The Legend of Fatality

"Leave the candle alone," the girl said to herself in a strange, low voice. "We have time to worry about candles in the future. Now, we have to leave here quickly."

Changed her direction. She no longer looked at the candle, but walked toward the basket with seafood, kneeled beside her, and when she spoke again, the voice returned to the original appearance of the young girl.

"We still need these seafood to sell money, we can only catch these gadgets under the net. Brother is still waiting, he is at the door of the house, he is waiting for me to go home.

She stopped suddenly, a chill hit her body, and she felt every pore tremble. Even though the sun hasn't set, she feels that there is a shadow covering herself and spreads from the road around her.

"Finally, here." The girl whispered again in a voice that was not her own.

A hand in soft leather gloves landed on her shoulder. She was startled, shook her body, and turned back to look at the owner of the hand in a wince.

"Relax, boy." A man's voice said, sounding very young. "She is dead, in fact, everyone will die. You can't bring anyone back to life."

Girl Allie raised her head, and the talking man was wearing a gray robe, standing a step away from her, wearing a mask on his face, hiding under the hood of the cloak.

"The soldier killed her." The girl spoke again in her own voice. "I still have to go home to cook, my brother ..."

"Don't worry about your brother," the gray robe supported his hands under her arms, and easily put the girl up. "Stand up before you talk."

The girl saw other companions of the gray robe, a silent man wearing a gray robe and a mask like him. A chunky man wrapped in black, a young man, an old man, and a man with kind eyes but thin lips that made her feel cold.

The chunky man stood on the side of the road, watching the soldiers leave. He spoke suddenly, his voice a little thin.

"A dead old woman." He said, without even turning his head to look at the girl. "Aren't you interested in women of this age?"

The girl stepped back in a panic and came to the old lady who fell to the ground by the basket and picked up a few candles. She straightened up, and suddenly her eyes became sharp, then she spit hard at the roadside.

The short man suddenly turned his head to look at her, his brows together.

The girl took a small step back in fright. "She's a good person," she whispered, and some imperceptible powder spattered quietly from her fingers. "There are these candles, you see. Five candles, because ..."

"Witch." The short man cut her off.

"That witch? It's too easy." The young man immediately said with question.

"I saw it," said the gray robe. "Don't worry about them, they don't understand the true meaning of candles."

"Humph." The old mage made a dissatisfied voice in his nose. "The witch saw that your companion was not a living person and was going to use five candles against us."

Tears suddenly overflowed the girl's eyes, and there seemed to be a pain that was caused by being wronged around her. She wiped her tears with her small hands.

"Where do you come from?" She asked suddenly. "I didn't see you on the road."

"I hate this silly witch, she is just a watch that can only rely on talent." The chunky man frowned.

"Don't worry, we are waiting, just like her." Dakenluoer, the gray robe, smiled in his tone.

"This stupid woman is mobilizing magic, I can feel something calling her." Billups interjected suddenly.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. The darkness suddenly fell, and the girl took a sharp breath and disappeared. The several mages were all shrouded in dark clouds of darkness, and the only light several people could see was the five lit candles in the darkness.

"Damn it." The youngest mage turned out a few materials from the kit, held it in his hand, and chanted the mantra gently in his mouth. As the spell ended, the material in his hand was rolled up by some small whirlwind, growing bigger and bigger. Several people around him stepped back a few steps, giving way to the scope of his spell.

"Let me solve the smoke." The young mage finished the operation and tried to blow off the smoke.

As his spells became stronger and stronger, the smoke seemed to dissipate, but one of the candles was also burning quickly, from a small flame to a raging fire.

"Remove your spell!" Billups shouted.

It's a pity that the young mage was burning like a burning candle. His body was blazing, and flames were spurting from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His body melted away like a candle, and in a short while there was only a pool of liquid like wax juice on the ground.

"What spell is this?" The chunky man asked.

"Some kind of curse, it seems that it will defy the caster based on the magic power consumed by releasing the spell." The old mage said with a beard.

"What shall we do? Are we trapped here?" The chunky man asked nervously.

"She can't release such a powerful magic. Whether it is a trigger type or a range type, this magic is too powerful." Billups said after thinking for a while. "Except that the curse is true, the other is just a blindfold or a trap that tempts you to trigger."

"For example, to disperse this obvious black mist." Dakenlol said with a mocking tone.

"He may be an idiot, but he is also my apprentice." Billups threatened. "Don't let me hear your satire anymore."

"I thought the Master of the Night Church did not have the concept of mentoring, don't you just recognize a certain lady? Others are just, how to say, the necessary sacrifice for the lady to come again?" Dakenlol ignored The other party's threat.

"Do you have to make things so complicated?" Billups replied helplessly as he drew out his short-handed staff and long sword.

"Let's worry about it first." The old mage blocked.

Billups reluctantly put away his weapons and began to turn his attention to the spell that trapped them.

"There is no need to worry," Dakenolol stepped on the ground with his feet, making a heavy noise. "We are still in the same place, and the woman has not attacked the trapped us, indicating that she has at least escaped."

"That is to say, as long as we wait here, the spell will be released by ourselves." Billups understood at a glance what Dakenlol meant. "Can cast spells so fast, trapping five mages. Who is that witch?"

"Haha, don't you even recognize your defectors?" Dakenlol smiled.

"She? Impossible, she ..." Billups couldn't believe that the child was a defector from the Church of the Night.

"If she will use this black mist as a trap to trigger a curse, then there must be on the circle." The chunky man said. "Unfortunately, I dare not mobilize the magic, otherwise the corpse can be contacted."

"Can you do it? Then don't waste time." The old mage said lowly. "Looking back, the witch ran away, and it's not good for us."

Dakronlol looked at the old mage, raised his cane, and gently chanted the spell that no one had heard before. The "companion" behind him walked towards the candle circle, casually destroyed a candle, and the black mist began to dissipate.

"Oh? There was no trap." The old mage murmured. "I still thought--"

The unfinished old mage had a crossbow bolt in his neck, his eyes were round, and he couldn't believe it. He let go of the staff in his hand and tried to cover the wound with both hands.

Outside of the black mist is the returning team of recruiters. The commander of the team is riding on the horse, looking coldly at the several mages who have just emerged from the black mist.

"Kill all the wizards." The commander ordered.

"Do I need to make a decision? Billups." Dakenlol teased, directing his soul-binding corpse to the other side.

"You all called my name, do you still have to ask? Dakenolol." Billups said angrily ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ By the way, he jumped off the horse and avoided the second crossbow shot at him . "Prince, work quickly!"

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"Fuck you, I can't be wanted." The short man complained. But he still summoned his living corpse, and there are more than one. "Kill everyone else, otherwise you two will move with my living body."

"It suits me!" Billups also began to recite spells and release spells. Two villains formed by the shadow emerged from the shadow under the horse, waving a knife made of shadows to the soldiers, every time they wave Horrible wounds were left on the soldiers.

"It's really unfortunate, I still expect more people to know my name." Dakenlore shouted.

The three quickly cleared all the soldiers, leaving only the torn body.

"I think the living corpses are enough to clean up the scene, and there will not be many clues." Prince's words were a bit ironic. "But I'm sure that witchcraft is better than Lupus."

"Be careful, the talent given by the lady is not easy to control." Billups said with some threats.

"There is still a lot of work to be done, leaving the girl's life." Dakenlol said. "She is the key to opening the ruins, others are just materials."

The girl ran along the low eaves of the village. She hoped that the soldiers could kill a few more mages, but she did not report much hope. There were screams in the distance, not from the soldiers. But the girl did not hesitate, she knew where she was going.

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