The Legend of Fatality

Luck-Snake tongue glanced at this dark room, controlling the urge to spit out fear. He spent a lot of effort to achieve this, because in his life he had never been forced by three such terrible ratmen. He restrained his cough and resisted sneezing so as not to attract the attention of the other party, but it was useless. The three pairs of vicious eyes were attracted to his trembling body, as if iron filings were attracted to the magnet.

Well, in fact, we can only say two and a half. The dean of the Plague Abbey, Villebris-Nure, the master of the animal trainer Isaac Glott, and the one-eyed Heskett stared at him as if he were a delicious piece of food. Especially Isaac-Glot.

Luck hoped his body wouldn't tremble anymore. He hoped that his claws would not sweat anymore. He hoped that the pain that threatened his head would disappear. He knew they would n’t. He knew he had the plague, he knew he would die-unless Villebris-Nule fulfilled his promise and pleaded with the devil for him.

Indeed, Luck thought, he and his tail were caught between the meat cleaver and the chopping board. The only way to save his life is to follow the terrible plague sacrifice. Unfortunately, Villebris-Nule wanted him to betray his master, the Prophet Tangul. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought that if that terrible caster knew what had happened and what would happen to him. No sane rat would be willing to face Tangul's anger.

The three Ratmen leaders put their heads together again and began to whisper. In order to know what they are talking about, Luck is willing to pay any price. But think again, considering that they may be discussing his fate, he may be able to survive without knowing it. Luck cursed his weakness. When he saw who was waiting for him in the room where the plague sacrifice took him, he knew he was in trouble. At this time, he couldn't be more clear. The weeks of negotiations implied by the dean of the monastery finally came to fruition, and the two most powerful factions of the Ratmen stood with the Pestilian clan.

In that secret room, away from the eavesdropper, protected by the powerful magic of the plague sacrifice Nule, the one-eyed Heskett and Isaac-Glot have been waiting. When Luck saw them, he knew the game was over. At Nu Le's urging, he told them everything. He explained that Tanguer somehow knew their plans (only the part about himself was missed in his discovery), and he also told them that Tanguer gave them the enemy, human benevolence. And Grerogan the Dwarf-the message sent. Undoubtedly, these arrogant but powerful Ratman leaders were irritated by what they thought was a despicable betrayal by the Prophet.

He sensed their rage and murder in the air and tried his best to avoid becoming the focus of this anger. He had heard all the **** details of the torture engine of the Scree clan a long time ago. He had also heard for many times that Isaac-Glott liked to eat their offal while the enemy was still alive. The story shudders.

In order to avoid this tragic fate, he racked his brains to recall every detail he could remember and convinced them that he was cooperating thoroughly. The prospect of painful death in front of him overwhelms any reluctant thoughts, even considering what the Prophet Tangul might do to him in the future, but he no longer hesitated at the thought that he would die immediately and painfully. Moreover, in a tiny, cunning, hidden part of Luck ’s mind, he suddenly thought that if these three people were angry enough to avenge the prophet Tangul, then Tangul would die to no avail. The point of his revenge.

He is now sure that he has succeeded, at least quite sure. One-eyed Heskett was biting his tail in anger, because Luck explained that the Prophet had revealed detailed information about the Scree Clan Invasion Engineering Academy to their enemies. He even fabricated convincing details, such as how the Prophet mocked and gloated that his stupid enemy would soon fall into his trap. Well, Luck thought, probably Tanguer did it.

When Luck explained to him how Tangul told him, this chubby fat fool would never doubt his stupid plan-to smuggle secret weapons into the city with a modified barge-would be tangery by Tangul At the time of selling, Isaac-Glott was so angry that he even spit out food.

When Luck told him that because of the jealousy of their devil ’s favor on the abbey, Tangul decided to get rid of a dangerous opponent, and revealed his whereabouts in the secret lair of the human cemetery to him the most reliable on the ground When the two spies, Bane and Grey Logan, Villebris-Nure issued a curse of the devil to his opponent.

"Are you sure that the Prophet and the two guys are together?" Isaac Grote asked. "Absolutely, absolutely sure?"

"Of course, the most powerful founder. He forced me, of course, with a very tragic death, just like you guys saw him do these days, force me to send them letters, they always respond to his instructions, not I can only conclude that either they took the Prophet Tangul ’s money, or— "

"Or what?" Villebris-Nule complained.

"No. This idea is terrible. No real ratman will fall to--"

"What fell to? What?"

"Or he is their reward!" Luck said, amazed by his ability to create lies. This caused another angry whisper.

"No! No! Impossible," Heskett blinked and said. "Tangur is a prophet. He will never obey other people's orders unless he is another ratman. The idea is ridiculous."

"however". Villebris-Nule said.

"However? Yet?" Isaac-Glot urged.

"However, the indisputable fact is that the prophet Tangul had contacted the surface residents and leaked our plans to them!" Nule continued. "Otherwise how could they know our plan? Otherwise, how could such a clever plan fail?"

"Are you seriously suggesting that the Prophet Tangul is a traitor to the Ratman cause? Really?" Isaac Glott asked, exposing his terrible big fangs and yelling.

"It's possible," Luck added boldly.

"I'm afraid it's too possible," Heskett blinked. "This is the only explanation why the Prophet interferes with our powerful conspiracy plan, and all we have to do is to further advance the cause of the Ratman."

"But the human and the dwarf are also his enemies. It is said that they almost killed him in the lair of human von Hallstatt."

"He also sent the gutter walkers against them," Villebris-Nule added. "It was a real contract. When Zhang Squik remembered his failure, he was still spitting."

"What if the Prophet Tangul is cunning enough to use his enemies to deal with us?" Heskett said excitedly with his eyes wide open. "He made them against us. And he will never lose! Either he beats the competition, or we kill him for his enemy."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Luck knew that no matter what his enemies thought of the Prophet, they suddenly gained great respect for his cunning. With this in mind, he had to admit that he too. No matter what kind of flaws Tangul has, we can hardly deny that the prophet Tangul possesses all the qualities that a truly great ratman should possess.

"Even so, even if the prophet Tangul possessed the devilish cunning, he still betrayed us to the enemy! This is indisputable. He revealed our hidden plans to the enemy, and the hidden plans of our great family , "Isaac-Glot said. "The Prophet Tangul is a traitor and enemy to all of us."

"I agree," Heskett said. "He must be a traitor. But more importantly, he is our personal enemy. He has taken action against all of us and almost killed us. Maybe his next attempt will be more successful."

The three of them shuddered at the thought of the devilish ingenuity that was detrimental to them. Luck could see the fear written on their faces and their beards twitching nervously.

"I humbly suggest," Nu Le said for a moment, "This may also be the devil's will, let us first drove the prophet Tangul from the position of his army commander, and then let him to the devil The committee explained. "

"I completely agree with you. Sincerely!" Isaac-Glott supported. "But how can we do this? This traitor still commands nearly 5,000 Scarab clan fighters, while our own army leaves only the shadow they once had."

"There is no doubt that this is exactly the traitor's plan," Heskett said bitterly.

"There is no doubt," the other two agreed at the same time.

"There will always be assassinations," Heskett scratched his chin casually with his paws, and looked up.

"It's possible! It's possible!" Isaac-Glot said excitedly, and then he turned around. "But who would take this risk? The people of Isaac are likely to believe the traitor's previous deception, and in turn report this request to the traitor himself?"

"We can do it ourselves," Villebris-Nule said.

"The Prophet Tangul, although he is known for betrayal, is a regrettable and powerful wizard," one-eyed Heskett sighed. "We may fail or die!"

All three shivered, and then, as the only one, all three pairs of eyes turned to Luck Snake Tongue. His soles were shaking because he knew what they were thinking.

"No! No!" He said subconsciously.

"No?" Said one-eyed Heskett threateningly, reaching for the **** of his pistol.

"No?" Isaac Grotte groaned in his hungry stomach, licking his lips greedily.

"No?" Villebris-Nure said as he spit a large ball of green sputum on the floor at the foot of Luck, where it was rotting and bubbling.

"No! No! The most merciful master, I'm just a humble ratman. I don't have your great wisdom and awesome abilities. Any of you can expect to overcome the prophet Tangul in battle or cunning, but I can not."

"Then why do we keep your life?" Isaac-Glott said softly. "Why? Say! Quick! Quick! I'm hungry."

"Because. Because." Luck struggled frantically to find a way out of this terrible labyrinth set by the opponent. He cursed the day he once met the prophet Tangul, or the day he let his message be brought to humans and dwarves. Wait! This may be the answer. Perhaps the great example of the Prophet himself is the way to solve his problems. "Because. Because there is a better way!"

"is it?"

"Yes. Yes. A method with less risk and more assurance!"

"You aroused my interest, Luck Snake Tongue." Isaac Groth said curiously. "Is there anything you can think of that we didn't think of?"

"Yes! Yes! Continue! Explain!" Villebris-Nule said in his terrifying bubbling voice.

"You can deal with him by his own way!"

"what?"

"He used Bae and Grerogan to deal with you. Why not use them to deal with him?"

There was another silence, and the three large ratmen exchanged glances.

"They are indeed awesome," Villebris-Nule thought. "Except for the Ratman."

"Maybe! Maybe they can do it!" One-eyed Heskett murmured as though he thought of something.

"Do you think so? They are not ratmen, and Tangul is a prophet. A prophet of a devil!" Isaac-Glott said with a fist on the table to emphasize.

"IMHO, Villebris-Nule explained," You have not encountered this pair. Heskett and I met. It is difficult to imagine that there are more evil and more dangerous opponents than this. Even me, despite using all my magical powers, almost did not escape from them. "

"They slaughtered more than half of the men in my team," Heskett said, not mentioning his role in the Holocaust.

"I respect your richer experience," Isaac Glotter said slightly disdainfully. "But the question remains: how can we let them hunt down the prophet Tangul?"

"Faith!" Luck suggested that he was completely stunned by the joy of plotting.

"Yes! Yes! A letter," said Villebris-Nule.

"It is very appropriate to destroy the prophet Tangul by his attempt to destroy us."

"But where are our two assassins going, how can we get the chance to deal with him?"

"We have to wait for the opportunity to appear ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ plague sacrifice said.

"Then how do we write this letter?" Isaac Glott scratched his head and asked. "I don't know anything about these primitive human runes."

"I know something about human writing," one-eyed Heskett said almost apologetically. "I need it to read human design drawings."

"We have to use the pen and paper used by the 'Prophet'," Isaac Groth added, thinking about it.

"Our friend Luck can get these," Villebris-Nure said, smiling at Luck with rotten teeth.

"He can also convey information in his usual way." Heskett said smugly.

"It seems that I won't eat you today, Luck Snake Tongue," Isaac Grotte said, "We need you to live. Of course, if you try to betray us."

"This will change," Heskett finally added.

Luck didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He seemed to prolong his life, but he did risk the anger of the Prophet Tangul. How did he get involved in these things?