The Legend of Fatality

"Who are you?" When Bai En entered the ruined town, a mad woman asked. She stood outside the ruins of a small hotel. Like all buildings in the town, it was built of stone.

But now it only shows the destruction ability of the dragon. Its walls were charred and blackened by the soot from the burning of wood. In some places, even the stones have melted and flowed. This is the testimony of the high temperature of the dragon's breath.

Bai En looked at her. Her face was dirty and her clothes smelled bad. She is wearing ragged clothes. A darkened scarf covered her shaggy hair. There were more rags wrapped around her feet. Huge claw nails emerged from the cloth wrapped around her left foot. From her eyes, Bai En can see that she and the reason have long parted ways.

The dwarves looked at her cautiously. A few minutes ago, Grey Rogan warned them that they were being monitored, and now they are all ready for weapons. Unless she is some kind of witch, it is difficult to see what threat she would pose to such a heavily armed adventure team. Bane glanced at Eisenheim-Schneider. The magician looked at the woman and shook his head, as if speculating on his mind.

"We are travelers passing by," Bai En said. "who are you"

"I used to have a name. I used to have a man. I still have children. This is my home." The old woman pointed to the burnt facade of the inn with a crazy gesture. "It's all gone. Now I'm just waiting. Since you travel here, then you will travel to face death."

"what do you mean"

"Death lives on your way to travel. He lives in a cave in the mountains. Death came here and devoured my family, friends and children. Death will come again for me soon."

Bai En has an uncomfortable sympathy for the old woman. She watched her life be ruined by the dragon and fell into madness. This is another victim of the dragon, like poor Warwick.

"The dragon killed your loved one," Bai En said at last.

"Death is a dragon. Dragon is death." She said, making a sharp giggle. "Here, death has many servants and admirers. You will know it soon. Just like everyone else."

"Others" asked Bai En.

In fact, this old woman should regard the dragon as the **** of death after she went crazy. What worries Bai En more is the servants and admirers she mentioned. The worship of dragons has been very popular from ancient times to the present. It is said that during the early period of the human era, the dragon worship has ruled a large area.

Later, with the gradual disappearance of the dragon, the dragon worship seems to fall apart because of the collapse of faith, but there are still small-scale worship activities of dragon worshippers around the world.

"The other dwarfs were holding big axes and had their hair cut badly. The warriors rode on war horses and armed with spears. The thugs came to find the treasure of death. Now all the bones are scattered on the way to the cave of death."

Bai En knew she was referring to the few dwarf oath takers before them. He was curious about the knights and this mercenary who apparently came to find the treasure of the dragon. It seems that Carandil has destroyed them all.

"Tell me about these mercenaries." Bai En said. "Who are they"

"They are here to find gold for death. They have swords, shields and axes. They have huge destruction machines and wizards who can cast magic. They climb the mountain of death.

Death took them away. Death devoured their flesh and blood and spit out their bones. He let some of them escape and then used his leather wings to hunt them down and hunt them. Death listened to their screams, and the shadow of his powerful wings fell on them. In the end, death took them all away, but only before he made them suffer. "

"The dragon is playing with them," Eisenheim-Schneider said anxiously.

"Death is not merciful," the old woman continued. "Death will come to each of us. Some people keep them alive so they can worship him. Some people are punished for not obeying his will. Death is a terrible, angry god. Strangers, you are the most It ’s better to go back, when you can go back. "

"Are you saying that some surviving residents worship the dragon, then you?"

"Some people still live here. They killed the newcomers and offered them as sacrifices. I said they were fools. What's the use of their sacrifices? Death can take everything he wants, there are always One day he will take their lives. "

Great, Bai En thinks. We not only have to worry about dragons, orcs and bandits, but also some crazy survivors who worship this beast as a god.

"Thank you for your words. Do you need anything?" Bai En asked. "Food Money"

The mad woman shook her head, turned and limped into the ruins. Bai En thinks he should do something. Maybe calling her back or giving her protection, then he realized how ridiculous the idea was. They may not be able to protect themselves, and for her, the safest way is to stay away from them.

"Let her go," Eisenheim-Schneider said.

Bai En watched her out of sight. Part of his heart thinks that if he does the same, it might be safer.

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The road meanders along the shore of the lake. The water is calm and wavesless, like a mirror reflecting the surrounding mountains. Occasionally, the wind set off some waves, blowing them onto the lake beach.

Except for the wind and the crunching of the Mackason wheel, this is the only sound Baien can hear. The surrounding scenery is desolate. There are many signs of human habitation here-hut, farmhouse, shepherd's hut-but all of these seem abandoned or destroyed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Bane tried to imagine what would happen when this valley was inhabited Look. Sheep must have eaten grass in these mountains. The lumberjack must have worked among the firs. Lovers must walk hand in hand along the lake. There is no doubt that fishing boats dragged fishing nets in the lake.

Bai En saw the stone towers in this town that once supported the burned pier. He saw the blackened hull overturned in the water, burnt down by the raid of the dragon, and the hull was dug out of the hole by the dragon claws.

It's cold now. He wrapped his black wool cloak tightly around him to disperse the cold. Bigioni suddenly sang a vulgar ballad about a giant and a daughter of a hotel owner. His low voice broke the terrible silence.

Bane knew that Bjorney sang to relieve their gloomy mood, but even so, he hoped Bjorney would not do it. To some extent, it seems unwise to challenge this contemplative silence to attract their attention in any way.

Doing so may cause destruction to come to them, just as it once fell to the inhabitants of the valley.

Maybe, Bai En thought, maybe this is what Bjorney wanted. After all, he is an oath-blower, and the heroic death is his publicly declared goal.

It seemed to be responding to Bjorni's singing, and a deep, animalistic, aggressive roar came from afar. It echoed through the mountains like thunder. The sound was so unnaturally loud and terrible that Bjorney stopped talking as soon as he heard it.

Bai En stared at the horizon, convinced that the evil dragon would appear in front of them soon. His hand stretched toward the hilt, and he felt a tingling of warmth. He looked around, except for the echo of the dragon roar, there was no sign of the dragon appearing.