The Legend of Fatality

| | |->-> Bai En looked at the clouds above his head. Under the impetus of the wind, they were rolled up and down by the wind. The color of the forest changed from light green to darker, ominous shadows. It seems that trees and other things are waiting.

He stood on the railing on top of the wooden barricade. He looked into the field, trying to see what was going on in the bush. He guessed it was evening.

Standing next to him was Gray Logan, studying his axe with reluctance. There is an archer standing there every ten steps along the wall-this is one of the rangers who can hit the bullseye in two hundred steps. Next to each archer are three quilts full of arrows. When Bai En visually observed the distance from here to the edge of the woods, he realized that it was a place of killing. Any attacker will be trapped in the plowed land and easily become the archer's prey.

He tried to reassure him with this idea, but it was not. The night in the forest is different from the night on the brightly lit avenue of Fatalin City. When night fell, everything was so dark. The outline of a person who is six steps away is blurred. After dark, only the moon has light, but the clouds will cover them.

Earlier in the day, rangers laid traps on the edge of the forest: sharpened branches were bent backwards and tied up. When the tripwire was triggered, the branches would break forward; some pits were used to trap careless Some of the ankles are filled with sharpened wooden piles covered with pieces of turf; bear clips and clip traps are also there, and the spring-driven steel jaws are ready to bite any intruder. If the villagers can survive the attack, their job will be to dismantle their equipment. He thought that the thoroughness of the defenses they soaked through the woods might reflect a belief that they would not survive.

Bai En tapped the top of the wall with his fingers, feeling the moss-covered wood roughly touching his fingers. Guerrerogan hummed the song unconsciously, ignoring the angry eyes of the woodmen. Waiting is always the worst thing. Any battle he has experienced is not as bad as his previous hunch. Once the action started, he was fine. He will be afraid, but the simple instinct to survive will occupy his mind. Because he has nothing to do now, he can only stand and wait, facing the fear he imagined.

He imagined that he was injured, and a tall horned beast stood beside him. He imagined that he faced the woman in black and shivered. He remembered the massacre of the Earl of Klein Castle, and his fear broke free of his self-control. To comfort himself, he tried to recall his feelings after surviving the battle with the horned beast; the memory was pale. He tried again to imagine the situation after the battle. He and Grerogan were heroes. They assembled the army and drove off the beast. This seems unconvincing.

"They will come soon, human." He sounded almost happy.

"This is what I worry about."

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The nightmarish shape floated to the edge of the woods. In the faint light, Bai En thought he saw a giant tauren in the woods. An arrow was shot from the chest wall, but it was not hit. Yes, they are there. The outlines of more horns are clearly visible. Something disturbed the bush. It rustled as it moved, and let the undergrowth spread like water moved under its surface by a huge behemoth. The clouds spread out, and the moonlight hung down. The light illuminated the hell-like scene.

"Grigny's bones!" Guerrero cursed. "Look!"

"what?"

"There, humans! Look! They have a siege machine. No wonder Klein Castle has fallen."

Bai En saw a group of figures in black armor. They surrounded a huge long-billed machine, which was like a multi-barreled siege cannon. They used a whip to repel a group of roaring mutants. As he stared at the weapon, he saw their twisted leader climb into a seat behind the engine. The other Dark Warriors hurriedly bypassed the base of the machine and pulled out the metal bracket to fix the machine. When the leader turned a big crank, the weapon turned to the village. Its muzzle is cast in the shape of a dragon head. Even at such a long distance, Bai En can hear the creaking sound when it turns. More arrows shot at it, but they still missed it. The woods echoed mocking shouts.

"What's wrong, what's that?" Asked a woodman on the wall. "What can it do?"

"Damn-that's a cannon!" Bai En explained. "Now we know what happened to the fortifications of Klein Castle."

"What can we do?" Another woodman asked.

"Nothing to do! The sky is completely dark, they will break through the wall and charge us. The monsters can see things in the dark. But the villagers can't." Bai En didn't know they could do Something.

"It sounds too complicated for the beast." The first woodcutter asked frowned.

"We are not only dealing with them, human beings. This is an evil warrior and her entire entourage. They are not lacking in wisdom. Believe me, I have also fought against them before." Grerogan said.

Bai En wondered when the dwarf had fought against the warrior of the evil master, but he knew it was not the time to think about it. He tried to estimate the number of horned beasts in the forest, but failed. They hid far away because they knew that the defenders would be more afraid when they did not know their number. Fear of the unknown is their other weapon. Bai En felt his heart sink.

Bai En suggested: "Maybe we should rush out and destroy the cannon first."

"This is what they are waiting for. Killing there is good for them and for us." The dwarf shook his head and said.

"However, do they have a bow?-They are horned beasts."

"It doesn't matter. We have too many traps outside for comfort. Someone will definitely hit them."

"I thought you wanted a heroic death?"

"Human ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If I just stand here and wait, it will come to me. Look!"

Bai En glanced in the direction of the dwarf's stubby fingers. He saw the evil warrior in black armor parked next to a huge cannon. He can now see a group of beast-like faces glaring under the tree. As he watched, he saw a group of long-horned figures pouring out from under the roof of the forest and began to appear in groups.

Somewhere deep in the forest, a huge drum began to sound. A horn sound and another drum sound responded to it. Screams and chorus sounded through the night sky. Somehow, in the rhythm of these strange words, he began to feel a certain meaning. It was as if his ancestors had developed this instinct in ancient times, and it was only this matter that awakened his instinct. He shook his head, wanting to eliminate hallucinations, but this did not seem to matter. No matter what he does, it seems that instinct will come back again.

The noise grew stronger, then silenced for a while, and then started again. It stimulates people's nerves and makes Bai En's stomach fly like butterflies. Looking out, Bai En can see that singing has a double purpose. It destroys the morale of the enemies of the horned beasts and helps the followers of these evil gods go crazy. He could see them hitting the shield with a weapon, biting the blade and cutting himself. They danced wildly, raised their legs, and stomped their feet, as if smashing the skull of the enemy with their hoofs.

"I hope they can get things done quickly." Bai En muttered to himself.

"Your wish will come true."