The Legend of Fatality

Most people's concept of war is limited to various legends. Legends will not make you bleed, legends will not make you hungry, and legends will not make you tired and sore in your back. When you are still a young child covered with the smell of pig dung, you will feel that there is no weapon in the **** world that can hurt you. These legends will make you **** and want to join in.

It is a pity that real war is never like this. When you are involved in it and think that you will be a kind of natural choice, you will rush to the battlefield with enthusiasm. You will find only the commander's orders and curses on the battlefield, with strangely distorted bodies, and the inexplicable expression on the faces of the dead soldiers if their bodies are still intact.

In fact, you will also see the corpses of other creatures, most of which belong to the war horses. The dried foam fills their noses and mouths, and the terrible wounds that cause them to die out of the internal organs and bile, as well as muscle relaxation after death And the excrement excreted.

These are times of good luck. When you are unlucky, the worst thing is that you will meet a harsh carpet of blood and minced meat.

Thinking of this, Bai En moved anxiously on the horse's back and hurriedly reached out to hold the saddle, which stabilized his figure. Throughout the war, he has been trying to maintain self-confidence, and now, when his thoughts are thinking about everything in his mind, there seems to be something that he has been avoiding deeply rooted in the depths of his mind, making him shudder.

Bai En turned around immediately, and looked at the busy mages not far behind him. They had drawn a complete magic circle behind the hill, and were now lighting the torch for the second inspection. This time the Fatalin Mage Regiment is about to release a spell that has never been used, and a large number of Fire Masters must be involved. This is why Victor brought his cubs with the spellcaster talent to come here, although Bai En originally expected the Freissman brothers to come here to host the circle.

"Are you sure you can guide this circle?" Bai En asked Victor riding a wolf not far away. "And I still don't know why the Fresman Brothers didn't come?"

"Relax," Victor waved casually. "They reportedly found a magma pool in a hole in the northeast part of Fatalin Island. They took the dwarf architect and their apprentices to build it. They have a magic tower. It is said that they are going to build a twin tower, so the construction progress is relatively slow. But believe me, they will come. "

"If the spell fails, or if you release the spell to our own crowd, the consequences," Bai En's words were interrupted by Victor.

"Unbearable. I understand." Victor interjected casually. "The cubs I brought have inherited some of my talents and are very suitable as a member of the joint spellcasting. Unfortunately, there are not many suitable flame mage in your mage group, most of them are addicted to singles Only. I can only let them act as the magic source of the circle. "

Bai En opened his mouth wide, and a long line of cursing words had jumped to the tip of his tongue, almost immediately squirting out, but the next second, his mouth closed again and swallowed those words back. The instructions of King Goblin are very clear: as long as it can provide magic power to the circle, whether it has two arms, two legs and one head, it can be recruited.

"I hope you don't let me down," Bain said, staring at Victor. "When the dawn comes, you will soon prove your words."

Before the war.

On the muddy path in front of the tent in the Fatalin camp, the last guard on duty squeezed in front of the brazier burning horse dung and stretched out his hands to keep warm. It's still early, almost no one on the road. Around the Fatalin army camp, endless gray tents covered the entire hillside. The flags of the various legions were gloomy in the breeze. Since last night, the direction of the wind has changed, sending a foul-smelling breath to the Margarita coalition. There are a few dim stars flashing in vain above the head, and the whole world seems very quiet.

Chilling, Bane tightened the cloak so that the hem of the cloak covered the legs of the horse, and he turned to look at the behemoth standing about four miles north of the Fatalin camp. This is the city of Billy Barry, which looks like a huge fortress made of basalt. It looks like a black fang from a distance, and it houses the most powerful enemy it has encountered since the establishment of the Fatalin Association. Of course, this has something to do with the establishment of the Fatalin Association too short. Located at the mouth of the river, Bill Barry will never be in danger of being completely surrounded. Even if the Margarita Allied Forces have a huge force, they can easily defeat any army in Istania like dust, and they cannot or do not want to face the strong defense of Bilbao City.

Since the beginning of this war, Bai En has been insisting on making himself sleep well enough. This is the only good thing that can make him feel happy in this siege that is boring. At least he persuaded himself this way, after all, this is a somewhat malfeasance. Of course, the facts are far from simple, but being honest with yourself has never been a merit of Bai En.

But today is different. Bai En couldn't sleep all night. He stood on top of a hill on the battlefield where the Fatalin army was located the next day. Only Victor insisted to accompany him. Others responsible for guarding or arranging the magic circle had already taken turns to rest according to the instructions of Bai En, and the reason why Victor could persist, Bai En thought that it might be related to his age. .

"It's dawn." A row of yellow teeth appeared in the darkness, and as the sun's rays appeared on the horizon, his outline also appeared in front of Bai En. Victor said lightly, looking at the newborn sun.

"Yes," Bai En focused on the soldiers who had begun to wake up in the rear camp. They woke up before dawn, and after eating breakfast in the first rays of sunlight, they began to line up on the battlefield.

It's no surprise that Victor's slick head and scarred forehead were covered with sweat beads. Victor was sweating even in the ice cellar. He tilted his head, a little contempt mixed in his smug expression. His small, dark eyes stared at Bai En.

"I'm curious ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Victor stared at the scabbard on Bae's back, he asked with a grin." Why Ye Xiao wants to leave his scabbard to you for safekeeping. "

"Who knows," Bai En pouted, "He has been doing this since Bill Bally's siege, which seems to be some kind of superstition that will bring him good luck?"

"So, where is he?" Victor asked after looking around with his eyes.

"I don't know, it is said to be a secret strategy. Only King Margarita and Count Cordoba know where he is and what he is responsible for," Brian replied.

"But if I read correctly, all the cavalry in Fatalin are not here. Did he take it away?" Victor continued to ask.

"Yes." Bai En answered simply.

"It's funny," Victor said, pulling a beard with one hand.

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