The Legend of Fatality

Fatlin ’s army was redistributed again, the black elk with the dwarf-dominated army as a Chinese army will advance along the coastline, and the sea will be Fatalin ’s expeditionary fleet. They will protect the fleet without enemies and will harass the transport fleet that transports the population, wealth or everything found on this land to Fatalin Island.

The mission of the black elk is to maintain the speed of travel and provide a rest camp for other teams. By the way, build and maintain transport cages and carriages. Occasionally, we will repair damaged weapons and armor during the battle.

The Goblin Knights of the Grand Duke of Hugo will travel north. This direction has the lowest probability of encountering enemies, and it is also an area that needs to be swept and looted quickly. Very suitable for the looting style of the wolf cavalry.

The team of the Northerners will travel all the way to St. Louis, and then return after encountering the enemy or finding the enemy's army, and complete the raid mission from the farthest place.

Miya Lala ’s mercenary team will move eastward. They are better at this kind of riding and looting. Even if they encounter hostile mercenaries, they have their own ways to exchange or exchange interests.

As for Bai En, Antalatem and Dean, the three of them each led a team of nearly 100 people to the northeast, northeast and northeast. In villages that encounter a fortress or are not easily captured, the three can attack together. If it is not enough, they will send people to contact other teams, and even the Chinese army to attack.

This is barely the best offensive plan imaginable by the wizards of the Fatalin Association. But soon they found out that they were not only sent here. A large number of mercenary corps employed by Margarita and Ruen actively or passively entered the territory where both parties tried to compete in some way.

Mercenaries pay more attention to the name than Fatalin ’s army, although many mercenary regiments ca n’t wait to change their name once a month. The names of various teams are often seen. Some regular mercenary regiments will hold their battle flags, but most of them are a few people.

These hyena-like crowds will follow the ranks of Fatalin, waiting to eat what they looted, or boldly participate in the looting. Some mercenary regiments will talk to the leaders of Fatalin about the shares they need to surrender after participating. Some are stupid and stupefied until they are placed on the neck by the blade.

Bai En's team is also the same, the reputation of the Ogan literati is very loud among the mercenaries. There are nearly a hundred teams consisting of the Ogan Man, Fatalin Long Archer, some dwarves, Fatalin Master apprentices, and two swamp demon. The Mage of Fatalin believed that this way of changing soldiers without changing the army after a certain period of time could guarantee the soldiers' physical strength.

However, when Bai En made this suggestion, he thought that the soldiers should not be allowed to participate in the looting operation, and they should be given enough rest time so that they would spend the looted wealth on the entertainment and enjoyment of the camp.

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Bai En takes his team and has a big tail. Follow an ancient road at least two lige away from the coast. Most of the local farmers and fishermen who walked on this rare track before took them to harvest and walked across it.

And now, only the rags thrown on the road, broken baskets and stomped vegetables show traces of their past. A lame mule became the last guard of this dump, standing silently near it, with his ankle deep in the rice field. When Bai En led the team through, it glanced at him with an abandoned look.

Bai En stared at it fiercely, but without him talking, this mule would not be left here. For a while, many greedy eyes on the team stared at it, and Bai En knew that he would see it again at dinner.

Roadside garbage seems to be thrown here for no more than a day, and fruits and green leafy vegetables have just begun to rot in the hot afternoon air.

Bai En rode slowly on his horse, the first peripheral building in this small trader town reflected in Bai En's eyes through the dust haze. He carefully observed that there was no trace of people walking between the dilapidated mud-brick houses, and no dogs came out to provoke him as an outsider, and the only four-wheeler in front of him had only one wheel left.

In the silent air, there is not even a single bird cry, so the situation in front of us is even more weird. According to the direction of the team allocation, there should not be other Fatalin teams here. Then it was the mercenaries who set off early, or the enemy. Bai En thought while holding the sacrificial knife in his hand.

When was near the entrance of the town, Bai Enle lived with his horse. It seems that a large number of people left very quickly, a panic escape. However, apart from the hasty escape, he saw no corpses and no signs of violence.

Bai En took a deep breath and spit out slowly. It seems that the news of his own team was exposed, and all the townspeople who received the news fled. But where could they escape, the Duke of Ogborn soon disappeared. Whether it is Margarita or Bill Barry, they will not give up the land they have acquired.

Bai En kicked the horse and continued to move forward. There was only one road in the town. At the crossroads on the other side of the road, there was an iconic building, three stories high. The small windows opened on the stone walls above and the heavy iron-clad wooden doors are tightly closed.

Bai En's eyes were attracted to this building. He rode to the door and turned and dismounted. Give the horse's reins to the apprentice Morris who will follow. Looking back at the street, there was no movement except for his own team.

Bai En nodded to his bodyguard Nokranstov, beckoning the latter to keep up with him. He turned and walked to the door of the Public Security Office. When he walked to the gate, a continuous soft sound stopped him, his voice was so soft that he could not hear it a little further away.

And now Bai En is standing outside the huge door. He can hear a continuous grunt from practice, making the hair on his neck stand upright. Bai En frowned, thinking of the instruction he had received—never imagine what you can't determine, because everything but humanity is not as complicated as you think.

Bai En is not sure whether this sentence is correct, just like other truths he learned in the Black Tower. But he took a step back and motioned to his bodyguard to open the door.

Nokranstov took the axe, using the unsharp side, against the iron handle of the bolt, and slowly pushed it up until the bolt opened, and then he pushed open the door.

Something wriggled in the dark, there was the sound of flapping and slight impact in the air, and a rotten odor came directly to Bai En. He held his breath, feeling dry and waiting quietly for his eyes to fit the darkness in the room.

When he could see the scene in the hall of the Public Security Department, he found that the scale of the strange noises here was quite spectacular, and cold gurgles came from many throats. Nokranstov beside him was squirming with suspicion and confusion.

Behind the gate, there were black pigeons everywhere in the conference hall of the Public Security Office, screaming in the silent air. There were several corpses in uniform scattered among them. Pigeon droppings and black liquid were everywhere around the corpse. The smell of the mixture of feces and corpses makes the air here hardly breathable.

"Magic?" Asked Nokranstov.

Bai En didn't answer. After a while, the odor inside him took a step, and the pigeons around the place where he dropped his foot moved a little. But the other ones ignored him, and none of them rushed out of the open door.

"It's just a trick to mock people." Bai En didn't know how the person who arranged this did it, but he didn't feel the magic, nor the discomfort caused by the evil spell. "I don't like this black humor."

He noticed that in the dark, a puffy face with stiff eyes stared at him, his face turned blue, and a young man, Bai En guessed that his death was due to suffocation.

"This is not a good thing for you," Bai En looked down at the young soldier carefully and murmured to him. "Wear this uniform in the present day."

This was not caused by the spell, and Bai En got the desired answer. He raised his head, cheered up, and walked towards the house. Nokranstov followed behind, and the pigeons fled from their boots next to each other, groaning dissatisfiedly.

The door of the office of the captain of the Public Security Department was half open, and the light seeping in through the gaps in the window irradiated him unevenly. Bai En put away the sacrificial knife and walked into the office. The captain sat quietly in his chair, his face swollen, with bruises of blue, green and black.

Baien swept away some moist feathers on the table and began rummaging through the scrolls stacked on the table. When Bai En touched those sheepskin scrolls, he felt a faint magic. Then the pieces of paper cracked apart, leaving only something rotten and greasy in his fingers.

This spell completely destroyed the clue.

"Only the spell was released on the scroll." Bai En muttered to himself.

He stood on the spot, thinking about the significance of this matter, but had no clue. In the end, he decided to turn this thing he could not understand into something more beneficial to himself.

He turned around and quickly took Nokranstov through the hall just now, and quickly returned to the embrace of the warm sunshine. He let his bodyguard re-close the heavy door of the law and order, no doubt, as the people who had come before him did.

The attitude of the villagers towards dark witchcraft is like a stain that will spread. No one dares to come close, but they have their own way of spreading. Bai En believes that rumors about himself will soon emerge, hoping that this will make his enemies in the future have some scruples, or let them pay attention to the spells they have never used, and give up the real spells against them.

Ban took his horse from Morris, climbed onto the saddle, and left the abandoned town with the team. Did not look back.

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