The Legend of Fatality

The mist is like inferior milk mixed with water, haunting on the river bank. The morning wind blows the Buddha along the river, like a whisper of intimate lovers. With the giant fireball rising slowly in the sky, whether it is morning fog or fresh breeze, everything dissipates in the air.

On a small mound not far from the river bay, Victor looked at the camp that emerged as the mist dissipated. The camp, which was once as quiet as the earth, regained its popularity after sunrise and began to be a muttering whisper, which became a noisy market over time.

It is a pity that the sharp Goblin language has destroyed the atmosphere of the market, and anyone who knows Goblin understands that there is a large Goblin community in front of him.

Victor knew his people, but it was difficult to call them the same kind. Perhaps the red skin at birth determined that it was difficult for them to integrate into them, and it was not all right. His brother quickly integrated into the world of Goblin.

Thinking of this, Victor turned his head slightly, and glanced at his brother with his back facing him, waving his dagger in the air, also with red skin, so tall, and a head taller than other Goblins.

Unfortunately, except for these, it is different in other places. Perhaps the same as the notes written on the human mage, there are no two identical leaves in the world. Thinking of this, Victor turned his head to the body around him, and asked the guard who wore everything he found on him. "Do you know? There are no two leaves in the world."

Looked at the surrounding guards to look down for the leaves. After they finished, they picked up their hands and compared them carefully. It seemed to be carefully discerning whether the leaves were moving the same way. Victor couldn't help laughing, this was Goblin, and he couldn't understand the true meaning of this sentence until he found his brother standing there, frowning tightly, holding a pile of leaves in his hands.

Victor, as the king of Goblin, also had great ambitions and ambitions, but as time passed, it almost passed away. He is now the leader of the ‘Falcon Exterminator’ tribe — yes, the ‘Falcon Exterminator’ is his own name, and like Victor and many other things, it ’s his own name.

The story is simple. Victor ’s tribe discovered a man who could use magic. For some unclear reason, Victor forced and drove the entire tribe to attack that human, and half of the tribe paid for the gob. After Lin's life, Victor and his brother Hugo successfully attacked and killed the human.

After the victory, Victor changed the name of the tribe from ‘shiny silver coins’ to ‘law destroyers’ on the spot. After this, the ‘French Slayer’ tribe also successfully attacked several mages, and even a magi and his entourage chose to surrender to Victor. Victor loved the young mage very much. With an almost flattering attitude, Victor learned a lot of knowledge.

In the end, Victor thought he was in love with the mage. In order to keep the two together, Victor believed that the mage was willing to be part of his staff, especially on the top of the staff-the skull of the mage kept smiling .

The legacy of the death mage taught Victor that he was called a sorcerer by this group of magical human beings. Natural casters usually have ancient bloodlines or hybrid creatures. Half-breed creatures-this explains that when Victor was initially bullied for his skin color, his angry feelings used the power accumulated in his body-spitting flames from his mouth and scorched the bully.

Initially, Victor was very concerned about what he was mixed until he found out that he probably would never really know his bloodline in his life. Victor chose the one that was most beneficial to him-deception, Victor declared to everyone that he had the blood of a dragon, and spitting flames is the best proof-yes, cheating Goblin is enough .

Although he initially struggled with claiming to have a demon or dragon blood for a long time, the dragon's choice brought more convenience.

The most intuitive of these conveniences is that there are nearly a hundred kobolds in the Goblin camp. These strange creatures have a special enthusiasm for anything related to dragons, so Victor makes them his guards.

As the kings of this group of Goblins, Victor knew that this title was just part of the shallow knowledge that this group of idiots knew. The most widely circulated within Goblin is the great achievements of the various Goblin kings, but in Victor's view, most of them are blind acts of death.

Not to mention, as a kingdom, at least have a place?

Now that the title of King is the basis for the short-term union of many tribes, Victor can only hold his nose by default. Under the leadership of Victor, the ‘Famous Eliminator’ tribe is still at least thriving. Until recently, Victor encountered another group of Goblins, probably dozens.

In an attempt to fill the missing personnel caused by the attack on the mage, Victor chose to accept them to join his own group.

Goblin has a very speechless quality, and is extremely fanatical about rumoring and spreading rumors. Victor suspected that in order to spread the rumors, Goblin would specifically leave the tribe and go far away to spread the rumors. Otherwise, how to explain why there are so many goblins to go to themselves? Can Goblin really grow from the ground?

Goblin, who is constantly running into the ‘Falcon Slayer’ tribe, makes Victor very difficult. His knowledge tells him that the accumulation of quantity will produce qualitative change, although the direction of the qualitative change is very problematic. But the greed and suspicion in his bones, and he was seriously considering secretly turning Goblin into food.

The final result, Victor chose to lead Goblin to attack human towns. There is a human town on the eastern seaside. Victor remembers that there are powerful mages in it, which can threaten the mage of the entire tribe.

Facing more and more Goblins, UU reads books www.uukanshu. Com sent them as cannon fodder consumption is a good choice, if you capture the town-Victor himself does not believe that-the plundered material may feed the greedy guys.

Anything under the world can have an accident, and the plan to attack the town is also no accident. When Victor commanded the army and attacked the town, only a large group of unfortunate wild boars entrenched in it became victims-the town was abandoned.

Victor stood on the low wall of the town, crying without tears. The goblins were very happy, busy plundering the materials and garbage left in the town, excitedly moving empty wooden barrels, empty boxes, or smashing them.

If it is not the arrival of the storm, let Victor understand that Goblin is not suitable for living by the sea, they may be the first Goblin tribe with human towns.

Victor finally chose to move before the next storm. He understood that the rainy season that followed would completely destroy the Goblin that occupied human towns. However, the characteristics of Goblin made him choose not to follow him. At least not much at the beginning.

According to what he learned, Victor chose a slow-flowing river bay as his future home. Rivers will bring fish, fish is equal to food. The surrounding mounds and slow flow rate can be prevented from being flooded by the surging river when the rainy season arrives. There is enough forest in the visible area of ​​the south, and wood can make a lot of things.

Accidents will always happen. With Goblin's speechless qualities, accidents will always happen. Victor, who just found a place where he could feed his tribe, woke up the next day and found that he had become a great mage slaughterer, human exterminator, town conqueror, goblin's advancing lighthouse, magical light, Eye of Wisdom, the owner of the dragon's bloodline breathing flames, the greatest king of Goblin.