The Legend of Fatality

"Your reward is my respect."

When the light hit the two people, Bai En heard the voice of the nobleman. The two men stood like a giant monster in a fairy tale and were stunned by the sudden light. One of them is a tall man wearing a black monk robe. His face is aristocratic: fine skin and tender meat, cold and frosty. His black hair was cut short, and there was a protruding tip on his forehead. He was extending his hand forward, handing another figure a strange glowing thing.

Bai En admits it. He had seen this material before in the grounds of an abandoned dwarf fortress castle. That is a magic stone. The recipient is short and does not look like a human being. Its fur is gray and its eyes are pink; its long, hairless tail reminds Bane of a big bug. When the thing turned around, squinting at the light, the tail flicked violently. It reached out of its slender, patchwork robe and grabbed something with its claws. A rusty, jagged blade hung from its leather belt.

"Damn coward!" Guerrerogan roared. "Get ready to die!"

"Fool, you said no one followed you." The thing whispered to its human partner. "You said, nobody knows here."

"Stay where you are!" Said Gantt. "No matter who you are, you have been arrested on suspicion of witchcraft, treason and unnatural behavior with animals."

As the opponent had only two people, the captain regained confidence. Even if one of the criminals was a monster, he didn't seem to be afraid.

"Khrov, Spade, tie them up." Just when Gantt ordered, the monster suddenly threw the ball out of his clothes.

"Go to death, stupid human being." The thing shouted shrillly.

"Hold your breath!" Guerrerogan shouted. He slammed backwards with an axe.

The ball thrown by that thing hit the ground, jingled, shattered like glass, and an unhealthy green cloud rolled outward. As Brian retreated to the corridor, Grerogan grabbed Rudy and pulled him back. A gurgle and suffocation came from the gas cloud. Bai En felt his eyes began to shed tears.

The lantern is off, everything is dark. It's like being trapped in a nightmare. He couldn't see anything and didn't dare to breathe. He was trapped in a narrow corridor underground, and somewhere outside there was a monster with a deadly, incomprehensible weapon.

Bai En felt slippery mucus on the stone in his hand. He fumbled and suddenly felt nothing. He suspected that his hand was above the "stew". He felt restless and dared not move around, as if at any time he might suddenly fall down and plunge into the sewage.

He closed his eyes to prevent them from stinging and forced himself to move on. His heart thumped. His lungs seemed to be cracking. The muscles between his shoulder blades began to creep.

He thought that a serrated blade would stick into his back at any time. He could hear someone trying to scream behind him, but failed. They giggled and gasped, and their breath sounded very difficult, as if their lungs were full of fluid.

Bai En realized that it was gas. Grey Logan told him that the dirty guy used dirty weapons, which were the result of a combination of evil alchemy and twisted, inhuman imagination. He knew that a bad breath of gas would mean death. He also knew that he could not stop breathing forever.

Think about it, he said to himself. Find a place with fresh air. Keep going. Stay away from this killing cloud. Don't panic. Don't think about the huge, mouse-like thing, showing its blade in the dark, crawling closer and closer. As long as you stay calm, you will be safe. Slowly, tormenting him inch by inch, his lungs were screaming and breathless, and he forced himself to climb to a safe place.

Then, a heavy object fell on him. Silver stars flickered in front of his eyes, and all the air exhaled from his lungs. Before he could stop, he took a breath of dirty air. He lay panting in the dark, slowly realizing that he was not dead. He didn't suffocate. No one stabbed him in the back. He forced himself to try to move. he can not. There seemed to be a heavy load on him. A terrifying thought flashed in his mind. Maybe his back was broken. Maybe he was paralyzed.

"Is it you, Bae?"

Bai En was relieved and almost laughed. Falling on his back was the huge trencher.

"Yes, where are the others?"

"I'm fine," he heard Khrov said.

"Me too, brother." This is Spade.

"Grey Logan, where are you?"

no answer. Did the poison gas kill him? It seemed impossible. The dwarf cannot die. Nothing as sinister as poison gas could kill him. This is not fair.

"Where is the captain?"

"Does anyone have light?"

Flint sparks. A lamp lit up suddenly and secretly. Bai En saw a shadow of a behemoth along the rock platform dragging towards them. He instinctively reached for his sword. Just thought it was not here. When he fell, he dropped the dagger to the ground. The rest stood there, waiting calmly.

"It's me," Grerogan said. "Damn the human race. His legs are longer."

"Where is Gantt?" Asked Bai En.

"Look at yourself, human."

Bai En was planning to do this, he squeezed past the dwarf. Those gases disappear as fast as they appear. But it has completed its task against Captain Gantt. He lies in the pool of blood. His eyes were wide open, motionless. Many red spots appeared from his nostrils and mouth ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Bane checked the body. It's already cold, no pulse. There were no wounds on his body. Bai En knows magic, but a person can be killed without leaving any traces. This fact confuses his mind.

"He drowned, human. He was drowned by his own blood." The dwarf's voice was cold and angry.

Yes, yes, Bai En scolded him, and his recent reaction has become slow, so I couldn't think of it for the first time. In fact, he had heard this voice before. Although he didn't hear it from Captain Gantt at the time, when everything was over and everyone else was alive, he should have thought of it immediately.

But-Bai En didn't know why, why he didn't react. Adventurous life should make him alert, become more sensitive, and react faster. In fact, this may be the case during the battle, but it seems that this is not the case for his thinking.

Bai En is not sure whether the mage in those books has been squatting in his mage tower for a long time, whether experimenting and reading non-stop is the real way to keep thinking active, not risk.

He couldn't be sure of anything, maybe the smell here affected him, maybe his most recent life, or maybe he was slacking off after a long adventure approaching the human city. In any case, he did slow down, which is not a good thing.

Bai En raised his head and looked at the dwarf. He wanted to know, how did the dwarf deal with fear? Turn it into anger. It wasn't until the dwarf walked over and kicked the body that he noticed the dead monster. Its skull was split open by the thrown hatchet.