The Legend of Fatality

The Prophet Tangul sat on the three-legged bone stool in front of the remote pager, biting his tail. He was angry, now is the most angry time in his memory. Even on the day he first killed, he doubted whether he was so angry, but he was really, very angry. He inserted his canine teeth into his tail until this feeling made his pink eyes moist. Then he let go. He was fed up with pain. He wanted to make others suffer.

"Hurry, hurry! Hurry up, or I'll peel your most valuable skin off the bones," he shouted, waving a whip specially used for this occasion.

The timid slaves squeaked in panic, running faster on the wobbly treadmill, which was connected to the huge mechanical device attached to the remote pager. When they do this, the energy ball starts to glow slightly. Their flashing lights illuminate the long moldy room. The shadows of the Scree's magic stone engineers leaped across the wall, and they slammed the delicate machine with a sledgehammer. There is a faint smell of magic stone and ozone in the air.

"Quick! Quick! Otherwise I will feed you to the ogre." Luck is a good thing, Tangul thought. It would be nice if he had another ogre rat to eat these slaves. In fact, the bonebreaker has proved how disappointing he is. The **** dwarf killed him as easily as Tangul killed a blind puppy. The thought of the dwarf suddenly broke out, and Tangul wanted to breathe a scent of fear. At the same time, hatred bit Tanger ’s intestines and stayed there, just as fiercely as a newborn cub gnawed his bones.

It can be seen from the bad breath exhaled by the Ratman Prophet that he wanted to take revenge on the dwarf and his minions! They not only killed the bonebreaker, but also caused Tangul to lose a lot of precious magic stone coins and also killed Feng Hallstatt thus disrupted the overall plan of the Rat Prophet intending to plunge Heidelberg and the Marnudi Empire into war.

Admittedly, there are other spies on the surface of Tangul, but none of them is as important as the head of the secret police of Heidelberg, and no one is as easy as he is. Tangul is not expecting to report this part of the plan to his boss in Modu. In fact, he has delayed his report as much as possible. Now he had no choice but to report the progress of the matter to the high priest. He looked up cautiously at the huge mirror on top of the remote pager, while looking forward to seeing the appearance of his boss. Now the timid slaves run faster. The light in the crystal ball became brighter. When a spark jumped out of the spheres on both ends of the treadmill and flashed upwards to the huge mirror pointing to the top of the instrument, Tangul felt his skin lifted upwards, and a chill shone from his spine to the tip of his tail. A magic stone engineer rushed to the control panel and twisted two huge copper switches. The forked lightning flashed between the crystal balls. The visible mirror starts to glow green. The small flywheel began to buzz. The huge piston is undulating and impressive.

For a moment, Tangul was extremely proud of the awesome achievements of the Rat-Man Engineers. This device not only enabled long-distance communication between Heidelberg and Modu, but also instant.

Seriously, no other race can compare with the genius of the Ratman. If necessary, this machine is just another proof. It is just another proof that the Ratman is superior to all other so-called intelligent races. The Ratmen deserve to rule the world-this is undoubtedly the reason why the devil gave it to them.

A picture took shape in the mirror. A tall figure looked down at him. Tangul shivered again, this time because of uncontrollable fear. He knew that he was looking at the face of a member of the committee of the distant magic city. In fact, he couldn't tell which one, because the picture was a little blurry. Maybe it was not High Priest Tisquik at all. Swirl and striped interference patterns danced on the shiny surface of the mirror. Perhaps Tangul should suggest that the engineers of the Scree clan make some adjustments to their equipment. However, it seems not the right time.

"What ... appear ... report ... first ... tank." The majestic voice of the committee members came from the machine's squeaky horn, like a sharp hum. Tangul had to struggle to recognize these words. He stretched out his claws and grabbed the microphone sculpted from human thigh bone, which was connected to the machine with a pure copper cable. He tried to avoid talking too much at once. "Great victory, honorable adult, and some small setbacks." Tangul said sharply. His scent glands felt tight. He tried not to show his teeth because of tension.

"Say ... big ... prophet ... can hardly hear what you say ... and ..."

Tangul believes that there must be some problems with this squeaky machine. Many words of the high priest were unclear, and no doubt his boss heard only a few words from Tangul himself. Perhaps, the prophet thought, this would be in his favor. He must carefully consider what he said below.

"Many victories, honorable adults, and some small setbacks!" Tangul shouted as loudly as possible. His roars startled the slaves and they stopped running. As the treadmill slowed down, the picture began to flicker. The long lightning became dull and dull. "Run quickly, you idiots! Don't stop!"

Tangul waved his whip to encourage the slaves. Slowly, the picture returned to its original form, until the blurry outline of the tall, dark-skinned committee member appeared again. A stench of smoke began to emerge from the squeaking remote caller. It smells like something is burning inside the machine. Two magic stone engineers stood by and drew a bucket of sewage directly from the nearby sewer.

"... frustration ... first ... Tangur?"

Tangul thought that if the opportunity to let the machine's glitch prove to be beneficial to him, now is the time. "Yes, sir. Victory again and again! Just as we speak, our soldiers scout beneath the human city. Soon we will get all the information we need for our inevitable victory!"

"I said ... setback ... Prophet Tangul."

"It's unwise to send them back, honorable adults. We need every strong soldier to control the city."

The committee members leaned forward, fiddling with a knob. The picture flickered, then became slightly clearer. Tangul can now see that the speaker's head is covered by a huge hood, and also covers his face, covering all his features. Members of the committee often do this. This makes them more mysterious and threatening. Tangul could see that the other person was turning around and saying something to an invisible person. The Prophet believed that his boss was reprimanding an engineer of the Scree clan.

"... and ... how ... agent ... Von Harsch ..."

"Uncomfortable," Tangul replied, the answer was a bit too hasty, he didn't like it himself. But at least it sounds better than saying he died. He decided to change the subject quickly. He knew that he had better do something to save the situation, and to be quick.

No matter how cleverly he uses the remote pager to delay his master's problems, he knows that the news of the death of Fritz von Hallstatt will eventually reach them. There are spies and whistleblowers in every squad. It was only a matter of time before news of his plan's failure reached the ears of the Modu Committee. At that time, Tangul knew he had better report some specific achievements.

"We have news ... change the plan ... send troops to Heidelberg ... ready ... to attack the city." The high priest's words made Tangul's ears happily. If an army is sent to Heidelberg, he will command it. Occupying this city will greatly enhance his status.

"Overseer Vermick Scarab will command ... give him everything ... full assistance."

Tangul showed his teeth in disappointment. The command of this army will be replaced. He sniffed his nose while considering the matter. Maybe not. Vimic Skab may have an accident. Then the Prophet Tangul could stand proudly in front of them, demanding all the glory he deserves!

Tangul's nose twitched. Now, the billowing smoke from the machine almost filled the whole room. Tangul was pretty sure that this device should not emit huge sparks like that. Two magic stone engineers ran to the door, which was not a good sign. He considered following them.

"I have foreseen ... your ominous sign of the future. I predict disaster for you ... unless ... do something to them."

Suddenly, Tangul was nailed in place, struggling between trying to escape and hearing more. He almost breathed out a breath of fear. If the high priest foresaw something, it almost happened. Of course, unless his boss lied to him for his own purposes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ this kind of thing happened too often, Tanguer could not understand this.

"Disaster, honorable adult?"

"Yes ... seeing a dwarf and human ... destiny is closely related to you ... you don't kill them ..."

The last loud noise. Tangul jumped from the stool and curled up on the floor. His mouth is full of spicy taste. Slowly, the smoke dissipated, and he saw the melting debris of the squeaking machine. Several dead slaves lay there, their fur was burnt, and their beards burned. In a corner, a magic stone engineer curled into a ball, crying in horror, twisting his body. Tangul does not care about their destiny. But the high priest's words filled his heart with fear. He really hopes to talk to his boss for a while, but unfortunately he does not have this opportunity. He raised his little bronze bell and shook it.

His bodyguards slowly entered the room. Tangul thought, as he was still alive, assault captain Gazat looked disappointed. A thought flashed through Tanguer's head, thinking that perhaps the captain of the commando had destroyed the remote caller. He dismissed it himself because Gazat had no such imagination. In any case, the prophet has more important things to worry about.

"Summon Gutter Walker!" Tangul screamed in his most authoritative tone. "I have a task for them."

The room was silent for a while. An unpleasant smell twitched Tangul's beard. Just mentioning the terrible assassin of the Isaac Clan, let the commando captain Gazat breath out a fearful breath.

"Quick! Quick!" Tangul added. "Immediately, Master." Gazat said mournfully, then quickly ran into the labyrinthine sewer.

Tangul rubbed his paws happily. The gutter walker will not fail, he can guarantee this.