The Legend of Fatality

Drexler turned around and looked in the direction of the scream. Suddenly, a large group of ratmen in black armor appeared on the balcony. He saw at a glance that it was not costume. They are real. A huge, humanoid, anthropomorphic mouse, equipped with a huge scimitar, holding a round shield engraved with their evil **** logo.

He saw several guards, the most elite guards, inserted between the guests and the ratmen. But they were quickly cut off by the other party's disciplined phalanx almost instantly, so the rat phalanx poured down the stairs and entered the room. The band stopped playing slowly. The notes gradually disappeared and became dissonant echoes. The screaming guests in fancy dresses were driven to the huge throne stage by a group of roaring ratmen.

Drexler did not know whether he should risk using spells, but he decided not to. Because there are too many mouses in front of him, they cannot affect all of them. He wanted to know where the guards were. Where did the people who went to the battlements to watch the fire?

Then he felt the presence of a terrible magic energy. When he looked up, he saw a tall, squirrel mouse with gray fur on his head walking down the stairs. It looks like an evil god, to curb misfortune and all mankind.

Tangul strode through the body of the dead human guard. Finally, he heard a satisfactory scream coming from the front. It seems that his storm commando finally found the hall, and the human leaders are finally in his grasp. The prophet's heart was filled with a strong sense of the great victory that was destined, and the prophet stepped towards victory!

Bai En led the stormtroopers into the palace courtyard. Looking up, there was a battle on the battlement.

"Quick!" He shouted to old Heinz. "Clean up the battlements! Kill any ratmen you find!"

"Okay, Sir Baien." Old Heinz said, rushing towards the steps with mercenaries. "Come with me, boys!"

Bai En glanced at the mob pouring into the yard. They look vicious, ready to kill anything they see. Many people started chasing old Heinz.

"Where are we going now, humans?" Grerogan asked. "I'm going to compete with that mouse wizard. My axe longs for more blood!"

This question is well asked, and Bai En thought, hoping for an answer. Think about it, he urged himself. Where is a logical place? The Rat Prophet wanted to catch Emmanuelle. Tonight he learned from Dr. Drexler that a grand ball was being held. For the countess, the logical place was the ballroom where Ostwald took him when he first visited the palace. Now, if only he could remember the way to go there!

"Come with me!" He shouted, trying to make his voice more confident.

Tangul stopped at the stairs and looked at the big ballroom. He wanted to give poor humans a chance to appreciate the majesty of their conquerors. He wanted to taste the moment of final victory.

All human eyes turned to him. He could see that people were impressed by his nobleness and his existence. They always do. The majestic image of a prophet can always arouse the same degree of respect and admiration in the hearts of all who saw him. He glanced at the crowd and looked around to see if he could find his prey.

To be honest, he had expected to tell him from her elaborate costumes and the fact that she was wearing a crown, but he saw that the people present were all wearing strange costumes, as if they were deliberately going against him of. Okay, okay, he thought, they would find that a prophet would not shrink back so easily. He singled out a human male, a man wearing clothes like primitive tribesmen.

"You, human stuff! Where is your feeder? Answer me! Quick! Quick!" Tangul asked in his best tone.

"Old gentleman, I don't know what you are talking about at all." Sweat ran down the man's face. Tangul attacked him with a pure magical power. The screams of women flooded the entire space, and his victim was stripped to the ground with a bare, blackened skeleton. Tangul then chose another victim, a woman dressed as a human goddess.

"You! Tell me where the owner is? Answer me! Now! Now!"

The stupid woman looked at him blankly. "What is a feeder?" She asked. Tangul's answer was to attack her with magic. Another burnt body fell to the floor. Tangul chose this time very cunningly as a human being disguised as an assassin of the Isain clan.

"You! Feeder! Where ?!" Tangul shouted loudly. The human pretending to be an assassin turned around, and its tail twisted much like a real ratman.

"No, Master! Don't explode me!" It shouted in fluent rat language. It's amazing, Tangul thought. A human who speaks our language! Then he realized that this is not human. The guy hiding in the crowd is the **** Zhang Sikuike. Tangul looked at the assassin, licked his lips, thinking that the assassin's stupidity almost cost him the victory, and remembered all the other failures that Zhang Squik was responsible for.

Now the situation is perfect, Tangul thought. If someone asks, he will say that this is a terrible mistake. So he mobilized all his strength. When black magic engulfed his body, Zhang Sikuike screamed the most satisfying.

Tangul glanced happily for a little while before picking out another person. "You! Where is the owner? Answer! Quickly! Otherwise your shameful life will be over!"

"But I don't know what the owner is," the fat man dressed as a giant pink rabbit whimpered. Tangul shrugged and blasted him fiercely. More bones fell on the marble floor.

Even when the haze of the magic stone of war enveloped his mind, he began to realize that there was a problem with his strategy. Humans don't seem to understand what he said. What could be the reason? Maybe their weak minds lost their way? After all, he wanted their owner ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Maybe he could call him by his name? He called a timid breeder He gestured and pointed at her with one paw.

"You! You! Are you the owner of Emmanuel?"

This breeder was clearly deterred by Tangour's majesty and was speechless. He exploded her fiercely, as a lesson to others, reminding others to answer when he asked questions. He chose the male next, hoping it would be a little smarter than the smaller breeder.

"Where are you, the feeder Emmanuel?" The male human shook his head provocatively.

"I will never tell you. I swear allegiance to my countess, for her—"

Tangul yawned, and cast another wave of black magic before humans had time to finish. When they chose the opposite, he hated this very much. The same thing happens with his experiments in Modu, especially after he took away their breeders and cubs for experiments. In some ways, this is indeed a miraculous race, he thought, but this is really stupid.

In the afterglow of his eyes, Tangul saw two human breeders whispering to each other. He slowly turned his burning eyes to them. A breeder stood upright, and one of them strode towards him. She took off the mask, revealing a pale and firm face.

"I believe you are looking for me," she said provocatively. "I am the Countess Emmanuel Emmanuel"

Tangul was almost disappointed. The power of the War Stone is still surging inside him, and he has always enjoyed using it. There is nothing more exciting than exploding inferior creatures into pieces, unless that is a feeling of gaining power.

"Good! Good!" Tangul said. "You order your army to surrender immediately, and I will keep you alive. I will continue if I refuse."