The Legend of Fatality

Bai En took a brisk pace. He was not tired at all, even though he didn't sleep well the night before, and the rugged terrain they passed did not scare him. He took a deep breath and even enjoyed the quiet air and the musty forest. At least he can breathe.

He is still alive! The sun through the leaves, catching the rotating dust, let them dance like fairy lights. He wanted to reach out and grab a hand as if it were a magic powder. In a flash, the forest changed; it was as if they were walking through an enchanted forest, and under the shadow of a large tree, a foot-high mushroom grew. At this time they do not look vicious; they are the guarantee of the continuation of life.

He is still alive. He repeated this sentence to himself like a mantra. He experienced fear and came out in the face of it. His enemies, those monsters who want to kill him, are already dead. And he is still here, feeling the sun, drinking in the air, watching Grerogan and Kate carefully choose the way down the mountain, walking from one stone to another in the steep and slippery mud.

He feels more acute, he feels more energetic and energetic than ever. There is a simple pleasure here. Hey, one less! Like to invite everyone to collect: () Zhai Shuyuan updates the fastest.

Fighting with those monsters made him realize how unreliable his grasp of life was and how easily the ropes holding his life were severed. Maybe he would lie in an unmarked icy tomb, or more likely it would fill the stomachs of beasts or monsters. The difference is some luck, some skills and how to use his sword properly. Everything can become so different. As long as he makes a mistake, he may not enjoy this beautiful morning here. He may wander in Moll ’s hazy gray kingdom, may appear in Natal ’s bottomless pit, or may have fallen into a forgotten situation, some scholars claim that this is the only thing after death.

He knew that this idea would scare him-but it was not. He was so happy here and now. In his mind, every blow of the battle was replayed, and every action carried a feeling of approaching the most pleasant. He was very excited; he confronted powerful enemies and defeated them. Today the forest can't change his mood. By the way, there is another less! Zhai Shuyuan, update the latest chapter as soon as possible!

Bai En thought that his experience in the Black Tower would prevent him from showing such emotions again. He should have adapted to everything, even fear and guilt, and the killing had made him adapt. But this time the violence stirred something dark inside him, something he didn't even know about himself. For a time, he felt that he could almost understand those who followed the **** of war Kratos or the **** of killing Cohen, and they were addicted to bloodshed, fighting, and stimulation. Bai En felt that there was no difference between the two. There is nothing more exciting than taking life as a bet. There is no higher bet than this, maybe except your soul. If there are people or gods in this world who can control the soul.

This thought stopped him. He can see that his thoughts have been guiding him on the path of sin. Bai En is not worried about the sin of this path, but he is worried that this path is wrong, and he is never willing to choose a wrong path. Perhaps all those who betrayed themselves to evil forces started this way, rejoicing in their dark side. He had seen the direction of this road, so he turned his thoughts. Bai En understands that he should choose the right path, regardless of sin and justice, these are just the means to complete the path he chose, and the destination is important to him.

Earlier, Guerrerogen bent down to examine some traces in the mud. Bai En speculates that maybe he is too addicted to fighting. Perhaps this is why he follows his special mission-perhaps this is both for his own satisfaction and for the sin he committed. Otherwise why would someone choose such a strange path and choose such a dark path? Perhaps the dwarf ’s motive is not as noble and miserable as he pretends to be.

Bai En sighed; he will never know the answer. Dwarves are different for him, the product of different societies, have different moral codes, and may even observe different scenes of the world through different senses. He doubted whether he could understand Grerogan. Every time when he felt close to the dwarf's thoughts, he just couldn't understand. The dwarf is different-his strength is something that Bai En will never go for extravagance, his bravery surpasses reason, and at the same time he seems to forget the pain and exhaustion. Japan, I ca n’t read it, and I ’m short of it! One second to remember, Zhai Shuyuan ().

He walked down the **** carefully, looking at the place under his feet, feeling the hard rock under the thin boots. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw what Guerrerogan and Kate were looking at. The path diverged at the fork. On the right hand side there is a signpost-not the stone slabs usually erected on the Boulevard of Marnus Empire, but a simple block of wood cut from the trunk. Bai En went over and read it.

"We will be in Flensburg in a few hours," he said.

"If it still exists, humans." Grerogan spit on the ground.

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"I wish I could be as brave as you, Bai En," Kate said suddenly.

Bai En looked around the open glade. The forest here is thinner and shows signs of logging. The stumps are scattered on the forest floor. There are messy vegetation around them. There are saplings everywhere. There is a fragrance of freshly cut wood in the air. In the distance, he felt he could hear the roar of the river. Above the head, through the gap between the branches, the sky is bright, clear, and blue. However, in the far east, they can see huge storm clusters gathering. Thunderstorm clouds piled up one after another, and the huge and ethereal mountains moved closer and closer. Another evil omen.

He glanced down at the girl. The expression on her smoky face was serious. "what did you say?"

"I said,‘ I wish I could be as brave as you ’.”

He smiled. Her frank and sincere wishes seemed to impress him. "I'm not brave."

"Yes. It's brave to fight those beasts-just like the heroes in the story will do."

He tried to imagine himself as a hero, like the characters in the legendary stories he liked when he was young-Marnus or Gaitan. Somehow, he couldn't handle it. He knew himself too well. These people are god-like beings, impeccable and flawless. In fact, Marnus and Gaitan have become gods, and both have become the patron saints of the empire they built. Many people in other places also believe in them, regard Marnus as the **** of justice, and Gaitan as the patron saint of humanity. People like that never know what is fear, what is suspicion, what is profit-making.

"Actually, I'm scared. I just want to live. I'm not brave--Grerogen is."

She shook her head flatly. "Yes, he is--but you too. You are afraid, or choose to fight. I think this is why you are brave."

She is totally serious. But she didn't understand the reason why Bai En chose to fight because he understood that if he didn't resist, no one in this world would pity him and save him. But Bai En did find the girl's ideas interesting and a little flattered. "No one has ever accused me like this before."

She turned around and pouted, thinking he was making fun of her. "Anyway, I think you are. It doesn't matter what others say."

He straightened his body and tightened the shabby cloak. Strangely, he was used to seeing Grerogan as a hero in an epic story, that is, the story he promised to write about the death of the oathbreaker. He had never thought he would be part of that story before. He always imagined himself as an invisible observer, a chronicle writer who recorded the achievements of the dwarves, but did not mention it in the book. Maybe the child made sense. Maybe he should also leave some space for his adventure career.

"Legend of the Abandoner". No, I am traveling with Guerrerogan, it should be called "My Journey with Guerrerogan". By Mr. Bai En. Thinking of this, he smiled again, maybe he could write a book for himself, after all, the dwarf will pursue his great ending, and his own adventure will continue. Then "Bai En Diary" seems to be a good name. He can think of it as a book with a leather cover, printed in perfect fonts on a printing machine of the Fatalin Association. Of course, this will be a very popular book. Classical literature is too old-fashioned and is the language of scholars, lawyers and pastors. The diary is written in such a way that it is close to the people, and maybe the whole world will read it. He may be as famous as those great writers.

He will tell about his various adventures. The experience of the Black Tower is too desperate, but the adventure readers of Dragon Cave should like it, as well as the development of the Fatalin Association, the experience on the mainland, the war in Istana. The destruction of the witch rally on the border of Novarino; they clashed with the orcs and wolf cavalry on the border. All these events led to the destruction of the poor baron and his newly occupied abandoned castle. Then they met the old mage and ventured into the dark world of the ancient dwarf kingdom. Their battle with the beast and their journey afterwards.

He tried to imagine how he would shape himself in the story-of course, he would be brave, loyal, and humble. Almost immediately, reality began to invade his daydreams. Are you brave? Maybe. He had faced some terrible situations, but he didn't feel embarrassed. Loyalty? Loyalty in the Black Tower is only to the lady, not to her colleagues. If he stayed with the dwarves until the end, he would definitely be the one who persisted to the end. Humility? It's unlikely, because how humble is it to put yourself in someone else's adventure story? Maybe this is not a good idea. He can only wait and see.

"If you are not a hero ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and Guerrerogan is, why do you want to travel with him?" Kate didn't seem to intend to let go of Bian.

"Little guy, why do you ask such a difficult question?" Bai En asked, hoping the dwarf could not hear. Grey Rogan had been wandering in the open space in front, immersed in his gloomy thoughts.

This is a difficult question to answer, and Bai En decides this. Why did he follow the killer? The answer is simple, because he vowed to do so. That night, after the dwarf rescued him from the ghoul's claws, he was drunk and vowed to do so. He has an obligation to keep his promise. Because the dwarf saved his life, he owed him a favor.

At first he thought this was why he insisted on keeping Grerogan, but now he has another idea. The dwarf gave him an excellent excuse to take risks, to see the remote places and dark things in this world. Things that interest and excite him. He could have stayed on Fatalin Island, become a wizard like the original Black Tower mentor, or become an administrator of an association like Amen Cannon, or even become a general or eat and die.

On Fatalin Island, he had too many choices, but he never thought of doing it, he always opposed it. The dwarf's pursuit gave him a reason to leave the Fatalin Association. He used to make excuses for his wishes, too many things, too many people, too much everything-can be an excuse. But since then, he has lived an unusual life, not much different from the hero in the legend. He didn't know what he would do if he stopped traveling with Guerrero. He couldn't imagine a life back in the past, especially a life that fulfilled his wish.

"Damn, I really don't know," Bai En said at last.