The Legend of Fatality

"I believe he is fine," Bai En said. He tried to comfort others with his tone. "He is a strong man and he has more than 500 cavalrymen. As long as someone can survive, he will survive."

"I know. But I have also heard what the scouts said about the size of this evil army. They compared it to a locust disaster. For four centuries, no such thing has appeared in that wasteland Power. This time it may be stronger than the one that devout Marnus and Chazan Alexander faced. "

"This will only make it easier to avoid."

"You don't know my father, Bai En. He is not a person who evades fighting. He might have done something stupid." She looked around, her lips closed. He sat in the chair closest to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her to his knees.

"I believe he won't. Have a drink. This may help calm your nerves."

She gave him an angry look. "After we came here, you drank too much."

This is an old saying. She always mentions this matter. Compared to most people who travel with them, he hardly drinks. Of course, most of them are dwarves, so this may not mean anything.

"Well, I didn't drink today," Bai En argued. "I fought the enemies outside the gargoyle gate."

She looked at him sideways. "I saw the injured people taken from there to the Yodala Temple for healing. They said that a thousand believers of evil spirits had launched the attack."

"It's almost thirty. Some pioneers. The big troops haven't come yet." Bai En raised his hand and motioned for a barmaid to come over. The woman walked over, no one greeted her, she put two mugs of beer on the table, and walked away.

Bai En took the glass and took a sip. Compared with the wine he used to drink, it tasted sour. Snowry called it goat urine. Bai En suspected that what he knew was enough to make him think that this title could be said to be accurate. Especially when Snowry is willing to drink any wine.

Angelica held up another double of beer and looked up and started drinking. He will never get used to it. The ladies of Kaslov are as drunk as their men. Especially when they start drinking.

"You are at the gate" asked a man at the next table.

"Yes," Bai En replied.

"They said that you can see the army of evil forces from the city gate. They said it was more than 10,000. Maybe 20,000." The man was drunk and started to wander.

"It's okay," said another dark man, his beard drooping, like a Mrs. Casler's Lancer. "They will break through the walls of Prague as they did 400 years ago!"

This caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding tables. This is a conversation people like to hear in the tavern on the eve of the battle. Bai En has seen too many real wars, so he does n’t think it will be like the books and poems he read when he was a kid.

On the other hand, these people seem to have the same ideas as him, but they still speak like a story. Maybe they are just bragging. Maybe they just want to cheer them up. If they saw what Bai En saw when he flew back from the wasteland, they would not be so happy at the moment. He tried to push those frustrating thoughts aside.

More importantly, these people seem to have never really understood the history of 400 years ago, especially the reason why Prague has been a ghost town. These people seem to think that when the devout Marnus and Sazan Alexander came to Prague, they were still facing the enemy troops under siege at the outer wall. Rather than having broken through the two outer walls, the dark army is besieging the castle.

"I don't know," said a skinny man with a face like a weasel standing at the door. "My caravan just arrived, and we met some horned orcs and dark riders on our way here. They were tough. Even if they had some change due to evil forces, then they just became more brutal. .. I have never seen anything more fierce than those of the orcs. "

Bai En tends to believe this. Angelica glanced at him and told him she was too, but the soldiers in the tavern didn't want to believe at all.

"Look at what the evil **** admirer said," a big fat man asked, throwing a chicken leg heavily on the table. "That group of long-horned beasts and dark warriors are dying as fast as other creatures-if you cram two feet of high-quality Marnus Empire steel into their bodies!"

These words received thunderous approval. More laughter. More people are beginning to brag about how many enemies will die in the days to come. More people started talking about how they became heroes in the siege of Prague.

Bai En looked around again. He can see that many people disagree with these views. Many people are worried, and they are the kind of people who seem to know what to worry about.

They were expressionless, dressed in worn armor, armed with weapons, and seemed to know how to use ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Brian knew that the bragging he heard was stupid, but he didn't want to refute it. He didn't want to be the one who depressed all these people.

The man with the weasel face obviously changed his mind. In a city that is about to be surrounded by dark forces, a wise man should not let himself be suspected of being an admirer of evil spirits.

"Yeah, you are right," the man said with an excited expression. "When I and my boys stuffed steel into their bodies, they died quickly."

Despite this, he could not make his voice full of enthusiasm. Bai En looked at him sympathetically. Obviously, this man had faced the horned orcs before and knew what he was talking about. It's just that no one wants to listen. From the way Angelica shook her head, he could see that she agreed with what the man with a weasel face said.

"The soft southerners have no idea what they are talking about," she muttered. "A bobcat will eat the fat pig, just like he eats the chicken."

Bai En smiled bitterly. For him, Mrs. Kasler is hardworking, or synonymous with tenacity, they live in a dangerous place full of war. He never thought they would despise each other.

Of course, Angelica grew up on the prairie in the north of Kaslov, where is the border between human territory and the territory of the forces of evil gods. If someone in this room really knows about the army of evil gods or the dark warriors, it is her. She rose steadily from his knee. "I'm going upstairs. Go back to our room."

Her tone made it clear that he should follow her. In this case, if you have to choose between doing so and staying downstairs to listen to the chatter about the war, this seems an easy choice.