."

"You brought a ray of sunshine to you today, didn't you?"

"This is our main hope," she said, as if answering a fool's question.

"why"

"Kaslov's winter is hard. It will not be a good time to go out of town. By then, you should stay indoors and sit by the fire with plenty of food.

Something in her tone stabbed him, and he guessed she was intentional. "Perhaps the evil god's warlord Alek and his men plan to enter the city wall before then and warm their hands on the burning building."

"Who is unhappy now?" Angelica asked back.

"Be careful!" Bai En jumped aside so as not to be splashed by the contents of the night pot poured on the street. His jump almost brought him into the dunghill. He leaned back on his heels and almost lost his balance. Angelica reached out and grabbed his shoulder and smiled ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Maybe you should be a tumbler or a clown, "she suggested. Her tone is more friendly than ever.

"Maybe," he said with a shrug. They turned the corner and the pharmacist's shop was in front. Bai En recognized it from the signs of the mortar and pestle hanging on the door. Even if he didn't, the long list of unhappy people outside would reveal the secret. The plague makes everyone worry about their health. Bai En lamented. The last thing he would like to do today is to stand among a long line of people waiting for service. Especially in this group of people it is likely that someone has already been infected with the plague.

"Why can't Eisenheim buy his own herbs?" He asked mournfully.

"Eisenheim has something else to do. He needs to prepare his magic. To protect us all from the plague."

"I have other things to do."

"Are you talking about drinking?" Her tone told him that she would not accept any arguments. He began to regret that he should not have offered to accompany her to do this. However, after what happened last night, this seems like a good idea. Friends of witch hunters may come back for revenge. This is not to say that Gray Logan or other oath-takers are worried about this prospect.

So far, Bai En has to admit that their attitude seems reasonable. The authorities did not seem to be bothered by the death of one of these people, nor did Urgo's companions return to revenge. But it is too early to draw conclusions.

They joined the team outside the pharmacist shop. All people seem to be coughing or scratching, and others feel a little uncomfortable. Bane hopes that they have not fallen under the control of the plague magic. Somehow, he knew that the plague was just the beginning of their trouble.

He wanted to know what the **** these believers of evil gods were doing.