The Legend of Fatality

Miya Lara heard a rapid wind, and then turned to observe the head of the whole team. She looked around but failed to notice the wind until she looked up and found a mast hitting herself and the Prince he was supporting.

Mia Lala pushed the Priest away subconsciously, and Priest rolled out a long way under her vigorous push. The cables and sails on the mast slowed down its fall. After landing, it first smashed the low stone wall on the edge of the pier before finally landing on Mia Lala.

The goddess of fortune looked after her, and she could feel the mast on her thighs trapping her legs, but she was still alive, not even having a fracture. But she couldn't move. The mast was too heavy. She once carried a small mast. But that was when she was at full height, not when she experienced a long battle and was pressed under the mast.

Prince stood up and glanced at the fallen mast sullenly. One hand grabbed his staff, the other was so slack. He walked slowly to Mia Lala, looked down at her and the mast on her, his lips moved, but said nothing. Eventually, he turned and walked towards the edge of the pier, and finally glanced at Mia Lala and the soldiers coming in the distance, and jumped down.

The explosion of the alchemy bomb did not affect the stone of Sean on the main mast. Thank goodness, otherwise the whole ship might be blown into the sky. But when Bai En found himself so close to death, he was completely angry.

"Falheim! Let the others stay by the boat, come over and help me!" Bai En growled.

Falheim gave a brief explanation, let the others stay by the boat, and quickly ran to Bai En by himself. Don't care about the blood and bones on the ground at all.

"Come on, help me draw that circle. It's good to fill up the piece of alchemy bomb that was blown up." Bai En had already prepared on the ship, but he felt that it was just another action to satisfy his persecuted delusions- One of the jobs that will never be used. But used today, such a coincidence, so perfect. It would be better if the ship was not bombed.

Bern and Falheim quickly filled the missing parts of the circle. Fill the blown-out deck with cloth or silk, and then redraw on it with a stylus.

The team of Giaryni moved forward steadily. He saw the huge human in armor playing against Halken. Desperately trying to break through the Halken line, the man with a shield and a long sword like a mouse was slick. He even recognized the man, Albayan, a gladiator from Istania, an excellent warrior.

When Giarini's troops crossed Miyallala trapped under the mast, he didn't even glance at her. For the first time, Miyala found that someone ignored her. She shouted and cursed to try to attract attention, but only attracted a few cold glances at the last crossbowmen.

Albayan and his men discovered that Giardini was close, enough to see his face in armor. He jumped to the side and back, he will always make the most correct decision. The other's crossbow was shot immediately. Only one of his men was still standing, but he was quickly cut into pieces by the short sword beside him.

"I will give you a chance to challenge! Giarini!" Albayan said loudly.

"Yes." Giaryni replied in a cold voice. Then he took his big sword out of the queue with his hands.

Nokranstov and Ariel were surrounded by soldiers with daggers. After discovering that the chief accepted the challenge from the other party, he temporarily stopped his hand.

Albayan put the long sword back into the scabbard and pulled out the flying knife on the belt with the sword holding hand. He moved flexibly while approaching Giarini, during which he threw the flying knife at Giarini.

Gyalini raised his arm and let the flying knife hit his armor without blocking his sight. The cleverly raised angle allows the flying knives to all flew in one direction, without giving the opponent the opportunity to pick up the take-off knives again in battle.

Albayan knew that his tactics had failed. He pulled out his long sword, the sword hilt was thicker beside the waist, and the shield was held forward. Use a shield to cover the tip of the long sword, so that the other party will not find the position of the sword.

Saw Giarini's sneering smile on the face under the helmet mask. He gently threw up the two-handed sword in his hand, and then grabbed the tip of the blade with steel gloves with metal thorns, holding the two-handed sword upside down, suddenly lifted it, and hit the Alba as hard as a hammer. Yan shield.

Albayan was completely smashed out by this violent blow, and his left hand holding the shield was broken. He gave up the shield and tried to get up with his right hand, but he saw that the feet in iron boots had come to him.

Albayan felt a cold metal hand grasping his face and pulling himself off the ground. He tried to wield a long sword to attack the opponent, but was caught by the opponent's other hand.

"Istanian gladiator, weak like a bug." Giaryni said coldly. "Bugs are not worthy of dying under my sword, and worms should be matched with the worm's method of death."

Giaryni began to clenching his right hand, holding Albany's right hand. The fingers of his barbed steel gloves were pinched on both sides of Albayan's cheek. Giaryni violently crushed Albayan's face. Albayan's body twitched a few times and was thrown aside by Giaryni.

"Where are you? Big guy." Giaryni asked at Nokranstov, who was much taller than himself.

Nokranstov is confident of defeating anyone in any duel, but he does not believe in each other, the dock guard and the city patrol will soon arrive. The council here will not allow anyone to fight on the pier with such great fanfare.

Nokranstov was not afraid of death, but he began to wonder how many people he could kill before he died. He glanced at Ariel who had always been by his side. The young Northerner even shivered a little, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or fear.

As Nokranstov was about to start, the ship heard a weird singing, like the sound of a certain movement of the throat, and even some sharp hissing and spitting sounds. There are also some sounds that make people feel numb.

Then everyone saw the deck on the ship emit a strong red light, and the blood flowing down the deck along the deck returned instantly. The corpses on the ship began to twist, pile up, and put together. When the red light was over, a twenty-foot-tall giant fleshed up on the ship.

The real giant is far more than anyone on the scene. Its face is made up of the faces of various corpses, and it is still changing. The limbs and body are composed of the body of the dead body, but he has full human-like arms and fingers.

"Darza bless." Nokranstov is not a firm believer, but he now hopes that he has a faith, and this faith can protect himself from the giants.

The flesh giant made a stern and sharp roar, its roar was made by each face on the body. It rushed directly into Halken's team and stepped on a soldier with one foot. It took a life each time it swung.

"Halken! Come here." Giarini shouted loudly. When he saw the flesh giant, he knew it. Everything is over, and the caster organization that can summon this flesh and blood giant is not something that Colonel Rovkon can handle. At least not now.

"William, let your crossbowmen shoot two rounds of demon crossbows to see the effect. After that, you take them withdraw." Giarini whispered to William next to him. Then he turned to look at the spearmen around him, sighed, thinking that he still needed to leave something for the giant to notice.

"The spearman! Array, lift the shield, charge!" Giarini ordered, and the spearmen who habitually executed the order rushed towards the giant. And Giaryni took the crossbowmen under Halken and William to leave, not missing the soldiers still on the battlefield.

Nokranstov watched the giant slay in the crowd, suddenly thought of an idea. He grabbed Ariel directly with one hand and rushed away to the soldier who was busy dealing with the real giant. Striding toward the springboard, he threw the axe in his hand directly over the springboard before boarding the boat. The ax fell in the middle of the deck on the ship. The mage on board looked at him with a strange expression.

"I'm here to accept the employment! Realmax's most powerful adventurer, Knocklandstorf!" He shouted as he ran.

Mages on board unclearly gave him a way ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I found those guys at the dock. I thought it was an adventurer who came to find a job together. "Nokranstov felt that he had never spoken so fast before." Me and my apprentices followed them. When we found them attacking the ship, you saw it. We also try to protect future employers. "

Bai En doubts what he said, but he is indeed fighting his enemies, and he must have a good combat effectiveness if he can survive. In addition, he is busy with the operation of the flesh and blood giant, and he has no time to distinguish between what he said is true and false.

Falheim nodded, he felt a little weird, but did not find any obvious flaws. The blood stains and minced meat on the other party showed that this big guy was indeed fighting.

Bai En manipulates the flesh and blood giant to kill the enemy constantly, and the soldiers around the giant can't fight the giant at all. The dagger can cut off flesh and blood from the giant, but at the risk of being smashed by the giant with one punch or stamped on the foot.

The opponent's swords and shields spread out when there were more than a dozen people dead, which greatly increased the operation of Bai En and had to chase the people who ran away.

Ariel suddenly ran off the boat, and ran to the place where the mast fell in the distance, trying to lift the mast on Mia Lala's body. Nokranstov followed, he did not want to control this woman, but when he found that the mages on the ship were staring at himself, he had to make some performance that I was a good person.

He found a convenient place, bent down, and embraced the mast with both hands. The muscles in the legs and waist suddenly pull the mast up to the waist. Ariel took advantage of this effort to directly pull Miara down from the mast. Then he held the woman in his hands and returned to the ship. Notchranstov, who threw the mast again on the ground, shook his head and sighed for a long time.