The Legend of Fatality

Bode has left Bai En's team for two days. He feels that something has been around him all the way, making him feel fear. He went on without stopping all the way, and finally came to the castle where Moradron team was stationed on this day.

The castle once belonged to a baron, but it is now completely occupied by Moradron ’s army. The surrounding buildings have been destroyed by fires. With various stones on the street, some places are full of pits. People squeeze people, cars are next to cars, animal hiss is mixed with soldiers yelling.

Bode noticed that the slaves in the prison car were thin and listless. To prevent them from running away, basically their daily food was the gruel that could see the bottom of the bowl overnight. Female slaves are slightly better, and bored soldiers will throw the leftover food into them, as if feeding some kind of pet.

He used to think that women with outstanding looks would have been miserable in war, especially when they were unable to protect themselves. However, there are some discrepancies between his guess and the actual situation. The soldiers are not picky. Any opposite **** can satisfy them. But if their commanders are not stupid, they will give those lords the most attractive women to enjoy.

Therefore, appearance also plays a role in the war, but luck needs to be added. Yes, it seems that the most important thing in war is luck.

A vassal of Moradron came on horseback to welcome Bode, Bode remembered the jazz, and the jazz recognized him.

"Adult." Jazz nodded immediately, counted as a gift.

"Where is Lord Baron Del Sur?" Bode ignored the other's rudeness and asked directly.

"In the castle." The other party replied coldly, and then he wobbled on a horse and walked into a trail. After a while, he disappeared from Bode's sight.

Bold took a deep breath and gazed down the street looking for a soldier who could lead the way. He knew that the young man with aristocratic ancestry and excessive honesty and faith had dismissed the mage, except perhaps his respected Baron Del Sur.

Bode understands that the other party's ability to salute himself is the maximum degree of hypocrisy he has developed in his hometown's aristocratic courtyard. Then, in the past few years, as an important assistant to Moradron, he began to clearly understand his status.

If this kind of impatient and honest young man knows what he has done for the respected Baron, I am afraid he will only shrink in the shadows, swallowed by the darkness, and then disappear without leaving any trace.

Bode waited for a while, and still couldn't find the soldier who led him, but he knew where he could find out anything here, and he moistened his thirsty throat by the way. Especially the danger and horror that had been entangled with himself before seemed to disappear after he entered the town.

Bod found the nearest tavern and stopped at the door. It was packed with soldiers inside, and the sound and sight inside were chaotic and noisy. Bode noticed that most of them were mercenaries, and he needed Moradron ’s direct staff.

On the ground floor of the tavern there is a hanging walkway towards the house. A large table is placed near the walkway, where a group of soldiers sit around the table and play cards. One of the tall soldiers was wearing the uniform of Baron Del Sur ’s soldiers, and he was patiently licensing, and even in the noise, Bode could hear his counting.

Bold stared at the dealer and noticed the impatient curses caused by his slow counting, but those curses had no effect on him. A farmer who can't even count a hundred digits, Bod thought. It is in line with Moradron ’s selection criteria for soldiers. It is simple and obedient, strong and stupid, and it would be more perfect if you have more courage.

"Hey, where can I find Baron Del Sur." Bode asked behind the big soldier. The big man had just dealt his cards.

"Adult Three Claws?" The man opposite the big man raised his head. The weather-beaten face and the leather hat on his head were almost the same color, he asked after glancing at Bode.

"Yes, how about you, soldier?"

"My name doesn't matter. Lord Baron is going out from here and walking north in the castle about 500 yards." The man replied.

"Well, yes." Bode didn't know why he would continue. "Tell your friend that growing up is useless. If you react so slowly, be careful of the dagger stabbed from behind."

Bode paused, ready to continue, and found that there was a sudden silence in the room. All talk and games are suspended, and everyone is staring at him. Bode's coldness emerged directly from under his clothes. He didn't understand how he suddenly said that.

"If I die one day with the dagger behind me, then I hope at least that's what happened. Otherwise, I will be very, very disappointed." Bode continued with an exaggerated tone of self-deprecation, and then quickly blinked to the soldiers around Blinked.

The soldier who told Baron where the leader was took the lead and began to laugh, and then the others laughed. With the kindest expression he thought he could make, Bode patted the shoulder of the big soldier and smiled and left the tavern.

When he left the tavern and crowded the crowd, the weird feeling became stronger and stronger. In his absence of psychological preparation, he blurted out words that might cause mutiny. This is not like his usual style, he thinks something affects him.

Perhaps it was Moradren ’s position in his heart that made him feel proud, and Bode was looking for a reasonable explanation. Maybe he is used to the feeling of being high above others. In Moradron ’s small core circle, he has endless flattery and nods to follow wherever he goes.

But this is war, it is too far from Moradron ’s enclave. Here, Bode has realized that no one cares about his influence in Moradron, and no one cares about what is mutually beneficial. These things can only lead you to death, or a shortcut to death.

If he didn't respond quickly, and the man with the wind and frost cooperated, he would be completely unprepared to face the soldiers. Bode smiled bitterly, no wonder Moradron took his guard wherever he went. One's power is meaningless in this world, and no one can guarantee his own safety by himself.

He quickly walked in the direction of the castle, through the alleys of the building, flanked by high walls of the building, occasionally with an extended balcony, with a faded awning hanging over it, covering the alley in the shadow under.

He pulled his cloak and let it wrap himself tightly so that he could cross here faster and rush to Moradron, where it was safer for him.

Suddenly, a voice rang behind him, and the faint friction caused Bode to turn around, and a figure wrapped in shadow quickly approached. With a big foot, Bode held the saber, and the figure flew over directly, bringing a bit of cold wind.

Bold stumbled back a few steps, he noticed that both hands of the figure shone with a sharp cold awn. With the spellcasting material in his left hand, he recited the mantra quickly. The opponent didn't give him the time to cast the spell completely and rushed over again.

He flashed aside, chanting a spell while waving his long sword to the other party. The other party did not avoid it. He directly used his left hand to quickly block the Bode's long sword. The long sword was cut on his hand and made a metal collision . Bod suddenly lowered his head, hit his shoulders forward, hit the attacker's chest, knocked the attacker away.

Do you have metal gloves on your hands? Bod thought to himself, there was something wrong with the body he hit on his shoulder just now. But he didn't have time to think about it. After chanting the mantra, he raised his left hand and opened his fingers. A large number of birds flew out of his hands, fluttering his wings and besieging the attacker in front of him.

More and more flying birds soon covered the attacker completely, and the attacker covered his head with both hands, but the flying bird was doped with a large number of falcons. Flesh inside.

The attacker suddenly gave up protecting his head. The cloak of his head had been completely torn by the falcon, exposing the bottom part.

"This is—" Bod wondered as he looked at the exposed head of the other party.

It was just that he failed to accomplish what he wanted to express. A long dagger-like thing slipped into his chest, like a hot flame burning his chest. Then, the second blade quickly sank into his side, and blood poured out of his mouth in an instant.

With a burst of coughing and moaning, Bode dizzy and stumbled, hit a wall, and slipped along it. One of his hands grabbed in vain on a stone in the corner of the wall, and traces of his nails left on the moss on the surface of the stone. His other hand tried to remove the material from his casting kit. But blood had already poured into his trachea, and he could no longer speak.

His thoughts were surrounded by a burst of darkness, leaving only the deep regrets from the bottom of his heart. He should not leave Fatalin ’s team, nor should he return here alone.

"So weak?" Said a young voice.

"I was also surprised." This accent is familiar, and Bode has dealt with businessmen with this accent.

The young voice came from above him again, this time closer. "Are you staring at me all the time? It seems to die."

"It's just a coincidence ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~" A voice replied, followed by a giggling laugh. "A man who plays with birds. "

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"I don't believe in coincidence."

"I don't believe it." The giggle laughed again. "Our work is done, and this **** who likes to play with birds is also solved. But we seem to have stumbled into a new game."

"Who's game?"

"I think we will know the answer soon."

"Don't be distracted, Prince." Said the young voice. "The two kings of Istania are nothing more than idiots caught in the desire for power. Our goal is much greater than this."

"Hah, in fact I have unparalleled trust in you from the very beginning. Dakenlol. From the beginning."

"We must go." Another voice said. "I hope your plan works."

"Of course, the only guy who has seen us is already here."

"Well, no one is sure until the last minute. I have lost two people." Another voice complained.

"This is just the necessary price to pay for success. Your lady does not always think so." The young voice replied.

"I hope you will satisfy me."

As the three left, their conversation became more and more blurred. In Bode's mind, the only thing left was the constant buzzing.

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