The Legend of Fatality

In a quiet, narrow alley, the three people who had just participated in a short gathering were here for a small meeting of their own.

"Damn, Murphyrat was crazy, and the cook on the ship could not provide any news." Also wearing the hooded cape, one of the three showed white hands, the man said. "The chef named Sasson said that it was a magic ship, and Murphyll believed it."

"He also said that there are at least three mage towers on that island." Another man who pointedly bearded from under the hood said disdainfully. "Such a powerful mage should also secretly recruit people? I am afraid it is not to be used as experimental materials."

"Maybe it's just that he didn't know it, maybe it's just that their mage likes to live in the tower. The ghost knows. I went to the pier to see it, and it doesn't feel like a powerful mage, although there is a lot of magic props on my body." The taller man said. "I'm worried that some people can't help but want to try it."

"That kind of idiot will let them die," Sharp Beard raised the volume unconsciously. "We are not babysitters, I just want to learn knowledge here, and leave here to go to the south afterwards. Both complain about the **** witch hunter."

"I heard that the South is being attacked by orcs." Said the person with white hands. "A lot of people have fled here, maybe we should hire a boat and take us to an island without people."

"Many people think so, so Murphyrat is very anxious, if the Fatalin Association really has an island." The tall man hesitated a little. "Maybe he will organize people to grab the boat, and then grab the island afterwards."

"Haha, that's not bad, don't you say that the masters are not strong?" Sharp beard asked with a smile.

"Yes, but they have three masters, maybe they are all real masters, and here, many of us are even apprentices." Gao An man said embarrassedly. "The most important thing is that most people's time is not spent on learning knowledge and studying magic, but on escape."

"But according to the chef's words, they will only stay here for a month, don't they?" Said the white hands.

"Yes, so this time Murphyra asked how many people can fight." The tall man replied.

"Anyway, we have so many people, can't we still deal with three people?" Sharp beard raised the volume again.

"Hush, be quiet. Wait ..." said the tall man. "someone is coming."

The three of them turned to find the other end of the alley. A man in a cloak and a wool hood on his head grabbed another young man and entered the alley. The three saw the tall man throwing the young man against the wall with one hand, and then exposed his obviously naked head.

"Leave here, don't cause trouble." The tall man said to the person with white hands. "We cannot participate in this trouble."

The three men wrapped their cloaks tightly, pulled the hood, and left quickly along the other side of the alley.

Menzanes jumped off the channel and stood up staggeringly. His eyes swept across the narrow channel. On both sides of the channel were hanging lamps made of horns. The oil in the horns sprayed light gray smoke into the air.

He followed the passage with heavy steps and walked towards the ruins, which made his limbs a little stiff due to the night flexible. His fingers pressed gently against the wall, feeling the feel of the tunnel wall left at his fingertips.

The top of the ridge outside the tunnel can better observe the surroundings. Far away in the south lies the city of Realmas, glaring at the darkness. The ground in the north is broken and undulating, dotted with branches of the forest. The mist was still shrouded in the corner of the valley, milky white like milk, tossing and moving. The sky is covered by clouds.

He once stood there alone, desperate in his heart. Not knowing where to go, everything he knew, his entire life and working world, were destroyed. When the sacrifice was with him, this despair had alleviated.

Now, his fear came out of his throat again, it was a suffocating fear, afraid to live alone in such a terrifying world again.

He felt his heart beating faster, and he grabbed his hilt hanging from his waist.

"Sacrifice Lord." He didn't notice his movements, and said after recognizing the person in front of him.

The priest did not speak, turned and walked along the passage, and Menzanes followed him not far behind. The wall lamps on both sides passed by the two figures, and the sacrifice moved quickly and confidently. They had walked for hundreds of yards, and the sacrifice went very fast. Menzanes followed silently. Obviously, the sacrifice had no time to control him. Just like everyone else-all the people who carry the holy symbol of the night lady, obviously they don't care about the people who serve the night lady.

Menzanes felt loneliness again, but he summoned up the courage to dispel the loneliness, and silently said in his heart: Ms. Night tells us that loneliness in the night is only a test, and only after passing the test can serve the lady.

Eventually, they got out of the tunnel, mostly surrounded by rocks, and in the distance it could barely be seen as the ruins of a temple. The sacrifice goes through the decaying stone houses and the decaying wooden frames of the old-fashioned wooden buildings.

These places have the same fate as Menzanes, they have been abandoned for hundreds of years. When he found out that he had become alone, Menzanes realized how poor his knowledge of the world outside the night church was. Even if there are other towns within walking distance, he doesn't know which way to find them, or what their names are.

The priest soon climbed a **** and sat on it afterwards. Menzanes followed, and handed the sachets with food and wine.

"Tell me." Coutinho said after taking out a piece of bread.

"I asked you to send the letter to the dock." Menzanes said. "I did it carefully, and no one could find the source."

"Continue." Coutinho nodded.

"I saw that the mage received the letter at the wharf after he finished it. He opened the letter directly at the wharf, and another mage also saw the contents of the letter. After a few words, the mage in black robe tore the letter."

"Tear it?" Coutinho asked. "After reading, did you tear up after a few words?"

"Yes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sacrificial Lord. The black-robed mage shouted after shouting which **** was joking with himself. If he found him, he must have peeled him."

Menzanes saw Coutinho thinking, and whispered his opinion.

"I think they can at least read the letter, otherwise the average person should leave the letter and find someone to translate it."

"Not enough." Coutinho said slowly. "The evidence is not enough. We can't expose it until Ms. Black Night's glory shines here again. Just keep monitoring. Just be careful."

"Follow the orders, sacrifice adults." Menzanes replied.

"How are you there?" Coutinho asked.

"Very good, the other party trusts me very much." Menzanes definitely said.

"Well, don't you come in the future, if there is something I will let Canales go to the appointed place to make a mark." Coutinho's sacrifice thought for a while and arranged. "The spread of the beliefs of ladies can't stop. I have found a few reliable people, most of whom are women who stayed to be tested."

"I will try to preach, but you don't want to participate and don't take action. You just have to wait for the lady's faith to come to this land again." Coutinho ordered. Then hesitated again. "Well ... this is the way to contact the person I arranged in the" Bee Sting "mercenary group. You remember, if I return to the arms of the lady, you will inform him to continue hiding. Remember, no matter what happened to you, you Do n’t even get involved. "

After seeing the opposite door Sanes nodded and agreed to come down, the sacrifice waved him away. After Menzanes left, Coutinho took out the gold coin with the black tower on the front. He stroked the black tower with his thin fingers, and said silently in his mouth: Fatalin Association.