The Legend of Fatality

Bai En looked down at the coming evil army. In the past few days, they have become more and more scary. It seems to extend to the horizon in all directions, and the dust cloud in the distance shows that more and more troops arrive every day.

He raised the telescope to his eyes and carefully observed the defense of the evil army. Their front is very solid. Most of their camps are protected by river bends from attack. Groups of barbarians in leather jackets work frantically, constructing earthworks facing the city and digging trenches. He could see rows of sharpened wooden piles protruding from the bottom of the earth wall. The believers of the evil gods did not want to risk fighting the Kaslev cavalry who launched the assault from Prague.

In the past few days, Mrs. Casler ’s cavalry launched a hit-and-run attack that caused the siege to pay a heavy price. Even though this is only a drop in the sea for their number, it is of great benefit to the morale of the defenders. Bai En knew that many people in the city were desperate for this huge army like him, so he thought these small victories were as important to the defenders as food.

Even worse, as the siege army increased, the signs and anomalies became worse. At night you can see ghosts wandering the streets of the city. At the White Boar Bar last night, Bai En heard two drunken mercenaries describe how they encountered the ghost of a headless woman on the street near their residence.

Most outsiders tried to ignore it as a product of the cheap rotten brandy that the Tyrians drank, but the locals nodded wisely and sadly, and continued to drink their wine. He believes that the local people's familiarity with this ghost may make other people feel afraid, but he knows that in such cities, such things are relatively common, even if he will never cope with it.

He did not know whether more and more ghosts were related to the army outside the city walls.

"It's possible," Eisenheim-Schneider's familiar voice said.

Bai En was surprised to realize that he was speaking out. Of course, he was equally surprised to see Eisenheim-Schneider here.

"Eisenheim! What are you doing on the city wall"

"Like you, Bai En. Looking at the army outside, thinking about how we can survive the siege."

Bai En looked around and he was glad that the nearest soldier was at least five steps away from him. They may not have heard the conversation between the two. Now, in Prague, expressing this sense of failure is not a welcome thing. Bai En shrugged. Eisenheim-Schneider was the one who spoke, not him.

"Do you think the news about ghosts on the street is related to the army outside?"

"I'm sure about this." Eisenheim-Schneider replied.

Many soldiers now look at them. Their conversation attracted the soldier's full attention.

"I remember how I did it. I heard from you that the magic walls around the city are strong, and evil forces cannot penetrate them."

Eisenheim-Schneider wrapped his golden-brown wizard robe tightly around him. Today he wore a strange spire-like helmet-like hat that was taller than his head, making him appear taller. The stubble on his face became suspiciously like a beard. He put all his weight on his staff, staring thoughtfully at the crowd outside for a while, then continued. "I said there was a connection between them. But I didn't say that the admirers of the evil gods outside were responsible."

Bai En looked at the wizard. Eisenheim-Schneider looked to him as a friend, but he was still a magician of the Marnus Empire, and they often made mortals difficult to understand, and sometimes even wizards like Bai En were difficult to understand.

"What do you mean?" Bai En asked.

"I mean, all of these are interrelated. The ratmen's massive attack on Heidelberg. That evil moon has become bigger in the past few years. The army of evil gods is marching. Star falls, mutations and The number of magic disasters is increasing. The way ghosts move in this city. This is all part of the same thing. "

"Are you saying that all these things have evil forces behind them? Even in Eisenheim, you don't have to be a great magician to solve this problem."

"No, Bane. I mean there is a similar pattern here, like a part of a huge puzzle. It may be that some terrible wisdom is working, or it may be something different, something closer to Natural phenomena. "

"I'm not sure if I will use the word" natural "in this situation."

"I mean it looks like the tide of the sea, or the change of seasons."

"I do not understand."

"Think of it this way, Bane. Magic is a power, like wind, rain, or tides. Sometimes it is strong. Sometimes it becomes weak, but it always exists, like the air we breathe. It penetrates Into the world we live in. "

"What I learned is different from what you said. We think magic is produced by the accumulation of magic particles in the air."

"Really, there are some ..." Eisenheim paused. "Sorry, but the caster we call the wild mage does think so. Anyway, different casters have different descriptions of the magic itself. But one thing is the same, we think this energy will flow, And we call it the magic tide. "

"Yes. So." Bai En didn't understand what the other party meant. The Fatalin Association was educated and taught the students the knowledge that magic particles are emitted from the magic veins. And those places where magic power is concentrated are magic vein nodes. There will be a magic vein between the magic vein nodes. Therefore, the mage tower will choose to build on the magic vein node to maximize the magic power provided by the magic vein node.

But in fact, each caster has a different understanding of the nature of magic. Shamans and other admirers of nature, most of them believe that the magic in the world is generated according to the nature of the elements. They believe that these different element particles are scattered in the world. Around the volcano is the largest number of fire element particles. But in fact this concept cannot explain why the mage can release the magic of fire above the sea. They can only be attributed to the fact that the particles in the world are all floating around, and there are also particles of fire on the sea.

Of course, with the in-depth study of magic, most casters now generally believe that magic particles can change their state according to the characteristics of individuals or spells. At the same time, the change of magic may also affect the caster itself. But none of the research in this area has allowed all casters to recognize the results.

Eisenheim's theory is the theory identified by the academic wizards through the latest research. They believe that the flow of magic is like the tides in the ocean, with ocean currents, undercurrents, and storms.

"Maybe there is a season of magic, just like a season of weather. Maybe we are entering a season where the magic tide is stronger, and the power of magic is also increasing. Maybe this is what happened 400 years ago ~ com ~ Then this will be a long season. "

"Don't be stupid, Bai En. You are a wise man. I know that when you hear a metaphor, you understand."

Bian was startled by Eisenheim's words. He knew Eisenheim was right. Perhaps his jealousy of Angelica made him want to argue with the mage. "Very good. Go on." Bai En said a little sullenly.

"The power of evil gods is closely related to magic-maybe their power changes with the seasonal change of the magic tide. Maybe this is the beginning of an era when they are more powerful. Maybe this increase in energy also increases Prague The number of ghosts in the city also makes those ratmen more aggressive. "

Bai En considered the magician's argument, thinking repeatedly in his mind. This is logical, and it makes sense no matter where you look, but it makes no sense.

When he was an apprentice in the Black Tower, Bai En heard the learned mentors use rigorous logic to prove the most absurd theories. "This is an interesting theory, Eisenheim, but I have heard other theories. This morning, someone stood outside the white wild boar and said aloud that this is God's punishment for our sins, and the end of the world is coming. "

Eisenheim Schneider smiled mischievously. "These two theories are not necessarily mutually exclusive," he continued to ask. "What's wrong with this prophet"

"The town guard hit his head with a stick and dragged him away."

"At this time, my theory may not be so dangerous to your health."

"Of course, it does have some merits." Bai En said, turning his attention to the army of evil again. There seemed to be some movement around the huge black tent that stood in the center of the army.