The Legend of Fatality

Drexler saw the rat with the scary horn striding through the crowd and shivered. As soon as he saw it, he was full of fear. What scared him wasn't the red eyes, nor the hair upright. Obviously, this is the power it contains.

Drexler's mysterious and coordinated senses can see that this thing is full of dark magic energy. He was a magician himself, and he saw it clearly. There was something very unnatural in it. No creature should be able to exercise or contain this power without suffering serious consequences. At least, it should go crazy. In most cases, it may explode and be crushed by the huge energy rolling in the body.

Drexler wanted to know, where did it gain such powerful power? The only possible source of so much energy is said to be the Sage Stone. No, he soon thought of another possibility, a more dangerous thing-pure magic stone. Could this creature be consuming these things? This is an almost absurd assumption.

Perhaps this creature did not escape the effects of using this thing unscathed. Its ambiguous language, stumbling footsteps, and unstable movements undoubtedly imply that it has a problem. Its beard quivered and its head twitched, which made it look like it was in a late stage of some kind of fatal addictive symptoms. Yes, that guy is crazy. no doubt. It exploded anyone who could not answer its questions satisfactorily so clearly that it clearly stated this fact. The question now is what he, Drexler, intends to do?

He was shocked by his weakness. Every time this creature gathers its dark power, he can feel it. He could at least try to release a counter-curse, but he didn't. He had been overwhelmed by the fear caused by the appearance of that thing and what would happen to him if he intervened. He was convinced that he would fail in a duel with this rat-man, and the attention it would draw would be fatal. Even if he could somehow control the Ratman Mage, his attendants in black armor packed the entire room. To be fair, they might first cut him down with those cruel swords.

So he did nothing, but six people were already dead. He was proud of what Baron Lüchel did, and he was proud of the way this man rebelled against the Ratmen before he died. Why can't he summon such courage? The healer in his heart was shocked that he had not taken any measures to prevent this loss of life. Now, the countess herself is in danger. She is willing to sacrifice her life to preserve her subjects. Drexler swore in his heart that this time, if the Ratmen attacked, he would intervene.

As long as he can control it, there will be no magic killing.

"I would never do such a thing," the Countess Emmanuel shuddered. "I would rather die than order my troops to surrender to you filthy pests."

"Stupid human feeder-if you dare to disobey me, I will do it!" Tangul said. He raised his claws, playing threateningly with the power of dark magic around the claws. The human feeder flinched slightly, but neither moved nor opened his mouth. Tangul wondered if there was a way to break the deadlock. Perhaps if he ordered to put some humans in front of her torture, she would become weak. Tangul ’s experiments convinced him that such a method would usually work. Yes, it is!

Then, from somewhere around him in the ballroom, he felt that magical energy was slowly accumulating. They are not simian-like energy. Just as he turned his head to find the source of magic, he heard a step closer and closer.

"Okay, okay, what are we doing here?" A piercing voice said loudly, like two large stones rubbing together, but also like a knife inserted into Tangul's heart. "Ha, it seems that we just arrived in time, just to kill some mice."

Tangul suppressed the urge to spit out fear. He heard the harsh, cold growl! The Prophet turned his head to the side just to confirm what he was most worried about, and he saw that they were real. Standing at the entrance of the hall are the dwarf Grerogan and the human grace, and behind them is a large group of human troops!

Tangul howled in frustration and anger. He went deep into the depths of his fallen soul and concentrated all his deadly energy on a powerful explosion and threw it at his enemies.

When Bai En saw a black thunderbolt gathered around the prophet's claws at midnight, he was prepared to pounce aside. The aura of evil magical energy surrounding the head of the mouse is so bright that it is almost impossible to see. When the tremendous destructive power was suddenly released to him, he stood firm without fear, as if not afraid at all.

He quickly pulled the sacrificial knife from his waist with his right hand, inserted the scapula, and took out the temporary potion with his left hand. He recited the only protective spell he would know, and hoped that the spell would at least protect him from death. But the new sacrificial knife was too sharp, completely exceeding Bai En's imagination. The sacrificial knife directly pierced his left button, affecting his left hand. The potion slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and shattered.

Damn it! Bai En cursed desperately.

A strong flash of light and a loud crackling sound, like thunder pouring down from the top of the head. The air was filled with the smell of burning metal ozone. Bai Enmo vaguely realized that there were two beams of energy popping out of the claws of the Rat Prophet. One of them aimed at him. The other one aimed at Grey Rogan. He closed his eyes, looking forward to death.

What he felt was not the unexpectedly intense pain, but a slight tingling on his skin, and his hair began to stand up. He opened his eyes and found that he and the dwarf were shrouded in a golden energy field. The long golden lines quickly returned to Dr. Drexler's hands from the halo surrounding them. Bai En can see the nervous expression on the doctor's face. Although he was very grateful to the doctor for saving their lives, he knew that the doctor could not resist the storm of dark magic that surrounded them. Qiankun Listening Book Network

"Is this the best you can do?" Guerrogan growled with great disappointment. "Ratman, your life is over!"

The oath slayer passes through a corona of shining energy. Bai En rushed over beside him. Instead, he recited another spell.

No! No! The prophet Tangul saw two of his enemies rushing towards him, thinking in horror. This is impossible! How could this be? How can this abominable guy, when he is about to win, stop him? What evil **** protects them, keeps them alive, and interferes with him again and again His plan? He grinned and roared, and continued to release his energy of destruction to fight the golden shield that was coiled between them and the fate of death. He could feel that under the relentless pressure of his incredible energy, it began to collapse.

Unfortunately, it did not disappear fast enough. At the rate that the distance between the human and the dwarf and him shortened, they would first reach Tancol before he pulled their flesh off the bone. He growled and cursed, and controlled his spells, knowing that he no longer needed spells.

"Quick! Quick!" He ordered his storm commandos. "Kill them! Now! Now!"

The Stormtroopers started the attack with obvious reluctance. They have heard of this pair. The damage they caused to the Ratman cause is said to be a legend in the story of the Ratman army attacking Heidelberg. Their presence demoralized Tangul's troops. And being a dwarf beheaded like an experienced captain as a puppy did not reassure these ratmen. Moreover, a large number of angry humans poured into the ballroom. Tangul realized that the morale of his troops would almost collapse.

He quickly measured the possibility of victory, and found that his time had passed, and victory had slipped away from him. Now is the time to measure his chance of survival. If he left now, and his troops were still slowing down the enemy ’s pursuit, Tangul realized that he might reach the toilet first. Once there, he can use the channel stone to build a gate to the sewer. Of course, now that his power is at a low tide, he cannot have enough power to open the door for all his soldiers. In fact, he suspected that more than one ratman would escape from here.

Nevertheless, he knew that the genius of Tangul must be preserved for the Ratmen race. One day, he will come back to avenge.

"Go ahead, my brave storm commandos, march towards the destined victory!" Tangul shouted with his loudest voice, then he turned his tail and ran desperately.

He does not need the intuition of his prophet to tell him that the massacre behind him will be one-sided and merciless.

Before Bai En arrived at the Rat Prophet, those Ratmen in black armor rushed up. Although they looked reluctant, they were numerous. Bai En glanced at the aristocrats who were still in the ballroom, and decided to give up the spells that were too obvious with an ‘evil’ breath.

He pulled out the sacrificial knife on his left shoulder and recited the spell. This spell will allow him to absorb blood and continue to heal himself through this blood, and the time will not be too long. If he hides well enough, he believes that no one will notice this. Then he jumped into the rats.

Not the same as Bai En's previous expectations. Except for the first few ratmen, "Wind Spirit" cut their shields and black armor like butter cutting. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and the sparkling electric light After letting the companions around them keep twitching. The ratmen who appeared again seemed to be pushed up by their companions behind them. Rather than having a strong desire to fight, it was better to say that the desire to escape from the battle was stronger.

After Bai En cuts over a black-clad ratman, in order to resist another ratman's attack, he had to swing his sword to block, but his left hand could not perform any defense. For his offensive opportunity, Bai En can only expect the sawtooth sword in the hand of the rat man not to cut through the double defense of his chain mail and magic robe. But to his surprise, the rat-man seemed to find a chance to break away from the battle and turned away.

When Bai En stabbed the opponent in front of him in surprise, trying to solve the ratman who had just sneaked in, he discovered that the ratman had also started to run away. Then, as they appeared, these ratmen rushed over the stairs frantically, so much that they filled the whole ladder, so that the influx of humans were blocked in front of the stairs.

When the ratman who had not escaped was finally cleaned up, the ratman prophet had long wondered. What makes Bair wonder is why most of these ratmen end up madly rushing towards the position of a toilet.

Another thing he didn't notice was that his spells not only absorbed the blood of the dead soldiers, but also a small part of the black blood.