The Legend of Fatality

"The tribe belonging to the evil gods is here again," said the dwarf king Tanglim. "Blow the horn of war. We gather to fight."

The king stood up from the throne and raised his warhammer. At that moment, Bai En could see a halo like lightning flashing around the weapon's head. The air is full of the smell of ozone.

The king's guards cheered, but Bai En felt a deep uneasiness hidden behind their courage.

‘Feng Soul’ shuddered in the scabbard, as if he was about to jump out of his own way. Bai En pulled out the sword and found that the blade of this mixed-breed sword also had flashing electric light. It's like competing with the dwarf king's weapons.

"It's very good," Guerrerogan said beside Bai En.

This is very bad, Bai En thought, considering that the coming army of evil gods was led by a demon whose power could not be described. He didn't know how he thought things were bad when he got up this morning. At that time the only thing he was worried about was a hangover. Now he has worse things to worry about.

The king, accompanied by his priests, strode down the steps and into the hall. His guards followed him. In the hall outside the well, the dwarves were rushing together. The soldiers rushed out of each entrance. Some people wear shields and weapons.

Others had half breastplates tied to their chests, and they hurriedly fastened the fasteners. Under Bane's gaze, he saw an old warrior tuck the helmet on his head, spit on the ground, and practiced a few times with an axe. When he saw Bai En looking at him, he gave him a thumbs up.

Bai En used the afterglow of his eyes to see Hagrim calling his tunnel fighters. They also wore heavy dwarf armor. The era of stealth seems to be over, and now they need the strongest protection. Bai En did not blame them. When he remembered the large number of dark **** warriors he saw when approaching Guntergrim's final battle, when he thought of the fatal threat of the legendary thirsty blood killing lord, his own chain shirt suddenly seemed inappropriate. Too.

In addition to fighting, what else can he do? He inserted the "Feng Soul" back into Dao's scabbard, and it made a complaining wind blowing. Bai En frowned, but he didn't pay attention to this, but a big Walk to the place where Hagrim stood.

"How did they find us?" He shouted loudly, so that his voice could be heard in the noise of the dwarves preparing for battle.

"I don't know. Maybe they found the place where we killed the hounds. Maybe his associates found our smell. What does it matter? This is a prophecy. The last day is here."

"Try not to be as optimistic as possible." Bain quipped, looking around to see where Grey Rogan, Snowry and Warwick were. He could see two oath-takers standing near the king. Warwick is gone. Bai En didn't know where he went. He realized that no matter what happened in this battle, his position should be next to his companion. Besides, he knew he had no chance to find his way out of these halls. And anyone else can do this blindfolded.

On the other hand, he may be too optimistic, thinking he has a chance to escape. As long as the bloodthirsty killing lord is present, Snowy and Guerrerogan will not leave, but he doubts that even these two powerful warriors can defeat such a powerful demon. As for himself, his spells are almost useless for demons. Of course, purely theoretically, the devil's magic has no advantage over his spells. It's just that the devil doesn't need magic to solve him.

"Good luck!" He shouted to Hagrim, then ran to where Grerogan stood.

"May Greni, Glennell and Veolia guard you, Bane."

At this time the sound of battle came from the passage: the sound of horns, the collision of weapons and the roar of something terrifying echoed in the corridor. The dwarves had completed their deployment, and their fronts were arranged opposite the well-side hall. There are definitely more dwarves here than there are people defending the collapsed town of Heita, but this is not a reassuring idea. Compared to the number of attackers they can call, they are pitifully small.

Bai En took all the potions and casting materials from his clothes pocket and backpack, thinking about what spells would be more beneficial to him in this situation. Thinking about it, it seems that the best way to protect yourself is the only answer.

So he first drew a complex circular magic circle on the ground with a painted circle pen, and then applied a pentagram magic circle in the middle with another pen with mitral silver material. Finally, the finger was scratched, and a small triangle magic circle was drawn again with blood mixed casting materials in the center of the magic circle.

Then he began to recite spells while drawing runes and spells one by one in the circle. He could feel that the magic in his body was quickly lost and injected into the circle. As the spell progressed, the magic circle began to emit a slight magical light. The outermost circle was light yellow, the middle was shiny silver-white, and the innermost circle was blood red. Eventually, when Bai En completed the spell, the three colors were mixed together, and the light from the circle became a strange fuchsia.

Bai En frowned and looked at the color emitted by the magic circle, which was completely different from what he expected. He thought it should be a mixed color of red and silver. He could not determine whether the spellcasting failed, and he could only use magic to find out, but he found that the magic circle operated very smoothly.

Bai En shook his head helplessly, he had no time, magic and materials to draw another such magic circle.

As Bane was preparing to take the next step, he looked up to see where King Tanglim was standing. The dwarf king had a shield in his hand, surrounded by four guards who also held the shield. "They have broken through the gates," the king said. "Our sentry will delay them for some time."

Looking towards Tangerim in the distance, Bane saw women and those who were old and wounded and unable to participate in the battle are disappearing from an entrance that he had never seen before. When the last person entered, the door was sealed behind them, and it was cleverly sealed, leaving no trace of the concealed exit.

"They took our treasure to the vault and waited for the final battle to end." Tanglim continued. "If we win, they will be free. Otherwise, they will die."

"What does he mean?" Bai En asked subconsciously.

"The vault can only be opened from the outside," Grerogan, who was standing next to Bane, replied.

Bai En suddenly rejoiced that he didn't try to escape from those doors. He thinks the worst thing is to curl up in a dark basement, waiting to be suffocated or starved to death, while fierce fighting outside. At least here, he can control his own destiny, and when death comes, he will die soon. He hopes so.

He can now see Warwick back. The young dwarf tied Mackason's gun to his chest, carrying a bag full of bombs. He ran to this side with a firm will never seen by Bai En, and stopped beside Bai En.

"Help me get it for a while." Warwick said to Bane and handed him the gun. Bane took his gun and was surprised by its weight and how easy Warwick handled it. Warwick took out his book and pen, and began to write some notes on the pages. Seeing Bai En's surprised expression, he said: "This is only the final explanation. Just in case someone encounters this situation in the future. Well, we can only expect this to happen, right?"

Bai En smiled reluctantly, but trembling. "I think so."

In the distance ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the noise reached its peak, followed by the beast-like roar of victory. Bai En speculates that the situation of the Dwarf Sentry is not very good.

Tanglim began to yell among the dwarves. Bai En couldn't understand a word, but the dwarves seemed to like it. They cheered him warmly, even Grey Logan and Snowry. Then the dwarves began to sing, only Warwick did not join the loud chorus because he was too busy writing.

Bai En stared intently at the door, knowing that their enemies would come in from there. He knew that hundreds of dwarves with crossbows were doing the same thing. But this does not reassure him. He has a sense of oppression approaching the end. Fear grabbed his heart. His soul was overshadowed. He knew that something terrible was approaching.

"I bet that Snowry killed more enemies than you, Gray Logan." Snowry said suddenly.

Grey Logan snorted mockingly. "This human will kill more enemies than you."

"Do you want to bet, Brian?" Snowry asked, turning his head.

Bai En shook his head. His mouth was too dry to react. Fear has begun to take root in his mind, and a paralyzing fear shakes his sober foundation, making him want to find a dark corner to hide and weep. Part of his thoughts told him that this was abnormal, he should not feel this fear, but he still struggled to fight it. Something in the terrible roar turned his blood into water.

"Snowry is not worried," Snowry said, then whispered. "Not very worried."

Bai En also grinned, he knew he must look very unnatural. He felt that the skin on his face was too tight, as if all his hair had been erected, forming a hair crown. He thought that his face was probably as pale as the dead.