The Legend of Fatality

Bai En jumped into the back seat of the plague carriage. The body creaked under his feet. Stinky. He really prefers to stand somewhere else, but this is the only way he can attract the attention of the crowd.

"Citizens of Heidelberg!" He roared with a speaker who had never used it since the Fatalin riots. "Hear me out!"

Several people turned their heads towards him. Most other people are busy chopping off the dead bodies or yelling at their neighbors in glories.

"Citizens of Heidelberg!" He shouted again. Several other people looked at him. They began to pull the neighbor's arm, pointing in his direction. Slowly, Bai En felt the crowd's attention turned to him. Slowly, the crowd became quiet. These people saw him and Guerrerogen killing the ogre alone. They have also witnessed them lead the mercenaries into battle. These people are headless and need someone to guide them. Bai En believes that he can meet both needs.

"Citizens of Heidelberg! The ratmen attacked your great cities. They burned your homes. They killed your loved ones. They brought mania and plague to your streets."

Bai En noticed now. All eyes in the crowd were fixed on him. He could feel the anger, hatred and fear of the masses, he could feel that they focused on him. He felt a sudden excitement about the power he had. He moistened his lips and continued talking, knowing in his heart that he must coax them where he wants them to go now, otherwise he will lose them.

"You killed many ratmen. You saw their monsters fall. You have seen their evil weapons fail. The victory is within your grasp. You are ready to kill more ratmen. ?"

"Yes!" Shouted several people in the crowd. Many people still look uncertain. To a large extent, they are not fighters, but ordinary people suddenly fall into a situation they do not really understand.

"Are you ready to drive these ratmen out of your city? If you don't, they will come back and take you as a slave.

Bai En doesn't know if this is true, but they used to do it, and it sounds good. More importantly, this sounds scary. At this time more voices shouted: "Yes."

"Are you ready to kill these monsters mercilessly? Rest assured, if you don't, they will kill you!"

"Yes!" The whole crowd roared in anger and fear.

"Then come with me! Go to the palace! Now is the initiator of all these evils, the leader of this dirty race is still threatening the life of your legal ruler!

Baien jumped off the carriage and landed on the cobbled street. Someone in the crowd reached out and patted his back. More people expressed their support aloud. He saw Old Heinz and the surviving mercenaries give him thumbs up. He looked down at Grey Rogan; the little man also looked very happy. "Let's go." Bai En said running away.

The crowd followed them, crossing the burning streets of the city.

Zhang Squik pulled his long black cloak to the front, striding forward with a sword in his hand. He hid in the dark and moved gently with his feet, ready to attack in any direction, even the slightest provocation.

In the hazy distance, he could still hear the sound of battle. In front of him, he could hear the strange scratching sound that people called ‘music’. He appeared on the balcony and blinked, feeling dazzled for a while.

He stood looking down at a huge room. A huge portrait of the human gods was painted on the vaulted ceiling above him, and they looked down kindly on the ground. There are also huge chandeliers, each lit by hundreds of candles, shining brightly. Below is an orchestra playing, many breeders in robes and some males in costumes are standing easily, eating and drinking happily.

The taste of the food twitched Zhang Siquik's nostrils and focused his attention on the table below. They moan under the pressure of roast chicken and pig. There is a plate of cheese, bread and various delicacies. Too much for this starving city, the Isain clan thought! Then he realized that maybe the civilian population was starving, but the ruler left these delicacies to himself. So he concluded that at this point, humans and ratmen were not very different-then he was startled when he heard footsteps on the balcony behind him.

Two figures appeared on the balcony behind him, one male and one breeder. Their clothes are in a mess, even strange to humans. The man dressed as a shepherd in some kind of coat. He was holding a pipe and a golden mask on his face, which was shaped like a goat with long horns. The woman also wore a mask, but she wore some kind of dance costume, a diamond-patterned tights, a triangular boat cap and a makeup mask. They stared at him, and to his surprise, they made a strange gasp, which humans call laughter. They all smelled of alcohol.

Zhang Squik was very surprised, he stopped while launching a storm-like death attack. He had planned to knock them to the ground and then hid in the dark corridor.

"I said, what a great costume!" Said the man.

"Absolutely great," the woman agreed. She bent down and pulled Zhang Siquike's tail hard. "so true."

Zhang Squik didn't know what they were talking about. He couldn't understand the weird language they said, but his mind began to slowly form the impression that these people were wearing some kind of costumes, like high-ranking ratmen in religious ceremonies. They seem to mistake him for one of them.

Did these people get so drunk that they were so indifferent to everything? Did they realize that there was a war of zombies invading outside? But to his surprise, Zhang Sikuike realized that this must be the case. Even worse, he noticed that all the eyes below were staring at them.

He considered pushing the two humans off the balcony and then hiding back in the shadows, but that meant going back to the hallway, full of fighting storm commandos and angry Tangul. So he suddenly thought of another plan. He nodded politely to the two revelers, then put away his sword, went down the stairs, and entered a group of humans dressed in masks and disguise.

He took an appetizer from a tray brought by a passing waiter, then picked up a glass of wine, pacing around the hall, nodding left and right to the people he passed by. Perhaps, if he could find Emmanuel, the human feeder, he might be able to redeem himself in the eyes of the prophet Tangul.

Villebris-Nule raised his head in surprise, looking at the crowd. Where did they all come from? How could they suddenly gather so many troops? Was the Prophet Tangul underestimating their number? Of course, this is possible, and if so, this just proves the Prophet Another example of incompetence. If he does n’t give way to them, it ’s no different.

He has been wandering here since the invading troops came out of the sewers, lost their way in the labyrinthine alleys, killed everyone he met, and tried to find Isaac Grotte and others Overnight. He cursed the stupid plan to blindly chase them apart initially. Now he had to face this group of people, and there were no bodyguards around him.

He looked up and realized that he recognized the leader of the charge team-worse, they also recognized him! It was the human who interrupted his ritual, and the dwarf who destroyed the pot of thousand pox. For a time, a burst of anger swept into Villebris-Nule. He almost summoned his power without thinking, a strange green light flew across his head and claws. He murmured the spell, this spell would summon devastating disease spirits to strike his enemies.

But these humans did not even slow down their charge speed. Villebris-Nule suddenly realized that they could not. The human behind is pushing the human in front forward. If their leaders slow down, they will be stepped on their own feet. What a stupid creature, it is no accident that once again proved the superiority of the location of the Ratman leader. But he didn't have much time to think about it, so he just kept talking and turned desperately to summon the power to protect him, because he knew everything was too late. Mankind has run before him.

The last thing Villebris-Nule saw was a huge axe slashed at his skull.

Bai En was taken aback. He recognized the rat man in the green robe in the last few seconds, and then the crowd only stepped on him under the UU reading www.uukanshu.com. It was a plague sacrifice from the cemetery. Bane is happy that it is dead. When the green light appeared in the opponent's hands, he didn't even have time to react and take any action. In fact, he didn't dare to stop and cast a spell.

Now that he is warm, he sweats due to exhaustion and the heat of the burning buildings around him. He tried not to ignore the screams of those trapped, but focused on revenge on the Ratmen who were responsible for all the losses now. He heard a knocking sound somewhere in the distance. An apartment building collapsed, and a series of sparks went straight into the sky. Bai En knew that if someone survived, they would face the difficult task of rebuilding the city. This is as bad as any fire in any city in history.

When they came to the **** leading to the palace, Bai En noticed that many of the buildings here were intact. They are like Falheim's villas, both like small fortresses and guards. In front of them was a unit wearing the black shirt of the Heidelberg Guard. They raised the halberd to try to repel this charge, but when they saw that the mob was a human instead of a mouse, they put down the halberd in confusion, and the team seemed to confuse them.

"Ratman!" Bai En shouted. "There are ratmen in the palace!"

He did not know whether the captain of the guard believed him, but he had no choice. If his people stood there for a while, they would either use weapons to deal with their compatriots, or be trampled by the people around him. The captain of the guard made a hasty decision: he gave orders sharply, and his men stood aside. Bai En can see that the gate of the palace is still open. Bai En concluded that this must be for the convenience of letting the guests' carriages in.

He rushed forward, praying that they would rescue the Countess Emmanuel in time.