The Legend of Fatality

"I'm going to die, isn't it?" Ryan asked nervously, he didn't expect anyone to answer him.

But a weather-sorrowful mage beside Ryan turned to look at him. The mage has a short beard. On both sides of the face, black hair was combed back and tied behind his head.

"I'm going to die," Ryan thought, subconsciously repeating his question, or answer, clenching his staff with his hands unconsciously-the staff was covered with sweat. "I'm going to die. Oh, gods. I'm going to die ..."

"How old are you, kid?" The mature wizard asked. Ryan can't remember the name of that person. When you watch other armies line up on a rocky battlefield, you can hardly recall anything. Their formation looks very regular. Neat and organized. Short spears in front, spears and javelins in the back, archers on both sides. The black spearmen wore the same equipment: leather vests and short knee-length armor skirts, with a simple steel cap and a matching breastplate.

On the opposite side, many knights have a full set of armor. They sat on horseback, their servants gathered around them, and the armor on their chests shone with silvery white and dark green.

Is there a magician among them? Ryan asked subconsciously. Just King Charles is certainly not a magician. So what about his men? If Ryan had to fight one of them? Ordinary people could not kill the magician. This happened so little that everything is now a legend. But if the opponent also has a magician, can this kind of mage who just graduated from the college really deal with it?

Even if there is no magician opposite, how should I deal with the knight? The caster academy taught that when facing a knight, he should first dispose of his horse, and then keep a distance from the knight without a horse. But here is different, there are hundreds of thousands of knights, how does he handle the other horse?

Soon the content he once trained was really about to face, he thought more and more in fear. This is not an exercise in a military camp. This is not training in the field by waving a staff. This is true. Faced with the fact that his heart was beating like a frightened animal in his chest and his legs were unstable-Ryan suddenly realized he was a coward. He should not leave his cattle! He should not go to school! He shouldn't—

"Child?" The mage asked firmly. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen, sir."

"Did you graduate from the Spellcaster Academy at the age of fifteen? Then you must be very talented." The mage said lightly, then asked. "What's your name?"

"Ryan, sir."

The man with a thick beard nodded. "My name is Morris."

"Morris." Ryan repeated, still staring at the other army. There are so many knights! There are thousands of people. "I'm going to die, am I?"

"Yes, if you talk nonsense, you will die here and be hit by your head!" A mage in a black robe beside Morris turned his head and threatened Ryan, and then turned his head again Continue their previous conversations with others.

"No, it won't." Morris said comfortingly again, his voice rough, but somehow it was comforting. "You will be fine. Keep your head clear. Stay in the team."

"But I have just been trained for three months!" Ryan whispered softly that he could hear the faint jingle of the enemy's armor or shield. "I can hardly hold this stick! Gods, I'm dying. I can't--"

"Child," Morris interrupted her words, soft and firm. He raised a hand and put it on Ryan's shoulder. The top of Morris's staff reflected light. "You will be fine."

"How do you know?" This is not a question, but a pleading.

"Because, lad. You are a member of the Fatalin Association of Masters." The other Masters nearby nodded in agreement.

Behind them, waves of soldiers lined up-tens of thousands. Ryan was just ahead, with a team of about 300 people from the Fatalin Association. Why was Ryan replaced by a new team at the last minute? This is related to camp politics.

Why did this team of mages appear on the front line with the most casualties? Ryan asked himself again. At this moment a small horrible black sticky substance began to climb out of the ground and gather at his feet. In a moment of extreme panic, he almost threw away his staff and hurriedly tried to escape. But Morris' hands clasped his shoulders tightly. Looking at Morris' confident eyes, Ryan hesitated.

"Did you pee before we lined up?" Morris asked.

"I don't have time--" Ryan replied subconsciously.

"So solve it here."

"it's here?"

"Yes," Morris nodded affirmatively.

"For--" Ryan was interrupted by Morris before he finished asking.

"If you don't do this, you will let it run to your lap during the battle, distract you, and may even kill you. So, hurry up and do this now."

Ryan felt embarrassed, handed his staff to Morris awkwardly, and turned around on the stone to solve the problem. When he finished, he sneaked a glance at the person next to him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ None of the mages of the Fatalin Mage regiment laughed at him. They stood very steady. Some people had rods on their hands like Ryan, and some even had long swords on their waists and spears on their backs.

The opposing enemy is almost ready to complete the formation. The gap between these two forces is a flat rocky land, bare, very flat and smooth, with only occasional rock buds breaking. It will become a good pasture. The warm wind blew on Ryan's face, with a strong smell of the storm last night.

"Morris!" The man in a black robe turned and shouted.

He came from the line, holding a short musket in his hand and a sharkskin tied to the handle. When he was walking towards a newcomer, he put the musket back in his waist.

The newcomer—perhaps twenty years older than Ryan—or a 30-year-old man, mainly because of his white temples, made Ryan unsure. He wore thick breastplates and long trench coats, but he was a few fingers taller than Morris.

A dozen people around Ryan immediately stood upright and raised their staff or long sword to salute him. Is this a night owl blessed by the wind? Ryan thought doubtfully.

"Morris, you will have a few new members here," Ye Xiao first raised his head and said to Morris. His voice is heavy. "I need you……

"They just found it not long ago, sir." Morris said with a smile. "I have them ready."

"Good job," Ye Xiao said. "I spent a lot of money to get them over. There is a child who is very talented. If possible, watch him closely and don't let him die easily.

"Yes, sir." Morris nodded and returned.

what? Ryan thought, why would I pay to come here, is the gifted kid talking about me?