The Legend of Fatality

When Charlie crossed the threshold of Felwood, a chill that had nothing to do with cold spread throughout his body. The air immediately became different, fresh and refreshing, like the morning of midwinter, but the temperature dropped significantly. The biting chill filled his lungs, bringing a rich forest smell, mixed with dirt, rain, rotten leaves and other unidentifiable but unpleasant odors. His breath blurred the air. A low layer of mist entwined the twisted tree roots.

The light flashed on the edge of Charlie's field of vision, and something he couldn't see rustled in the bushes. Hearing the thuds of the branches above his head, there were still a bunch of branches, dead leaves and falling snowflakes falling around him, but he hadn't had time to find the source.

The tall oaks stood upright, their trunks were uneven, their age was high, and their limbs were covered with moss. The stars flickered on the top of their heads, covered by criss-crossed crowns of dead branches. There are no obvious new leaves or buds on it; it still seems to be winter here.

In the darkening twilight, the forest was painted in monochrome, as if all the colors and life had been absorbed in the winter months. Trees without leaves are the color of hard stones, and ferns shine like silver blankets, as if their leaves were immersed in molten metal. It was a cold and beautiful kingdom, dark and silent.

The white stag was waiting for him nearby, and his huge body was half covered by low fog. It stared at him firmly until he was sure that Charlie was following, before he turned around and led him towards the depths of the forest.

As the creature walked through the woods effortlessly, Charlie tripped over rocks and roots, and the branches grabbed his face and grabbed his hair. As if the forest intentionally made his progress difficult, hindering every step of him. Although he didn't believe this idea was stupid, his feet were entangled in a mass of tree roots, and the tree roots entangled his legs like a trap. He cursed and fell to his knees. He thought he heard the sharp laughter of the children nearby, but the laughter disappeared in an instant, maybe it was just a prank of wind.

The shimmering metallic light in the bushes caught his eye. In order to see more clearly, he separated the ferns and freed himself from the tight roots.

A corpse coiled under a large oak tree. It seemed to be slowly dragging it to the ground, as if swallowing it in its entirety, however, even Charlie, who was half-buried by fallen leaves and stumps, could see clearly that he recognized this as Burtania A knight.

The knight has been dead for a long time, and his armor has been rusted and covered with mud. Although there was still a mess of red hair wrapped around his scalp and chin, there was no flesh on his skull.

A slender arrow protruded from his left eye socket.

Charlie grabbed the hilt in one hand and scanned the area for danger. The silver moonlight shines through the canopy, adding dreamy colors to the forest. Shadows danced around him, and the trees creaked like a boat on the sea, although no wind moved their branches.

In short, he considered digging out the body in order to give it a proper funeral, because the knight of Burtania should not be humiliated after death. However, he finally reluctantly dismissed this idea, because the root of the tree was tightly entangled, and it was not willing to give up their spoils easily. He gave a short prayer, hoping that the spirit of the knight could enter Moore's manor.

The king returned to the way he came, and Charlie looked forward to seeing the road marking the border of Felwood and the open area in the distance. After all, he ventured into the forest less than twenty yards. The road behind him now looks as elusive as the road ahead.

"Swear in that lady's name!"

He turned around on the spot and doubted that he had lost his way somehow. The forest stretched out in all directions, dark, claustrophobic, and terrifying. Its edges are gone. Charlie frowned. He could not recognize a tree or a stone that looked familiar, and there was no clue to tell him the way back.

White Hart is gone. Charlie restrained his growing anxiety and used a sword to draw a large arc on the ground, but he couldn't find it. It disappeared without a trace, as if it had always been a phantom.

Charlie recalled the stories of Felwood Forest enticing careless people within its borders, and the cruel destiny that inevitably awaited them, cursing himself as a fool. He was so sure that this was the lady's will, so he followed the noble creature. But now, as night falls, he is lost in Felwood alone, and he is not so sure.

Charlie turned around again. I thought maybe it was just a trick of light, maybe he would stumble out of the forest at any time.

The farther he went, the denser the forest, the more depressed, the more suffocating, and after a few minutes he knew it was not the way back. The sky was getting colder, and the isolated snowflakes on the ground became a thicker layer of snow, making a crunchy sound under his boots.

Facing this unnatural winter, Charlie turned back to his original path, intending to return to the dead knight's body and find another way.

Thankfully, the snow thinned as he walked back. But there is still no sign that he has taken this path before.

Charlie is an experienced hunter and tracker. When he was young, he lived in the wilderness of Burtania for a long time. Under such circumstances, he was able to become self-reliant, feel comfortable, and have confidence in his abilities. But in the dark country of Felwood, he felt like a child lost in the forest, fragile and uncertain about which way to go.

Normally, his sense of direction is impeccable, but now he is gone, but he believes in his instinct, knowing that this is not his own mistake, but something is actively disorienting him. As if the forest itself was plotting to disrupt his senses.

He climbed over a half-buried log, but the road ahead was blocked by a dense cluster of branches. He turned around, intending to go the other way.

Unfortunately, the log he had just turned over was missing. Even his footprints are gone, and the snow behind him is brand new.

"This is crazy behavior."

When he heard a snickering sound behind him, he hurriedly turned to look for it. There was silence in the forest and nothing.

The natural silence descends like a shroud, depressing and all-encompassing.

In the undergrowth, there was no movement in the crown above the head, as if time itself had been frozen. Without the slightest breeze or even the slightest ripples, this illusion cannot be broken. The air was full of tension. It was a false calm before a violent storm broke out ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Although Charlie was silent, he pulled out his sword.

He forced himself to breathe evenly, dispelling doubts in his heart, and eliminating tension in his limbs. Whether he wants it or not, and regardless of what will happen to him, the only thing he can do is to face him without anxiety or hesitation.

Over the past few decades, he has fought with heavy trolls in the snowstorms of the northern land, and has followed and killed the dreaded cannibal dragon in the forest of Alençon. He was once chased by pale, blind ogres, and it crossed the maze under the sad mountain with him, and then he won the final victory and climbed out. He also killed a huge bipedal dragon who refused to die several times. In the end, he also set foot in Aquitaine's nightmare and fought against uneasy undead. He also faced his own brother, who was twisted into a hateful undead, but he did not waver until he was sent to Moore ’s manor.

In this chaotic world, he has indeed experienced a journey to hell, and also returned to the burning paradise, he still has a lingering fear. But nothing in the world can really make him lose courage.

He turned around and glanced at something, which made the hair behind his neck stand upright.

A motionless figure gazed at him in the moonlight.

This is a knight, wrapped in gorgeous plate armor designed in ancient times. It stood motionless on a rock above the ground, covered with snow and ferns. The tall figure was dyed silvery white by weather-beaten rocks and snow, or if its eyes glowed unnaturally, burning in the dark of the helmet, Charlie might mistake it for a statue.

Charlie's heart started pounding.

Is the messenger of light.