The Legend of Fatality

The Prophet Tangul bit his tail angrily. He couldn't believe it. Those incapable fools failed to kill the two dwarves, although they were overwhelmingly superior in number, and they were even more brutal. It was not the first time that he suspected that there were hidden enemies undermining his efforts in secret, sending him inferior soldiers. Undoubtedly, it was these evil conspirators who sent Bae and Guerrerogan to this remote place. Okay, he will do it, he will do it!

But now, he has no time to worry. This is the moment to inspect the battlefield and understand the situation of his troops. He pulled the two claws back and then up, away from the crystal ball of insight, and his eyes were retracted, as if he were circling like a giant bat on the battlefield. Under him, he could see the burning buildings—the cursed incompetent fools! —And the signs of a brutal struggle.

Fighting in groups of soldiers everywhere. The weapon collided with the weapon. The Ratman's Sword hit the dwarf's forged axe, sparks splashing. Blood was dug out of the new wound. The headless corpses rolled in the dust, and the blood of their final life was still consumed in the spasm of violent energy. Mars was blown into the sky by the evening wind.

On the walls of the castle, a group of sweaty dwarves were struggling to push a multi-pipe organ cannon into place.

Obviously, this is a crisis moment. Everything is pending. It was also obvious to this prophet that his savages would win. They defeated the dwarves from both sides, and their large numbers overwhelmed their opponents with poor equipment. As his two enemies escaped, his frustration began to be replaced by the warm glow of the upcoming victory.

Bai En feels that he is dying. He was exhausted from the attack of a short machete. His sore muscles turned his arm up and sent an arc of counterattack to his enemy. The huge black-haired monster jumped backwards and easily avoided the blow. Its tail flicked out and caught Bae's leg, trying to pull him off the ground and trip him. The spark of victory flashed faintly in Bai En's exhausted mind. He had seen this trick before and knew how to react immediately. He brandished his sword and cut off the tail from near the root, but he just returned the sword to the protection position in time, preventing the rusty scimitar from sweeping down.

The impact of the impact almost numb his hand, and he held the hilt reflexively more tightly to prevent it from slipping out of his sweat-soaked hand. The Ratman screamed in horror and flicked the tail. It made a mistake by looking down to check the bleeding position. When his eyes left him, Bai En thrust his magic sword into his stomach while he was distracted.

The warm internal organs rolled in his hands. He took a step back and tried his best to suppress a feeling of disgust. It grasped its stomach with two paws, with a nearly human expression of unbelief, and stumbled forward. Bai En pierced its spine with a sword blade from its back neck just to confirm that it was dead. He had seen many warriors dragged to death by enemies they thought had killed, and he made up his mind not to let himself make such mistakes.

Tiredness has made Bai En numb. He is not sure how long he has fought and how many people have been killed. During this time he released two spells and achieved great results, but did not change anything. Now he has insufficient magic power, and more importantly, his spirit is also starting to be extremely exhausted. In this case, the probability of failure to cast spells and backlash is much higher than normal.

In an instant, everything calmed down. He looked around and saw Guerrerogan, Snowy, and a group of scarred, exhausted, and dreadful dwarves. They all looked tired, and even the two oath takers were no exception. They seemed to have killed for several hours, but for every fallen enemy, there were two other strides forward to take his place.

The ratmen are like endless turbulent waves, and they beat on them one after another. In the distance, Bai En can hear the noise of the collision of weapons, so he knows where there are still people fighting, but just as they listened, an ominous silence came, followed by a roar, it seemed At the same time came from a hundred beast-like throats.

The dwarves exchanged glances and told Bai En that they all thought the same. Perhaps they were the last dwarves left outside the castle.

This situation did not last long. Bai En looked around and found that they were surrounded by fierce ratmen. Hundreds of red eyes sparkled in the darkness. The light from the burning building is reflected on the same amount of shiny nails.

The mousemen took a few steps back temporarily and readjusted the assembly because they knew it would be their last sprint. They moved with a strange precision, as if organized by some kind of quick, evil, and invisible wisdom. At that moment, Bai En knew that he would definitely die here.

He took advantage of this short interval to wipe the sweat on his forehead. His breath came out of his lungs quickly. He swallowed the air greedily like a drowning man. His muscles all felt like he was on fire. His blade seemed to weigh one ton or more. He was sure that he could no longer lift it up, or even save his life, but he was thankful that he had enough experience to know how wrong this feeling was. When the time is right, there will always be more power to fight. Now, looking at the rows of silent faces like mice outside, everything has changed.

"Gather there." He seemed to hear someone talking behind him. "Get ready to repel this attack. Let the pest scum taste the taste of real dwarf steel!"

Bai En was surprised by the sheer tenacity and courage of the dwarf. The talking captain must know that this is completely hopeless, but he still encourages his troops to sacrifice their lives at a high cost. Bai En is prepared to do the same, but only because he has no choice in this matter. If he can find a way to leave here and live, choose another day to continue fighting, he will definitely choose to leave.

Bai En sighed deeply. He might be able to cast a spell again. That spell might be able to take away these ratmen and give the dwarves a chance to survive. But if that spell fails or goes back, he may not survive with anyone here. He is not sure whether he should do so.

Just as Bae hesitated, somewhere in the distance, he seemed to hear the buzz of a huge insect-or the sound of the engine. What happened? Is this some kind of new evil device that those ratmen fired at their enemies?

Strangely, the sound seemed to come from the castle. There was a faint hope in Bai En's heart. Perhaps the dwarves had a surprise waiting for their attackers. Although these ratmen seem to be helpless before they suppress them to their current situation, they may avenge the people here.

The chiefs of those ratmen seem to be muttering orders to their many men. Slowly, almost reluctantly, as if they were afraid of ending their lives on the wall of the first person built by their ruthless enemies, the Ratmen began to move forward. When they staggered to take the first step, they seemed to have regained their confidence, and the speed and momentum of progress accelerated at an alarming rate.

But the strange bang is getting louder and louder. It seems to have been uploaded from above. Bai En wanted to raise his head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but his eyes could not be removed from the rushing ratmen.

"Come on, let's die!" Guerrerogan roared, and the Ratmen seemed ready to believe his words. They rushed forward at a faster rate, waving their weapons, making an evil cry, and swinging them angrily Tail. Bai En is ready to meet the impact of the charge, and then when a weird figure whizzes over his head, he tries to restrain the urge to fall to the ground.

This time he looked up and saw a large group of strange machines flying over them. Their boiler burned in the night, and a ray of fire leaked from the boiler. The huge rotor blades spun fast on the fuselage, almost invisible.

"Gyroplane!" Bai En heard a dwarf growl and realized that he was witnessing the legendary dwarf aircraft flying at night.

The dazzling light came down from the machine and fell in the middle of the oncoming ratmen. It wasn't until they started to explode among the ratmen that Bai En realized that what he saw must be the fuse of the dwarf bomb.

When the bomb blasted their target to pieces, the rat-man charge slowed down. Their furious leader tried to assemble them frantically, but just as they did so, a gyroplane descended to a level almost flush with the head, spraying a hot, superheated steam into them. A large group of ratmen screamed in shock, turned around and ran. Panic is contagious. After a while, the Ratman's charge turned into a defeat. The dwarves around Bai En watched almost numbly in disbelief, and they were so tired that they were even reluctant to chase the running enemies.