The Legend of Fatality

Bai En lay on the side of the stream near the villa, looking at the rolling grassland, immersed in reverie, and did not know what happened between himself and Angelica. The woman stood by herself, holding a short Kaslev compound bow in her hand. She stood for a moment, squeezing the bow tightly, posing in a posture that inevitably revealed her wonderful figure, and then fired an arrow that flew a hundred steps away, towards the center of the target. This is her third consecutive bullseye.

"Shooting beautifully," Bai En said.

She looked at him sideways. "It's very simple. Shooting on a galloping horseback is much more difficult."

Bai En wondered if she wanted to make a good impression on him. It's hard to say. She is very different from other women he knows. She is bolder, more proficient in war skills, and more direct. Of course, this is Kaslov, where noble women often fight with their men.

Bai En believes that they must do this, because this is a wild frontier country, dark in the north, and wild in the east, with orcs and goblins everywhere. This is a tough country, and it needs everyone who can pick up the blade. She seemed interested in him, just as men and women were always interested in each other, but every time he tried to go further, she flinched. This is the most frustrating. He felt that the more he touched the woman, the less he knew her.

A shadow fell on him, patting his shoulder gently with one hand. Bai En raised his head, his thoughts were disturbed. Warwick stood there, looking at Angelica in the distance meaningfully.

"What's the matter?" Bai En asked.

"My uncle asked me to tell you that our preparations have been completed. We will leave tomorrow morning."

Bai En nodded to express his understanding. Warwick bowed deeply to Angelica and then backed away.

"What happened?" She asked.

Bai En told her about the departure. A dark cloud flew across her face.

"So fast," she said softly, reaching out to touch Bai En's face as if to convince herself that he was still there.

When the sun falls below the horizon. In the darkness, Bai En stood on the courtyard wall, looking at the mountains in the distance. It was still early, and the warm wind blew across the grassland. The two moons have not yet risen. In the distance of the northern mountain peak, a strange flash of light can be seen. The sky shone with gold, silver and blood. This is a strange sight, both charming and terrifying.

The sound of the musician's tuning came from below, and the chefs yelled at each other as they prepared the dinner. Judging from the number of cattle slaughtered and the vodka bottles being produced, Ivan Petronovich Mogorova is preparing to hold a grand farewell ceremony for them.

The slight sound on his left caught Bai En's attention. He realized that he was not alone on the battlement. Guerrerogan also stood there, staring into the distance. He seemed to be preoccupied, and his face wrinkled with a concentrated look.

"That light-is it the aurora?" Bai En finally asked.

"No, human, no." Guerrero said, shaking his head gently. "That's-we call it the light of evil."

"Evil light? From here, it is almost beautiful."

"You may think so now, but if you cross the black blood pass and march in the sky, you will have a different idea."

"Is it really that bad there?"

"Worse than I said. The sand in the desert has a peculiar color. The bones of huge animals reflect the light in the sun. The wells are poisonous. The rivers are not made of water, but other substances such as blood or mucus. It ’s everywhere. These ruins used to be cities of humans, elves, and dwarves. There are countless monsters and enemies, and they are not troubled by fear or reason. "

"The last time you went there, you lost a lot of people."

"Yes"

"So what are our chances?" Bai En wanted to add the word "survival", but he knew that it would be meaningless to ask a person who swears. "Arrive Gunter Grimm?"

Grey Logan was silent for a long time. Singing behind them. The sound of night worms came from the grass outside the manor. It was so quiet here that it was hard for Bean to believe that it was a place on the brink of endless war. Tomorrow they will pass through a wilderness eroded by evil forces and cross a place where they might never return. Standing here in the warm night, Bai En feels that he will live forever.

"To be honest, human beings, I can't tell you. If we go on foot, there is no chance anyway, I'm sure of this. But with this airship by Mackason, we may be able to succeed."

He shook his head regretfully. "I don't know the answer. It depends on how accurate Boreck's map is, how effective the spell of Eisenheim-Schneider is, whether the engine is malfunctioning, or if we run out of fuel, food, or dark storms—"

"Dark Storm?"

"That terrible storm is full of dark forces of evil forces. They can make stones flow like water, turning people into beasts or aberrations."

"Why do you want to go back?" Bai En turned and leaned on the battlement so that he could see the courtyard behind the battlement.

"Because we may find Guntergrim, human. If we do, our name will be immortal. If we fail, it will be a great death."

After that, Bai En asked nothing more. He looked into the courtyard and saw that Angelica was wearing a sparkly long dress. He didn't want to believe that he might die.

Bai En walked towards the yard. He heard the sound of drinking and dancing behind him. The bagpiper plays the flute on instruments similar to small bagpipes; other players beat their wooden drums rhythmically. The scent of roasted meat filled his nostrils, fighting against the pungent smell of vodka. When the soldiers encouraged the two wrestlers to attack, there were shouts and encouragements from outside.

Bai En is not hungry at all, sober as cold as a stone, because he has decided that even if this is his last night in the world, he can no longer drink alcohol. He was looking for Angelica, but she disappeared earlier, and two women who looked like country girls disappeared with her. They were either her maid or her friend. He didn't know which one.

All of this is a bit disappointing. He was here, wearing freshly washed and mended clothes, combed his hair, and washed his body—he could n’t even find her to steal a kiss. He felt very unhappy, painful, and confused. Did n’t the girl care about him leaving tomorrow? Did she even talk to him? He had no mood to appreciate the joyous atmosphere behind him. He intends to return to his room to get sulky. He smiled bitterly as he walked, because he knew he was too childish and did not want to do anything.

He wondered why he suddenly became so ... sensitive. Is it just because of a woman? He was n’t sure, Angelica attracted him in too many ways, but there seemed to be another feeling that he could n’t say. He stopped at the half-open door. His room was dark, and there was a slight sound from inside. Bai En reached for his sword, wondering if it was a robber or a follower of evil forces. Maybe they slipped in under the cover of carnival outside while taking advantage of the night.

"Bai En, is it you?" Asked a voice who he heard.

"Yes." His voice suddenly became rough, just like he finally squeezed out of his mouth. A light flashed, and then it was lit. Bai En can see a bare arm sticking out from under the sheet.

"I thought you would never show up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Angelica said that she lifted the corner of the sheet to reveal her long thighs. Bai En swallowed and rushed to her immediately. His scent filled his nasal cavity. Their lips touched during a long kiss, and this time she didn't break free.

The dawn of dawn and the roar of the rooster awakened Bai En. He opened his eyes and saw Angelica lying beside him, leaning on one elbow and looking at his face. When she saw him awake, she smiled sadly. He raised his hand, stroking her cheek with his hand and touching her soft skin with his fingers.

She grabbed his hand, turned it over and kissed his palm. He smiled and reached out. He pulled her to his side, feeling the warmth of her body, holding her happily and happily, feeling her heart beating on his chest. He laughed with joy, but she shivered and turned around, as if crying.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You are leaving soon," she said.

"I will come back," he blurted out foolishly.

"No, you won't. No one can return from the wasteland. Keep it normal. Not affected by evil forces."

Only then did he understand why they were so urgent the night before. This is a gift from a woman to a soldier she thought she would never see again. He wondered if such things happened frequently here. His happiness disappeared, but he still held her and stroked her hair.

A heavy knock on the door sounded.

"We should go, humans." There was a voice of Grerogan outside the door, which sounded like the voice of the end.