The Legend of Fatality

John Gates cursed in his heart. The gods spit at him again. When he noticed the carriage, he hoped to find a small caravan here, possibly with several bodyguards.

He did not expect that there would be a group of dwarf oath takers and this group of heavily armed humans. And was particularly annoyed by the appearance of the Marnus Empire magician. He originally wanted to sneak out and send a signal to let Henrik Richter and his friends get off the mountain. But now this kind of thing becomes meaningless. The magician stared at him too tightly, and the dwarves were suspicious.

He thought to himself that this was expected. Recently, Henrik Richter's gang had bad luck. Since the evil dragon came, the orcs also started to move along the road, and things have not really gone smoothly.

There have been abundant prey on this road, at least for a small group of former mercenaries and murderers. Because there are more people to feed, the situation is not so good. John cursed that they had to receive human refugees from the destroyed village, but there was no other way. They need extra swords to protect their castle while defending against orcs.

However, he thought he should thank Marnus for his kindness. At least none of the travelers suspected that he disguised himself as a wandering minstrel, even though the cold-eyed Bane seemed suspicious of the matter.

But he can also see that solving these people is not an easy task. This is not a simple thing to give an unsuspecting sentry a glass of medicine, cut his throat, and then call the boys with a lantern.

These warriors are tough guys, and he doesn't want to play tricks under the watch of the magician. Anyway, he always heard that the dwarf could smell the poison, and his own experience confirmed this.

He was convinced that although the group might be strong and confident in themselves, Henrik Richter and his robbers could still defeat them. If Henrik Richter concentrated all his troops in one place, they could at least do this.

They may even use Henrik Richter's fifty or so individuals who are hiding at the foot of the mountain to do this. ‘Maybe’ is the most critical word. This group of guys looks tough, and even if Henrik Richter and his boys can beat them, they are likely to bring a number of robbers who make Henrik Richter unacceptable to hell. In general, it is best not to provoke them.

He could see that Henrik Richter, on the other hand, had other possibilities. Maybe he could provide an alliance against the orcs for this group of oath-takers. He knew that the dwarves hated the orcs more than he did.

But it may not work, he thought. They are dragon slayers and are on their way to fight against the dragon. John Gates is familiar with the life style of dwarves. He knows that if you dare to stand between a group of dwarfs and a pile of gold, you will definitely leave a boot print on your chest.

Perhaps it was then that he suddenly had this idea. This is a well-equipped adventure team. Maybe the oathbreakers can kill the dragon. Maybe not. But there is always a possibility, or they can wound it so badly that it may be slaughtered by a group of humans. If that's the case ...

Carlandier has a lot of treasures, that's for sure. The dragon is always like this. In this case, the way to profit from it may be to follow these lunatics and see what happens.

Even if they win, they are likely to be weakened in the battle against the dragon so that Henrik Richter and his men are enough to defeat them.

If they lose, maybe they will weaken the dragon. This is an idea he will propose to Henrik Richter tomorrow. He believed that his cousin would immediately understand its meaning.

When he thought of the dragon's treasure, he licked his lips. He can be sure that the money he has allocated is enough to buy him a small hotel in Heidelberg, allowing him to put aside his career as a dangerous robber. Maybe things are getting better, he said to himself, and then entered the dream of the Golden Mountain.

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Bai En looked down at the entrance to Dragon Valley. Ever since they left the wasteland eroded by evil forces, they have not seen such a terrible sight.

There is a pile of burnt ruins beside a small lake, these ruins used to be a town. All the houses, lookout towers and farms that once surrounded the town were similarly damaged.

The fields were overgrown with white dangling bones, reflecting the light in the long grass. In a way, this is worse than that evil wasteland, because it is clear that the land below was once prosperous, but now it is desolate and desolate.

At the other end of the valley, stood a huge and barren peak, standing on the **** of the foothills. This mountain has a particularly terrible thing. It has a sense of being, a sense of threat. Just look at its gray side, you can see what terrible things are lurking inside.

Bai En tried to tell himself that this was just his imagination. Because he knew that they were near the dragon's den, the imagination in his brain kept working, creating a dark, gloomy and ruinous atmosphere.

Even if he tried to reassure himself, he knew he was right. There is something terrible in this place. There are no birds singing. The wind blowing down the valley is desolate. The dark clouds suffocated. At any time, Bai En worried that he would look up and see a huge winged thing fall on them.

This is a long march. It has been almost three days since they met John Gates, during which time he became increasingly suspicious of the so-called bard. On several occasions, Angelica thought she saw someone watching them on the hill.

Several times, he saw the orcs moving on a hill parallel to them. As they marched in the mountains, at least two factions seemed to be watching them.

At least these observers showed enough vigilance. They hid away from the bow and arrow, and as soon as the oathbreakers showed signs of chasing, they disappeared. When they reached the place where the orcs had been, the orcs had disappeared. It seems that the fate of the attackers before them has taught all potential ambushers a lesson.

If not, that is what they are waiting for. Bai En can't guess what. Maybe now they have entered the Dragon Valley, so they will be left alone. Maybe the orcs are just waiting for the dragon to kill the intruder, and then they will come down from the mountain to plunder the body. If the dragon can leave anything worthy of plunder.

Bai En did not have much hope for the result of this expedition. He easily convinced himself that each of them would die in this place.

He raised his chest and tried to smile, hoping this would change his mood. If the ending is like this, he tells himself that at least Grerogan will realize his long-term dream. He glanced at Angelica, and any pleasant thoughts immediately vanished.

They hardly spoke on their way to here. In fact, she said more to Eisenheim-Schneider than to White. Obviously, she deliberately avoided him.

In a way, he did not blame her. What is the future of them now? They are likely to die in the next few days. Even if they miraculously survived the battle with the dragon, they will soon have to face the evil army that rampaged in Kaslov.

He didn't even know how he felt about her. The way she treated him hurt him, he was only ridiculous and exaggeratedly sensitive to her behavior. During the trip, sometimes he was more concerned about the way she avoided looking at him, or the way she talked to Eisenheim-Schneider than the possibility that he might soon be killed by the dragon.

At least Eisenheim-Schneider looked very happy. He laughed and joked with Angelica. Bai En saw that she also smiled at him. He was jealous and guilty, and he could do nothing about it.

Even Oleg and Standa did not want to glance at him. He was convinced that this was not for him personally, they just stood beside Angelica ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ this is their duty. Even if they are willing, they cannot stand on his side. Bai En cursed himself. Even by the standards of the arduous journey he endured during the adventure with Grerogan, it was a painful journey.

"There is a dragon near here!" Wu Li also shouted. "I can smell him."

The other dwarves looked at the young man with an expression of contempt, entertainment and anger.

"Can your sensitive nose tell you how long we can touch it," Guerrero asked sarcastically.

Wuli fell silent.

"I think we can get to Longshan in a day," Bijoni said. "We will see it by then"

"I don't know how many treasures there are," Steiger interjected with excitement.

Bai En looked at him anxiously. He could see the dwarf's eyes gleaming extremely enthusiastically for gold. This is not a reassuring sight. This kind of gold rush that humans consider to be a disease has caused the dwarf to do many disgraceful things under its influence. It seems that he recognized it alone.

"You don't need to worry about how you take the dragon's gold," Makassen said. "You just have to think about the big beast all the time."

Dular stared at Steiger. Steiger looked at his feet. He seemed a little awkward.

"There's something else below," Guerrerogan said. "I can smell it. That's not a dragon."

Bane had more confidence in Grerogan's nose than Wuli's nose. "What's here?" He asked next to Grerogan.

"I don't know." Grerogan said seriously. "But whatever it is, I can bet with you that it will not be friendly."

"That means there is a surprise here," Bai En muttered.