The Legend of Fatality

The deck creaked beneath his feet, the sails flapped gently, and the seabirds chirped in the salty air above him.

???? "Don't think it's such a big place here." Roger de Floy exclaimed in a low voice.

The port is a huge white crescent moon that stretches around a wide blue bay, spans many bridges, is very small in the distance, and extends to rocky islands in the sea.

???? The port is like a huge white crescent moon, stretching to occupy the entire blue bay, and countless slender bridges in the distance connect several stone islands in the sea. Green buildings stand out from time to time in the row-by-row buildings, and the sunlight flashes on the thin gray lines representing the rivers and canals.

There are also majestic city walls dotted with towers, which surround the distant edge of the port and rise suddenly from the complex. The most fascinating thing is the green tower that stands on the cliff surrounded by countless plants. If you don't look closely, it is easy to think of it as a huge tree. Roger de Floe's chin was drooping stupidly, his eyes were swiftly glancing here and there, unable to accept everything in front of him.

???? The Roger de Flo who is standing on the bow of the ship wearing half armor and knight sword is the head of the extraordinary contract mercenary regiment. The name aims to make customers understand that they will strictly abide by the contract of both parties. . Unfortunately, people prefer to call them the Falcon Mercenary Corps because their flag is a falcon and there are relatively few people who can recognize their correct group name while the world is literate.

Of course, Roger would never admit that perhaps the more reason is that he has too few members of the mercenary regiment.

"??? Tatuga Port," said Audlik-Kaosus, who came to Roger de Flo, whispered, "The Fatalah Association is the most important and only port. The Fatalians call her Port of the Green Tower. It is beautiful from a distance, isn't it? "The leader of the Seven Ports Alliance leaned close to Roger de Flo." Trust me, you will smell her odor when you get close. "

???? "Someone wants to attack this country?" Roger de Floy murmured, "Then he must be crazy."

"Maybe. Although Fatalin looks proud and vain now, but if you can see through her--" Audlik-Kaosus nodded in the direction of the port, "There are too many races here, They are suspicious of each other and have always been like this. The name is the Fatalin Association, but in fact it is a scattered alliance. Now it seems that they are still working hard for development, but soon they will try their best to fight each other and secretly demolish the platform. Demolition is very happy.

???? Audlik-Kaosus turned to stare at the green mage tower and continued. "The subordinates quarrel over trifles. The subordinates fought in secret wars for power and wealth. This is what they call the government. The wars here use words, tricks and deception as weapons, but they are also bloody. They shed blood A lot of drops. "

???? Audlik-Kaosus sighed, "Every of me ...

The second time, there have been huge changes here, but I know that behind this high wall, they yelled, argued wildly, and bite each other endlessly. Perhaps the two wars they participated in brought wealth and suppressed these. But the old argument will never be resolved, but it will thrive and take root, and as the years go by, these roots will become deeper and deeper. The struggle between people, race and race is always the most popular drama, and it has always been the case. They are not like you, Roger. The people here will greet you with a smile, flatter you, call you a friend, give you a gift with one hand, and stab you with the other hand. You will find this is a strange place. "

???? Roger de Flo has found this to be the strangest place, and there are endless surprises. After the ship entered the bay, the port seemed to continue to expand, with white houses dotted with black windows lined around and hugging them from all sides. The port is shaded by eaves and towers, and the buildings and buildings, walls and walls are squeezed together, all the way to the water on the coastline.

All kinds of big boats and boats compete for the site in the bay, the sails roll like waves, the sailors are busy between the deck and the ropes, and the shouts cover the sound of the waves. Some boats are smaller than their brigantine, and some are much larger. A huge sailing ship broke through the waves, the head of the ship splashed with layers of flashing droplets, Roger de Flo was stunned-it was a wood mountain floating on the sea by magic. The big ships gradually sailed away, leaving them to bump in the aftermath, but there are more and countless ships that are sailing towards the countless docks by the port.

???? Roger De Floy placed a hand above his eyes to block the dazzling sunlight, and the hustle and bustle of people on the pier was discerned faintly, and the voice came faintly: a burst of noise, peddling, and truck bumping the ground The noise is composed of noise. There are hundreds of tiny human figures on the shore, like black ants crowded between buildings and boats. "How many people live here?" He asked softly.

???? "I'm afraid there is at least 10,000 people who live habitually," Audlik-Kaosus shrugged. "Those who do not live often are countless. There are people from all over the world. There are Marnus like us. The people of the empire, the northerners, and even the barbarians, the dark-skinned Kantic from the south of Gurkuk and further south, the merchants of the free city-states of Styria, and the merchants of the city-state Tyria, There are even people who are not far away, from the Thousand Islands, the far-away El Euba, or Southend who worships the sun. "

?? Audlik-Kaosus moved towards a group of people who had just got off the boat, wearing black robes and hoods, covering their entire body, and continued. "But there are more various casters, wandering wizards, sorcerers, wizards, alchemists, witches, monks, priests, pharmacists, shamans, necromancers, witch doctors, druids, magicians, Enchanter, etc. You can find almost all mystics here. "

???? "The population here can't be counted-alive, dying, working, born, stepping on others to climb up. Come on-" Audric-Kaosus spread out double Arm, welcome this ...

The absurd and gorgeous port, "Hug this land belonging to the caster!"

???? At least ten thousand. Roger de Flo is difficult to understand this concept. He has been to Realmas where there are hundreds of thousands of people. But Realmas is a huge city, and the port is only part of it. He stared at the harbor that surrounded him, rubbing his sore eyes inexplicably. What is a port with tens of thousands of residents?

After an hour, he had the answer.

It was only on the battlefield that Roger de Floe experienced the feeling of being crowded and squashed, but the port of Tatuga was indeed like a battlefield-yelling and anger , Collision, fear and confusion. There was no mercy in this war, no end, and no winner.

???? Roger de Flo is accustomed to the vast sky, free air and loyal partners. Audlik-Kaosus is too close all the way, he is too embarrassed, and now he is stranger in all directions , Shoving, shouting. Hundreds and thousands! Thousands of thousands! Countless! Are they really human? Like his feelings and thoughts, will he dream?

???? Countless faces flashed and disappeared-gloomy, tense, frowning, and lumpy paint. Roger de Floe swallowed, blinked, his throat was uncomfortably dry, and he only felt a spin. This is undoubtedly hell. He knew he should be here, but he couldn't remember that he was dead.

"Kaosus!" He moaned in despair. Audlik-Kaosus looked around. "Stop!" Roger de Flo pulled the collar, trying to let the air in. "I can't breathe!"

Audlik-Kaosus grinned: "Probably because of the smell."

????Probably. Tatuga Port smells like hell. Stinky fish, rotten fruits, expired spices, fresh excrement, and various strange and inexplicable, Roger only had a glimpse of the material mixed with the sweat of humans and animals, and turned into an unprecedented stench after being processed by the red sun.

???? "Give up!" A shoulder rudely knocked off Roger de Flo ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and disappeared. Roger leaned against a dirty wall and wiped his sweat desperately.

Audlik-Kaosus smiled: "It's nothing like the vast and desolate north, eh, Roger?"

"Not at all." Roger de Flo stared at the fierce flow of people in front of him-horses, carts, endless faces. A man stared at him suspiciously. A boy pointed at him and shouted loudly. A woman carrying a basket dodges him far away, and finally runs away with fear. He now has a moment of leisure, and he finds that people around him are looking at him, pointing and discussing him, and he seems to be full of vigilance.

Roger De Flo leaned on Audric Caosus: "The Burtanians hate me, the Northlanders are afraid of me, I don't like this, but at least I know the reason. "A group of gloomy seamen looked at him with cold eyes, and whispered in a voice lighter than breathing. Roger looked back in confusion, until they disappeared into a rumbling carriage ...

Rear. "Why do people here hate me?"

???? "Maybe because of his background, or because of something unusual," Audlik-Kaosus whispered, frowning at the crowd. It has a lot to do with the Burtanians, so the Burtanians are not popular here. "

???? "How do they know where I'm calling?"

???? Audlik-Kaosus raised an eyebrow: "Isn't this obvious?"

???? A pair of laughing teenagers ran quickly, Roger De Floy made a step back: "Is it so obvious? Among so many people?"

???? "It's as obvious as a scarred, dirty gate post."

"Ah," he looked down at himself, "I see."