The Legend of Fatality

The Prophet Tangul glared in the room. He was irritated. How dare the idiots of the Founders' Clan accuse him of instigating this absurd rebellion? If they cannot make their slaves obedient, it is not his fault. He looked around the book for his prison room, and looked at the strange living furniture, which was the symbol of the clan that imprisoned him.

When he curled up in the chair, the fur-covered chair would automatically take shape according to his body shape, and the guy who swelled like a balloon would spout a pot of strawberry wine. The carpet squirmed like a living thing under his paws, and when he clapped his hands, the window like a translucent film opened. most of the time. The caster clan seems to think he will not try to escape.

Run away! This suggestion annoys him. He is a Rat-Man Prophet, one of the devil-lord electors, second only to the Modu Committee itself in power and influence. He doesn't need to run away.

He can come and go as he pleases, without explaining anything to the lower level. He flicked his tail, sniffed his nose, and rubbed the curly horns that protruded from his head again. In any case, this is only theoretical. The Forge Clan seems to disagree.

All this is the fault of Luck-Snake Tongue. Tangul knew this. He is behind the scenes. When I last met, the fat monster named Isaac-Glot had already hinted enough.

In any case, Tangul, who possessed the devilish deceit, would never believe in Isaac-Grott ’s words-his former servant escaped from captivity, and encouraged the rat-slave uprising of the caster clan to rebel against their master .

Obviously, Luck claimed that during his stay in the waste soil eroded by evil forces, the mutation that broke out from his twisted form was some kind of blessing from the devil, he was a man destined to lead the rat A prophet whose race gained greater glory.

Tangul didn't know what made him angry: was it his own thought of being imprisoned, or the fact that his useless servant claimed authority even greater than the authority of a real rat-like prophet.

For some reason, he was not surprised at all about this matter. Even Luck was able to find enough stupid people in a group of fools in the caster clan, stupid enough to believe such obvious lies. And the leader of this clan is stupid enough to put the Prophet Tangul in prison, and it undoubtedly proves that they are stupid enough to believe everything.

The door opened, and a low giggle indicated the arrival of Isaac-Glot. Tangul looked coldly at his old subordinates and opponents in the fiasco of Heidelberg. There has never been any favor between them, and the founder clan ’s imprisonment of Tangul is of little help in improving this situation.

The fat man sent by this founder clan to deal with Tangul, licked his nose with a long pink tongue, and then stuffed a small creature into his mouth. The animal screamed when it died. And Isaac-Glott made a loud hiccup.

The blood stained his fangs. Even for a ruthless ratman like Tangul, this is a disturbing sight. He felt that he had never seen a fat rat like Isaac-Glott, nor a sleek rattan like him.

"Are you going to admit that you participated in this evil conspiracy?" Isaac-Glott asked after licking his fangs.

Tangul stared at him. He had thought about mobilizing magic power, and then fried the fat man in front of him to pieces, but he dispelled the idea. He needs to hoard his magic like a hobbit hoarding magic stone coins. He didn't know when he needed to use it to escape.

If the strange magic stone ball given to him by the two wizards of Sasolion did not mysteriously disappear before the rebellion began, he would have enough magic energy to escape.

Tangul repeatedly doubted whether there was a connection between these two things, but he thought it might mean that he was defeated by the wisdom of two human beings, which was obviously impossible, so he dispelled this ridiculous idea .

"I told you that I know nothing about any conspiracy." Tangul retorted angrily.

Isaac-Glott stepped forward swayingly, sitting on the chair with a buttocks. The chair's legs were bent, a painful moan, and finally he calmed down under his weight.

"This is nonsense. Nonsense. The Modu Committee will hear such arrogance. They can't tolerate disrespect for the people they send in." Tangul added

This is absolutely true. Only the idiot will interfere with the things approved by the envoys who are hidden behind the Ratmen race. Unfortunately, it is obvious that the caster clan is full of such stupid people.

"So, what exactly is the task of the committee?" Isaac Glott asked, disdainful of Tangour's anger, just as he dismissed the anger of a humble little man. "If you are performing missions in the territory of the Forge Clan, why not notify the owners of the Endless Abyss"

"You know what my mission is. I was sent to capture the dwarf airship for the Modu Commission so that they could study it and understand its secrets."

Well, this is almost true, Tangul thought. He is the representative of the Modu Committee, he came to the north on his own initiative, the purpose is to capture the airship. If it weren't for his subordinates' incompetence, and with the intervention of the **** Bain Fatalin and Grerogan Mahal, he would also succeed. Why do these two people always obstruct his most thoughtful plan?

"You did claim that, but the elders felt there was something hidden here. Since you came, the caster clan has suffered a series of disasters one after another. Is this just a coincidence?"

"If you can't control your own slave, don't blame me," Tangul muttered impatiently. It flicked its tail and extended a paw to threatenly emphasize its point of view. Isaac Grote did not flinch. Instead, he scratched his long nose with one of his claws, which was much larger than Tangul, and continued to speak as if Tangul had not answered him.

"As soon as you get here, we lost a large number of the best storm commandos in the battle to attack the horsemen ’s den. Then a large group of evil dark warriors emerged from the north and began to do everything on its path Destruction. If this is not bad enough, because of your arrival, all of our experiments were unsuccessful, and in one of the experiments, the strange mutant servant who accompanied you broke free and began to organize our own servants to deal with us. . The elders think this is no coincidence. "

Tangul considered the other party's words. Here, he did feel that there seemed to be an ominous and insidious mode of behavior. To those who were not as smart as him, this mode seemed to involve him in something.

But he knew that in his long and interesting life full of intrigues, he was absolutely irresponsible only this time. Since they came to the crater of the endless abyss, he had done nothing, and had not even spoken to Luck.

Tangul said after carefully considering his words. "Maybe your elders did something that upset the demon master. Offended the demon master. Maybe he has regained his favors to them."

Isaac Glott giggled again. "This is very consistent with what your companions told us about the Rat Slaves."

Tangul was irritated. How dare this chubby idiot say there might be an equal relationship between him and a Ratman Warrior

"Lake-Snake Tongue is not my companion. He is my servant!" Tangul snapped.

"Then you admit that you are behind the instigator," Isaac-Gloe nodded characteristically, as if Tangul only confirmed his suspicions.

Tangul gritted his teeth. He happened to fall into that language trap. What's going on? Why is his mind so confusing? Why he lacks his usual cunningness? He looks like a curse. , His thoughts became a bit confusing. As a wizard, if his mind is not protected as well as Tangul himself knew, he might even suspect that he was bewitched. Fortunately, this is not possible in the situation that Tangul has experienced in the past. It ’s just that human beings ca n’t distort his thoughts — do n’t they?

"No! No! He was my former servant!" He said quickly. "I have nothing to do with this uprising."

Isaac Grote gave him a glance, with both candid suspicion and evaluation of him as food. Tangul shivered. Even Isaac Glotter certainly would n’t dare to swallow a Rat Prophet, right?

The big squirrel came closer and closer. Tangul doesn't like the light shining in his eyes. However, just as Isaac-Gloth came close to Tangul, the door of the room opened, and a group of dry, old-looking ratmen stepped in. Immediately, the prophets Tangul and Isaac-Glott fell to the ground, their belly clinging to the ground, showing their knees down.

One of the aged ratmen said hoarsely. "The Prophet Tangul, stand up! You have a lot to explain, but we don't have much time. Your front men have brought our city to the brink of civil war, and we need your advice to deal with him."

Tangul shivered, trying to control himself not to breathe fear. Then, the old man said very clearly. They need his help. Their city is on the verge of anarchy. This is a lever that can be used to open the gate of the prison, a key that can free him.

Suddenly, the situation seemed promising.