The Legend of Fatality

The vision continued, but Alek began to wonder why the great existence he believed in would show himself these things.

A human town. Perhaps it was in the territory of the Marnus Empire.

A tavern. A tall, dark-haired man, obviously drunk, was sitting at the table with the dwarf, obviously the dwarf was as drunk as he was. There was a human with a staff next to him, and his spirit seemed very nervous.

The dwarves are now older. His hair crown is very large, stained red by blood. The tattoo covered the rest of his shaved head. He was bruised and bruised, with a cynical tone in his mouth. The tall man was obviously disturbed by something. They talked. As they talked, the human became more and more excited, and the human holding the staff became more and more nervous. They drank more. The dwarf picked up a knife, and the pair of completely different people swore some kind of brother blood vow.

The scene appeared one after another, but it was about the human being.

A dark-haired boy poked his head out of the sewer of an abandoned castle, his young face full of puzzled expressions. The dark-haired boy took a loaf of bread from a girl who was several years older than him and had thick linen braids. The same dark-haired boy is forcing a blonde boy younger than him to write something on the ground.

Some wizards suddenly appeared and burned a small village beside an abandoned castle, taking away all the children, including the dark-haired boy. Alex recognized the symbols on these wizards-another great being, a believer in the night goddess.

The dark-haired boy appeared in a black tower, attacked another child from behind with a shadow, and cut the other person's throat. The dark-haired boy was talking to a wizard who seemed to praise him, and the boy's face was full of smiles.

On the anatomical table of an anatomy room, a dark-haired boy worked hard. Then the boy grew up, and it was the anatomical table that kept changing corpses. This time, the boy didn't do anything, just hooked his back and leaned against the dissection table, as if crying. Alek could see the broken body of the girl with linen hair on the dissection table from the back of the boy.

In the darkness, several little figures wearing robes and hoods swore under a faint light of candlelight. When one of them stepped forward and cut his palm, Alek recognized him as the black Hair teenager.

The scene changes rapidly. Most of the black-haired teenagers are killing people, using various methods and facing various opponents. Then a cannonball knocked over the boat where the grown-up black-haired teenager sat.

The vision remained dark for a while, and then reappeared.

The underground part of a city in the Marnus Empire. A wizard is conducting a ceremony to summon the outer demons, but the pair is interrupted. A small village in the wilderness was terrified by a winged demon until the two of them ended its terrifying rule.

The forest at night; the smaller moon grinned. The two did fight the aberrations and the believers, and finally rescued a child from their claws. A carriage wagon went south, fighting Goblin and the undead monster along the way. They are always there, fighting desperately.

At the entrance of a burning fortress, the dwarves defeated the wolf knights of the entire tribe. Alek sees a destroyed dwarf city. Under the city, they fight monsters and meet ghosts.

A series of continuously blurring scenes. They encountered mages, werewolves and evil humans. The building of another Marnus empire city was burnt down, and a group of ratmen wandered the streets. A huge airship passed through the evil wasteland and reached Guntergrim. The thirsty blood-killing lord came back again, but was defeated by the adventurers again. They encountered a powerful dragon and killed it. They fought against an orcish army, but somehow survived.

Looking at all this, Alek gradually realized that no matter who the partners were, they were all heroes, and they were destined to fight against great existence. Perhaps this is not their end, but the end of the axe. He couldn't be sure. This is something to discuss with his pet wizards.

Suddenly, a series of illusions stopped. The air is full of another change. An ominous hunch filled Alek. The picture turned black. In a very short time, he saw a huge face. The facial features seemed to flicker and change, and his eyes sparkled, sometimes like a bird-headed elf, sometimes like a very beautiful man. He knew immediately that he was staring at Susorion. The man smiled at him mockingly, and the last scene appeared before him.

The building was burnt down. The horned soldier clashed with the dark-haired man on the street. He saw himself lying on the ground, his armor was damaged and his headless body fell in the snow. All around were the bodies of incomplete horned beasts and dark warriors.

He saw himself trapped in the fight against the dwarves again. Alek found himself obsessed with waiting for the inevitable moment of victory.

This scene became blank and was replaced by another scene. He saw the axe flash by and split his head.

The moment when the third vision appeared shocked him: Grerogan Mahal and his human companion were standing next to his body. Although they were injured, they were both proud, and Alec ’s head was hurt by the human Take it in your hand. Alex stared at the still scene in shock until it started to fade. He was dumbfounded to find himself standing in the middle of the wizard's tent.

"Your vision did not reassure me," he said finally. Kelman glanced at Igor. Once again, Alek realized that there was some kind of silent communication between them.

"Such illusions are not always accurate," Kelman said finally, stroking his pale temple with golden nails.

"Sometimes some demons will maliciously intervene in prophecy for their own purposes. These brothers of our years, they have a strange sense of humor."

"Did you see what I saw?" Alek asked.

"We saw a dwarf ancestor making an axe. We read a lot of its history. We saw the siege of Gunther Grimm. We saw Grerogan took the axe. We saw you died."

"How could it be that I thought this eye would only show the past."

"This eye is a special artifact. It can only reveal certain things—" Igor began to say.

"It usually only shows the past," Kelman interrupted. "Or what people think of the past."

"What do you mean?" Alek asked.

Kelman glanced at Igor. Alek knew they were trying to decide which of them would explain the matter to him.

"All magic finally flows out of the realm of the great beings, which is another plane that is roughly connected to this world-" Igor began to explain.

"It is entirely composed of energy—" Kelman interrupted him again.

"It can be used by talented people," Igor finally said.

"So what?" Alek asked.

"There is a connection between these two planes. Strong emotions, hopes, dreams, fears, all of which are stirring the boiling sea of ​​energy, this is the real world where all the great beings are, and the ultimate truth of all the world. "

"The events that generate these strong emotions can leave an impression on the chaotic level. Fighting, murder, jealousy, arrogance, silver desire, anger, etc. Others are also possible, loyal, hope, generosity, justice, tenacity. Dreams and fear The same is true. These impressions are like— "

"Like a bubble," Igor said. "If used properly, this eye can attract these impressions to us. It needs an artifact with this powerful power to screen the rotating energy vortex and select those that the user wants."

"You mean, what we see is not necessarily true."

"I believe that in essence, most of it is true. It may not be completely accurate, but it is already accurate enough in most respects."

"What about the last illusion?"

"This might be something you brought into the ceremony yourself," Kelman said.

"The projection of fear hidden in your own heart ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Igor said mockingly.

"Or it might be a warning issued by Susorion, foretelling what would happen if you continued down this road."

"It's hard to know. This illusion is always mysterious."

"It seems that your explanation is the same."

"We are just humble servants of our respectable master." Igor said respectfully. When Igor said this, Alek always couldn't figure out whether his master meant Sasolion or himself. He suspected that such ambiguous words were intentional.

"You know this dwarf." Alek said.

"We know him," Kelman corrected. "He inadvertently thwarted some of our plans in the past."

"We suspect that no matter how ignorant he is, he is the defender of choice for the enemy of our cause."

"Of course, he has been distorted by the powerful weapons he carries."

"If the dwarf dies, that future will never happen," Alek said. "I won't be killed without him swinging the axe."

"Maybe. Maybe the axe will find another axe holder." Alek thought for a while and then made a decision. The dwarf must be eliminated, and the axe must disappear.

"Do you have an agent in the city?"

"a lot of".

"Must let the dwarf and his human followers die. You have to be careful. Once the axe is lost, it will not be found soon."

"We will do our best," Kelman said, his mocking smile growing stronger.

"If the vision really comes from Thasorion, then trying to interfere with the fate he arranged for you is a blasphemy against the gods."

"Despite this, go ahead."

"as you wish."