The Legend of Fatality

Altequis stood in the courtyard of the embassy, ​​quietly waiting for Archmage Antares. The Swords Guard of Honor of the high elves was ready to go, and Chen Xi flashed coldly from their silver armor. The dragon's nose rubbed Artquis's body with his nose, and he absently fiddled with the scales under the dragon's neck with his fingers. Artquis looked up at the outer wall of the embassy. They rose high into the clear sky, high and elegant. The surrounding environment is peaceful and peaceful. Water poured from the marble fountain. The proportions of the buildings behind them are very harmonious, made of flawless white stones. But despite its beauty, the embassy is only a reminder of the homeland, the smallest reconstruction of the crown of the sky. It is a gem in filth.

Altecue turned from his thoughts. Ambassador Arenas came out from behind the white door of the inner hall.

"The Archmage is here." Arenas said to Artquis, "We have gone through the plan again. Let us wish this meeting with the emperor to proceed more smoothly.

Artquis raised his eyebrows.

"Did things go well before?"

Arenas shrugged.

"Emperor Marnus had originally hoped that the crown of the sky would send twice as many people as it is now. He would send another letter. It is said that this time he would send a Griffin Knight to send this letter. Who knows? Maybe this Allow the Elven King to come in person. At the same time, deploying troops here takes longer than expected. As long as you want, everything will be resolved this morning. "

When he finished, Antares appeared in the yard himself. The swordsmen raised their swords to salute her, and Arenas and Artecius bowed. In the splendid morning light, Antares was very delicately dressed. Her long hair was set behind her head, highlighting her fair and flawless skin. She walked easily and smoothly, showing no signs of tiredness that Artquis saw when she was sailing at sea. Between the broad lawn and the gentle courtyard fountain, her natural calmness was placed in its perfect setting.

"The guard is ready, my lady." Artquis said. "If you are ready, we can go."

"We will start right away. Emperor Marnus cannot be kept waiting."

At the direction of Ambassador Arenas, the door of the outer wall opened smoothly. The noise in the street and the noise from the hustle and bustle caused chaos and quickly rushed into this sacred place.

Altequis couldn't stop a look of disgust on his face, but he quickly moved it to the side. The swordsmen came out briskly in front of them, forming a protective cordon. Artecus, Arenas and Archmage Antares followed, and the entourage began a short journey from the embassy to the palace.

When they fished into the wide street, the people on the street quickly flashed away. There were expressions of doubt and surprise on their faces. Artquis ignored them. He was satisfied to see that the swordsmen guards did their work very efficiently. There is no better guard in the entire army than this. Of course, apart from himself, although he is biased on this point.

The entourage passed through the wide open space of the elf area and entered a more crowded street, leading to the huge palace complex. There they met a team of human soldiers. The captain was the captain of the empire, an expressionless man named Tolstoy, who bowed his head to Arenas. Then he said a few words to the leader of the swordsman, and the captain's men spread out on both sides of the line. The swordsmen formed a tight steel ring around Archmage and Artquis, and the delegation set off again.

The streets began to be full of people. Artquis focused on the situation around them. Dangers often appear in such places. So far there are no signs of trouble, but he is suspicious by nature. In particular, he did not like the protruding windows of the big houses on both sides of the street. At least, the risk of being hit by sewage thrown from the highest floor is unacceptably high. Some filthy behaviors of residents in these places are beyond description.

"You hate this place, don't you?" They walked along a busy street, Antares said.

They walked, and a few drunks in the endless crowd made obscene screams, but their harsh voice soon disappeared behind them. The deterrent force of these elite elite swordsmen is enough to allow them to quickly pass through the densest crowd.

"I don't know," Artquis said. "I admire their vitality. If we have such a number of elves on the city streets of the crown of the sky, then we will not worry about decline. But I admit that they let me down. They are too careless and too easy to fall. We are here and I ca n’t rest assured. The possibility of being attacked is too great. "

Antares was about to answer, but a sudden commotion in front distracted her. The swordsmen around also noticed. In an instant, their mighty blade rose from the ground. Long Ju made a rumbling growl.

"It's a bit wrong," Artquis said. "We are ready to leave quickly if we are in trouble."

"I know how to arrange it," Antares said, staring at the increasing noise in front of her. Her voice was calm, but there was a distinct smell of steel in it. She narrowed her eyes and stared, and when she saw what was ahead, she seemed to flinch.

"Dark Elves, those fallen!" She said gritted her teeth, and Artquis felt her blood was cold.

Suddenly, many figures appeared in the crowd. They looked like humans at first, but their actions exposed their nature. The dark elves were in the crowd. Artquis squeezed to the edge of the swordsman's cordon. It is difficult for him to see how many of them are there.

On the streets around them, people immediately spread out, clutching their things tightly in their hands, screaming in horror. The army of the Marnus Empire was unresponsive, and several soldiers were killed by the dark elves before they had time to pull out their weapons. Their huge blades were spinning, and the blood of the dark elf flew high into the air. The cry of the dark elf is mixed with the cry of humanity.

A dark elf warrior rushed to Artquis. Artquis waved his axe contemptuously, blocking the attacker's machete. As the spark collided, the blade snapped upward. The attacker changed his strategy, kicking a low foot towards Artquis' ankle while stabting his torso with a second knife.

His movements are quick and confident, but Artquis is an enemy he can't deal with. Artquis grabbed the dark elf's breastplate and rudely pulled him towards himself. He punched the attacker's face with his fist in empty hands. The soldier collapsed to the ground in pain, staggering backwards. Artquiz brandished him with an axe. A splash of wine red blood sprinkled on the cobblestones of the busy street. After making a groaning sigh, the soldier fell to the ground, and the remaining knife rolled down from his pale hand.

Alterquez felt that the remaining attackers were coming from behind him, so he crouched down and rolled to the side. His boots stumbled on the dark elf's knee, and a satisfying burst of sound told him that the blow had caused damage. Artquis jumped up, stood up, and swooped toward the samurai's shoulder with an axe. The dark elf flew away, but the power of the blow made him unbalanced.

Artquis felt a bitter satisfaction, he inserted the sword deeply into his chest, and pulled it out roughly. Blood and bones were sprayed into the air, and the dark elf warrior stumbled to the ground, watching his chest cavity cut open in horror, and his life disappeared before his eyes.