The Legend of Fatality

Flaine woke up from a deep sleep. It took him a while to recover, and after a while, he remembered what happened last night. But he felt it happened a long time ago, and he patted his face with his hand, trying to make him more awake.

He lay on the top of a bare hill in the forest. A fire was smoldering a few feet away. There was a small circle of small trees over there, and the small fire projected a dim red light, reflecting the germinating young branches. Frian's sharp eyes could see the two figures sitting there, seeming to stretch his hands in the fire.

"There are too many rocks rolling underneath my feet," he said naggingly. "This is a rocky, cracked road. Flynn is going to leave this cracked land. There is no green grass in this season. Grow. In fact, the fire over there is calling. "He left the temporary floor and walked towards the circle of small trees. Starting

Bai En and Antalatum sat beside the fire and ate something that looked like a dove. Neither of them said anything, but when Brian saw Flynn awake, she wanted to greet him, but the two heard the Flynn's self-talk, and Brian rolled her eyes and put her hand down. Antalatem had a helpless smile on his face.

He strode through two thin trunks and walked towards the bright light. The figure beside the two fires slowly turned around and looked at him. Although the fire flickered, Bane and Antarat Mu's face was still shrouded in shadow.

Flein made a grimace and limped to the burning fire.

"Good evening, it seems that your condition is recovering well." Antaratm said dryly, poke the firewood in the fire with the branch on his hand.

"How long have I slept?" Flynn asked, still sleepy.

"Almost one day," Bai En said while chewing a piece of gray meat. "We only camped about an hour ago."

"So ... what's the situation now?" Flynn spoke first, then remembered that they were returning to Fatalin City.

Antaratum raised his head, his eyes had left the fire, and he looked towards the plain in the southwest. Bai En stared at the fire, licking the wood greedily, burning, but without a trace of dust. Flynn noticed that no wood had been added since he came, but the flame was not dim.

Flein shuddered. Everyone was silent, he didn't like the dark mood here. He stretched his hands towards the fire, feeling a little warm. The cold brought by this season has stung his knee.

"We will return to the Black Tower in a few days," Bai En said first. "You were almost burnt alive and almost sacrificed to an evil god. I have sent someone to leave early and sent this news back." . "

After he finished speaking, Antaratm recovered. He picked up a pair of peeled rabbits from the stone beside him. He nodded briefly and saluted Flynn. He pierced the body of a rabbit and put it on the fire.

"The wounds healed well," Antalatum said to Flynn after doing all this. "You but burns may ... leave scars."

Flein gently touched his face, the touch of his fingertips could feel the trace of the flame licked on his face.

"At least I am alive, which is enough." Flynn said to himself.

"So," Antalatum said awkwardly. Not at this time is always a little overwhelmed, not knowing how to show enough politeness. "Wait for this later."

He shrugged and slowly turned the rabbit over. Flynn watched it roast on the flames, and he had to work hard not to drool. It seems that he hasn't eaten for many years, only a little bit of food.

"What do you think of the temple in that cave?" Flynn stared at the rabbit meat on the fire and subconsciously tried to reduce the waiting time through conversation before it was cooked.

"Once, the believers of the old gods enshrined the gods and fed the gods with their blood and torn bones." Bai En said while chewing a piece of roasted meat. "The old gods existed long before humans learned to build buildings with stones."

Antalam carefully considered these words, but did not speak. Flynn tried his best to remove his eyes from the slowly brittle rabbit.

"You are right," Flynn said with a sigh. "There are too many secrets in this world. It is none of my business to own the temple. But I believe that every deity will eventually fall into the hands of mortals. This is the final outcome of eternal life." New 81 Chinese The fastest mobile terminal for internet update: https: /

Antalam turned the rabbit meat over the fire again. He did not immediately ignore the words of the two, but seemed to be thinking for a moment.

"I may be defeated, but I will not die. The deities in the book always like to say this sentence," Antaratm said lightly. "But most of the many old gods have indeed disappeared. Perhaps, if the gods would actually be killed, those new gods might not make such a serious mistake."

Bai En also sighed and began to pack his things. The magic pistol has been cleaned, reloaded with bullets, his sacrificial knife has been cleaned, and the long whip has been fed with blood ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Listen, no matter whether those gods will be killed, or Say fall. Perhaps because of this, they have never appeared for at least thousands of years. "Bai En puts his weapons into different categories and inserts them." But what do I mean by saying that, **** God, what is the difference between Evil God and Zheng God? It is best to kill them themselves, but to kill those believers who cannot kill them. "

Bai En looked at Frian and Antaratham intently, trying to wait for their response. Antaratem baked the rabbit, grabbed it with one hand, pulled the fork from the meat with the other, and threw it to Flynn. Flynn grabbed the roasted meat subconsciously, ignoring its own temperature. It could have been placed in a large silver platter they carried with them, although it would not taste better.

"I'm going to rest." The two found no response to their words at all, and Bai En said sullenly, standing up and walking towards the temporary floor.

Frian frowned, and his mouth was full of tender and fat rabbits.

"Let me eat quietly, **** it," he snapped. "Hurry up now."

Bai En has left the fire and headed to the flat ground in the southwest direction.

"We all have to choose our own path, at least walk alone on it for a while." Antaratham said. "Bai En is sometimes like a child, but I always think that among us, only he can truly die and be independent."

"Well, left and independent," Flynn said reluctantly, his mouth full of cartilage. "Maybe you also have the talent of an astrologer."

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