The Legend of Fatality

An open space in the forest, where a large group of humans gathered, even the Fatalin Association may not have imagined such a group of people hiding in the northern forest raged by plagues and mutants. They built simple camps and built small temporary shacks with camping supplies brought from abandoned villages or themselves.

Ricky Rubio sat in his temporary chair, contemplating the news he had just received. A month ago, he took his people through the seemingly endless pine forest and came here. He was tired, as was his army. This **** island and the forest above it are wandering with weird monsters. Many of his people have died here, and a few are missing.

Beside Rubio ’s dilapidated tents, the rebels he organized rested in the tents one after another. For them, this is a moment of breathing for men. Now it has grown to the resistance of hundreds of people, and it has grown to the point that it cannot be easily hidden. Many people in the team knew that a decisive conflict between the rebels and the Fatalin Association was not far away.

At the same time, managing such a huge idealist, mercenary mercenaries, lower-class people, fanatics, people seeking excitement, and the slaves captured by Ogborn led to a very frustrating jobs.

Rubio sighed, trying to sort out his thoughts. He is a burly man with a round face and a rustic look. Then, behind his rustic appearance, a keen mind was hidden.

He used to be a captain of the castle guard. After the lord fled, he chose to surrender to the Fatalin Association, and refused to serve him after surrendering. Although the ending was somewhat unexpected, he was also thrown into a kobold mine in Fatalin Island in his imagination.

Not only did he escape from imprisonment, but he also called other members who also had the will to resist, and finally formed this resistance army. These plans are still being implemented with considerable skill.

For the **** Antaratum who threw him into the pit, and another **** with him, such shrewdness was necessary because they commanded a large army, and this army The mage is surprisingly much.

Only time will tell if they can really be defeated. For him now, any piece of information is valuable, but he is not sure whether this new discovery is useful.

The captain of this patrol was a blacksmith named Shawn May. Rubio neither liked him nor trusted him. Sean May walked a little hard, and he gasped panting, as if the bridge of his nose had been interrupted. There were terrible scars on his men and his face, which undoubtedly added some credibility to his story. Rubio turned the parchment with his callous fingers, thinking about the news.

"The wizard you said," Rubio asked with a puzzled expression. "Are you sure he is dead?"

Sean Meru grinned with satisfaction.

"Yes, Boss," he said at a recent rate. "He would do some tricks, but we soon saw through. We gave him a few times on his head, and he couldn't get those spells out. They are indeed mysterious, but they are not comparable to us honest people. "

Some of Sean May's men kept looking at the ground, which told Rubio everything he needed to know.

"This is really a weird thing," Rubio said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You left him where you killed him, but you only took the bag from him. Even stranger, I thought you would search the body more thoroughly. We can get one more horse."

Sean May frowned involuntarily. Rubio knew that his greatest fear was to make himself look like an idiot.

"The horse ran away, this is the only valuable thing he brought." He muttered unconvincing words. "I thought you would be happy."

Rubio sighed. Knowing that there is no need to force him again. No matter what happened in the woods, those scrolls seemed to be very valuable. If Sean May continued to lose face in front of him, it would be really stupid.

Rubio wondered if they had actually killed the wizard, but the patrol managed to steal the parchment-wrapped bag, and then escaped the pursuit. This was not an easy task.

There is no doubt that these people hope to get something after they work hard, but he can't give them anything. He can only give them hope for a better life now, but after staying in the forest for so long, this hope begins to become slim.

"I think so, as you said. Mr. Sean-May." Rubio said wearily. "You guys are doing very well. Give me some time to study these things, and I will let you know how valuable they are. I'm sure we will fix things, although you know how difficult the situation is now."

Sean May looked disappointed, nodded, and left reluctantly. When he left, Rubio heard him whispering dissatisfaction to one of his companions.

Rubio turned to the old man sitting next to him. The two of them were sitting in a dilapidated tent, covered in dirty canvas, lying between two dry trunks. Considering the current situation of this rebel army, it is difficult to find an ideal place to arrange the daily life of the leadership.

"How do you feel, Gasol?" Rubio handed him the scroll and asked his companion.

The man looked at the content on the scroll for a while, then turned to look at the other side of the blank. Finally, carefully roll up the reel in the hand. Starting

"I can't understand this document ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Gasol finally said," These words are illogical, just ridiculous nonsense. If there is a message here, it must be encrypted. "

Rubio sighed and looked at his only advisor in frustration. Gasol was the lord of Rubio before joining the resistance, thinking the baron's finance minister. The old man was also thrown into the pit, he played an important role in the process of escaping the pit and forming a resistance army.

He knows the lifestyle of the nobles well and understands the life of the mage, thanks to a mage the baron once hired. The old man was responsible for the mage's life. If he couldn't crack the information on the scroll, then no one of Rubio's followers could decipher it.

"Then it's useless," Rubio said in frustration.

Gasol shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm suspicious about this," said the old man. "Anything written with a password has a reason. If we can decipher the password, this information is undoubtedly useful to us. We will receive more rebels every day. If only one of them knows the Fatalin Association password, We are in luck. "New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https: /

The old man paused and continued. "We should put these in a safe place. Our business is just and Marnus is guarding us."

Rubio smiled at the old man ’s beliefs, and he forced himself to share them.

"Good, we will wait for the time." He said after a while.

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