The Legend of Fatality

In front of them, the castle appeared faintly from the snow. It is very huge, as big as any palace in the Marnus Empire, but, in the view of Bane, it has some strange places. This looks a bit wrong. The gate is too big, and the wings are slightly disproportionate, as if the architect took some psychedelic drugs when drawing the drawings, and then the workers went out to build what he imagined.

Nevertheless, it still has a disturbing beauty. The huge gargoyle grabbed the roof eaves. A huge carved stone balcony protrudes from under the window arch. The huge monsters were carved in such a way, implying that they are emerging alive from the stone to fight the hero sculpture facing them.

A huge statue of Marnus stood abruptly next to the main entrance. He raised his spear, while facing the other side of the door, Shazan Alexander held a sword. These two great heroes of war against evil forces are always at the entrance.

Bai En wants to know if the legend is true, and if needed, they will be resurrected to defend the city. Somehow, he doubted it. If the unavoidable moment has come, it is now. The two stone-carving heroes have no intention of jumping up and fighting the dark army. Bai En did not blame them. They may have done enough in their lifetime.

These statues should have been inspiring, reminding people of the fact that humans have defeated evil forces, but they have not. Bai En suddenly realized why the architecture in this place looked so crazy and the decoration was so disturbing.

The palace was built by those who had seen and fought with this monster. It is a commemoration of this struggle, just like the giant statue of the unknown warrior opposite the Palace Square. Perhaps his doubts about the soundness of the builder are unfounded. After the war with evil forces, anyone who has enough control over the real world is worthy of admiration.

Bahn fervently hopes that some people in Prague will be able to build something that will amaze their descendants four centuries later. He eagerly hopes that the descendants of this world will have a world where they can live.

The sentry at the gate crossed the halberds in his hands, preventing the adventurers from entering. Bai En can see that there are still many people behind them. People with dull eyes and suspicious eyes have a fierce look in their eyes. In this case, this is not surprising. What happened tonight is enough to make the most susceptible people suspicious, and the Prague guards have never been known for tolerance.

"Say what you have to do!" Said a sergeant with a severe look. "Faster!"

"I don't like your tone." Guerrerogan said more harshly, raising his axe at the same time. Not now, Bai En thought. We have enough enemies to worry about, and now we do n’t have to argue with the Duke ’s private guards.

"We brought a warning to the Duke. There are traitors in this city. They want to poison the granaries near the water gate."

"At least twenty people watch ...

Guard the granary, "said the sergeant." They cannot pass— "

"In fact there are close to fifty people." Grerogan said with a sneer. "But now there is a whole team missing."

"Black magic is used by traitors to defeat them." Eisenheim-Schneider said. The sergeant looked at Eisenheim. He seemed to recognize him.

"You are the wizard of the White Boar Tavern. The man who is too busy to meet adults. It seems that you have changed your mind now."

Now it's Eisenheim-Schneider's turn. "You should thank me," he said irritably. "Thank you these brave warriors, otherwise one day you will eat poisonous bread."

Eisenheim-Schneider's tone, and perhaps his reputation as a mage, seemed to impress the sergeant. "Call the captain." He turned to another person. "You can explain all this to him. Go in. Youlik will know that we can use all the wizards at night like tonight."

Bai En noticed the real fear in the man's voice for the first time. Like all the guards, he seemed so nervous that he was about to collapse. Bai En suddenly thought that if the wizards of the evil army deliberately released ghosts to destroy the morale of the city, then they could not do better.

The Duke looked tired, Eisenheim-Schneider thought, but tiredness did not improve his temper. But having said that, they are all very worn. This is a nervous night. Eisenheim-Schneider thanked the guard sergeant in his heart. The captain was again a reasonable and capable person. After hearing everything they had to say, he sent them to the Duke's room, where the Duke and the ministers were in an emergency meeting.

"I'm glad you decided to join us, Mr. Schneider," Duke Winter said. There was a strong irony in his voice.

Duke Winter, a hard-to-like person, Eisenheim-Schneider thought. His rudeness is easy to expose the worst of people. Eisenheim-Schneider prayed to the gods, hoping that Guerrerogan could control his tongue and temper. I know that there is not much chance of success, but if he can advance— "It's great that you bring a team of heavily armed bodyguards."

The Duke suddenly smiled for the first time, with an almost lovely expression on his face. "On this continent, there is probably no better person than him, at least I heard that it is."

He looked at the oath-takers and said in dwarf language: "Are you here to keep the ancient covenant?"

Eisenheim-Schneider was taken aback. He suspected that in addition to himself, there were several scholars, Marnus' priests, and dwarves himself ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No one could speak the ancient language of the ancient race.

The Dwarf of Duke Winter spoke clearly. His dwarf language does indeed sound fluent. For a Kaslov ruler, this is an amazing achievement. Maybe they are not all the barbarians that Eisenheim-Schneider thinks.

"Yes," Guerrerogan used ...

Said in words. "We are exactly."

"Then welcome you. What wind is blowing you here in the middle of the night?"

Eisenheim-Schneider quickly outlined what happened at night. The face of Duke Winter became more and more gloomy as Eisenheim spoke. After Eisenheim-Schneider finished speaking, he gave orders and sent guards to every granary and all wells. Then he turned around and said to them: "Something disgraceful happened tonight. But you stopped them. We should thank you for eradicating these traitors. I will consider your remuneration."

"The only reward I need is a row of admirers of evil gods standing in front of me, and I have an axe in my hand." Grerogan replied first.

Duke Winter gave a rare smile. "Given our current situation, this should be easy to arrange."

"And you, Mr. Schneider, you seem to know more about these things than all the mages and priests in my parliament. I really hope you show your talents earlier-I will let you occupy one of my committees Seats. "

"I will be honored," Eisenheim-Schneider replied.

"Then we must make sure you are one of them. Go to bed now. I will talk to you tomorrow."

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