The Legend of Fatality

By the standards of northern Fatalin Island, the town of Shanjin is a big place. It is located right in the center of the long northern border within the control of the Fatalin Association, separating the scattered fringe on the east side of the forest from the open wilderness and valleys that extend to the rugged hills of the northern mountains on.

The land is wide and monotonous, exposed to the gusty winds screaming down from the northern peaks and rainwater from the east. There were a few trees that stooped like old women in their place, and their branches stretched like clenched arms.

Perhaps the landscape here was not as severe as it was so damaged. Perhaps it was after the crops were planted into the farmland, and the path was constructed and maintained and used. However, it is not now. There were signs of violence and destruction everywhere. The carcasses of animals rotted in the fields. The isolated farmhouse was empty. The empty windows opened like holes in the pits.

Shinjin Town itself was not spared. When Bane, Antaratham and Morris walked into the town, they saw burn marks on the walls, leaving hundreds of feet of ground in front of them with footprints that were trampled wildly. The flag of the Fatalin Association is still flying on the tower, and the silhouette of people can be seen on the low city wall, but the place looks as if it has been destroyed.

Shengjin Town is named after the golden sand in a stream not far away. There is a small gold mine at the source of the stream. But initially this town was called Metal Town, and there was a small mine in the northern hills. If the kobold mine in the northwest is a tomb for slaves and criminals, it can be regarded as a haven for the poor. Many poor people relied on the picked dog head gold to become rich overnight. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https: /

By the time the sun was about to set, Bai En's team had already approached the city gate. The entrance to the town was blocked by two heavy oak iron doors, each of which was twenty feet high, with bolted beams on the bolts. The door on the right was cut through a small door, which was half open.

A group of people lazily surrounded it, some leaned against the walls on both sides, some stood outside with arms. Bai En did not like the appearance of any of them. Most people wore breastplates and helmets, and several people had spears in their hands. Their faces were not cleaned, their cheeks were red, and they looked at their group suspiciously. A person is drinking with tin wine glasses, and the air around them is full of stale alcohol.

When Antaratham walked towards the gate, one of the guards blocked his Nero. He was a big-bellied man with a thick gray beard and a long sword around his waist.

"Greetings to you," he said, although there was no welcome in his voice. He stared at Antalatem suspiciously, staring at Bain more suspiciously. "What are you doing here, Master Master?"

Antalam is taller than that person, just like he is taller than everyone else. He looked down at the man with condescension.

"Have you ever questioned people who come here like this?" He asked. "You should know what I am here for."

The man looked at Morris again, then at Bai En, and finally at Antaratum.

"We never did this before," he said. "But strange things have happened here for a long time, and I began to wonder if you are still the same as the previous mage."

"Do you have no mage here?" Bai En asked.

The man shook his head.

"Dead, or left." He said. "Like anyone with a better place to go."

"So who is your mage?"

The man smiled, but his voice was both serious and bleak.

"Our mage?" He turned to his companions, but none of them laughed. "Master Master, you don't need a master here."

Antalam shot a disapproving glance at him, which was the kind of look that Bai En used to see often seeing him.

"I don't like to hear such words," said Antaratem. "On Fatalin Island, under the rule of the Fatalin Association. A small town needs a mage, the people must be led by the mage, and the mage will perform the discipline, and the mage will give them hope.

The man looked at it sullenly, as if he were the victim of a cruel joke.

"Hope?" He said, but did not laugh. "Master Master, no matter where you come from, and your companions. You come from the south as if you have never seen those monsters. If you have seen such monsters, I bet you will not Use that word. If you know what is happening in the surrounding villages and here, you will never dare to say that word, it will choke you. "

"Where can I find your boss?" Antaratm looked at the man coldly and then asked.

The bearded man shrugged.

"The biggest house in town, as you think. But don't expect him to welcome you. The last mage persuaded him to stay. Judging from the results, I guess he is not very satisfied with this decision. . "

"The mage is right. You may be more likely to survive in the town. You cannot survive in the wild. And the Fatalin Association stipulates that the leader of a town must hold the wall."

"Go to his Fatalin Association."

Bai En saw Antaratham's fist slammed out like a snake, clenched his fist on the man's face, struck him back, backed a few steps, **** fell heavily on the ground.

The rest of the people began to be alert, pulled out their weapons, and slowly formed a semicircle around the mage. Antaratme's sharp eyes swept over them, they flinched, and no one wanted to take the first step.

Ban rolled his eyes, and sometimes Antaratm's principles were embarrassing. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https: //

"Stop cursing again," Antalatum said in the same cold and gentle voice as before. "Otherwise you will understand the anger of the Fatalin Association."

The bearded man looked up at him and was scared to death. Blood ran down his beard. He tried to answer, but he barely said it. He stared blankly at the mage, his eyes full of shock.

Antalam turned to Bane, with an impatient contempt on his face.

"Go," he said. "We still have work to do."

The streets of Shinjin Town are narrow and tortuous, with garbage everywhere and old glass-like puddles. Most of these houses are single-storey wooden houses. The building near the center became more magnificent, with gables sticking out, and tiles hung on the sloping roof.

As they passed by, people looked at the three of them suspiciously. Most of the people who looked at them were wearing ragged clothes, with a tired expression on their thin faces. When Baeen approached them, they flinched, leaning their eyes against the dirty wall with their backs.

Antalam ignored them and strode on the dirty street, letting his heavy boots splash the mud on the cloak. He walked a short distance in the city, his mood suddenly became angry, his jaw tightened.

Perhaps, he could not bear the weakness, Bai En thought of looking at his expression. No, not like this. Bai En himself rejected the previous idea. From the perspective that he can accept Goblin and protect the weak to a certain extent, Antaratum can tolerate some forms of weakness. But he couldn't figure out what Antaratham hates now, maybe lack of determination, or maybe not honest enough.

In any case, the average person cannot get close to Antalatem. Any act that violates his purpose seems to provoke a rough, intense anger in his heart, and this anger is not proportional to the crime that caused it. Even Antaratham showed a terrible sense of indifference.

Bai En feels that this is actually very annoying. Antaratham is a master mage. He can sweep away fear without hesitation like anyone dealing with a biting bug. But not everyone can be as indifferent and calm as him. Others are afraid of darkness and monsters, they are right because they have no weapons to fight darkness and monsters.

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Bai En's team continued to advance, and the soldiers behind the three people made the town residents of Shinjin farther away. The team struggled through a straw-laden bazaar in the center of the town, which was an irregular square surrounded by a group of shabby merchant houses. The chicken ran past the line, calling and jumping. A group of children playing in the mud looked at the team and ran away in fright.

If the guard said that their leader is true in the largest house, then the leader ’s house is on the other side of the square. This building is made of brick and is slightly cleaner than other buildings. Some windows are made of glass, and rough wooden sculptures are carved on the eaves of the second floor.

A tall chimney protruded from the tiled roof staggered, supported by wooden pillars, emitting black smoke. When Bai En and others walked into the house, a guard with jaundice on his face climbed up, groping for his spear.

"Sit back." Antalate said, staring at him.

The voice was as soft as ever, but the absolute, thorough threat was so powerful that the guard did that. By the time he had recovered his composure, Antalatem had kicked the door open and was walking up the staircase to the next floor.

Bai En shrugged with a little apology as he hurried past the guard. Morris hurriedly followed Bean, afraid to leave him alone.

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