The Legend of Fatality

Ivan Petrovich Mogorova stood on the top of the mountain, watching a large army of evil marauders march along the plain. In fact, the term "big army" is wrong. It implies a discipline that these barbaric tribes simply do not possess. But this is not important. They are numerous and have an unshakable faith in their dark god. His long years as Boyar gave Ivan a wealth of experience. These people marched under the banner of the skinless.

"At least one thousand people, Lord Ivan." Petrov whispered. Ivan turned around and looked at his youngest cavalry. The boy was just fifteen years old, but his eyes were much bigger than him. Dark shadows gathered under them, his face wrinkled with fatigue, because there was too much time to ride horses, and too little time to eat.

"Be careful, boy. Remember, people who retreat tend to overstate the enemy, and those of us are twice as important as the enemy. We can't make things worse than they are now." Ivan remained happy and confident Voice, but he did not feel this way.

It is possible that the boy's estimate is correct. It seems that this waste land has spit out all of their contaminated population. For two days, Ivan and his men have been encountering their scouts. They wear fur clothes, speak harshly, and have marks of early mutation or weird evil rune tattoos on their skins.

It is definitely not a good phenomenon to find so many of these people in such a far south. Ivan guessed that they were not even part of that evil army, but only people from the barbarian tribes in the north. There was a dark impulse in their hearts that drove them to the south for plunder.

This is not important. But this is enough to tell him that something big happened. In the past few days, he has encountered scarred tattooed raiders, ice raiders and bloodthirsty tattooed warriors. It seems that every tribe on that wasteland is moving south.

His riders stood along the edge of the ridge. They made themselves clearly visible and wanted to mock those predators and let them rush towards them.

In the center of this barbarian group, a gray-haired old man holding a skull-shaped bone scepter signified that he was a shaman and was admonishing the tribe to attack.

Ivan waited confidently. When the believers of these evil gods waste their time rushing up the hillside, they will be hit by rain-like arrows, and the reserve team that Ivan hides behind the mountain to make the other party invisible will launch flanking attacks.

People in the tribe are likely to be fooled. Many of them will die. For him, this is a small comfort, but it is also a comfort, because he knows that every time they advance to Kaslov, he will make them pay the price of blood.

At this moment, the sound of the hooves behind them drew the attention of Ivan. He turned around and saw his two men escorting a rider wearing a blue cloak up the hill. Ivan smiled and immediately recognized the tall white-haired man. This is Shady's messenger Redick Lazlo.

"Nice to see you, Laszlo!" Ivan shouted loudly. "You came just in time, just to see me and the boys killing more evil scum."

"Although I like that," Redick Lazlo said, with a cold smile on his thin lips, "but I don't have time. Neither do you. Shazan ordered you to appear at Mikar's ferry. Horse owners of all tribes are gathering there. "

Mrs. Kasler is different from the Marnus Empire. Although they also have majestic cities, the number is far less than that of the Marnus Empire and Gaitan Empire. Some of them still choose to live in the way of their ancestors, and no one can tell how many of these people are, but according to what Ivan knows, one third to half of Mrs. Way of life.

However, these nomadic clan, clan, or tribe, instead constituted more than half of Kaslov's wartime troops. Some tribes and families can become lethal riders even when their children are in their twenties. The leaders of these people are called horse owners.

Ivan considered the messenger's words. Mikal ’s ferry will take a week ’s hard journey to reach, but if the horse owner does not receive an invasion warning, he is much closer to it than other horse owners. In this way, it must mean that Angelica succeeded!

"We will go horse riding. Are you willing to accompany us?"

"No. I must move on this land and bring this news to any other lord I can find."

Ivan shook his head in doubt. Redick Laszlo received an almost suicide mission, riding a horse through these inaccessible lands alone. "I can send a Lancer among my boys to accompany you," he suggested.

"No. Shazan needs every spear on Mikar's ferry. Let me tell you, Ivan, I have never seen anything like this in my life."

"Worse," Ivan said. "We are from the north. I swear that the gates of **** seem to have opened. We will have another war before this great war ends, please remember my words.

"Your words don't reassure me, old friend." Redick Razlow said, staring at the barbarian tribe members who were walking towards the hill. He can measure this distance like anyone else under Ivan ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and knows that they still have some time to discuss.

"Is there any news about my daughter"

"I saw her in the palace for a while. It was she who brought the news of the invasion of Shazan's evil army. She came by the dwarf's big spaceship."

The pride of his parents touched Ivan's heart. "So is she riding with Shazan?"

Redick Lazlo shook his head. "No, my friend. She accompanied the dwarves to Prague."

"But it is on the path of invasion. The admirers of evil gods always attack the great fortress there first."

"Yeah, old friend, that's right. But your way is now south, to Mikal's ferry and battlefield. Don't worry. No doubt, Shazan's first step will be to rescue the city. And the snow The Ice and Snow Mage of the Church of the Goddess will also join Mikal ’s ferry and Shazan ’s army. "

Ivan ’s inner love for Angelica and her duty as a border guard had a brief conflict, and he considered riding directly to Prague. His only child would be in danger there. However, he knew he had no way to help her, and if a small group of his cavalry met the main force of that evil army outside the city, they had no choice but to die.

It is more sensible to join the rally and then take all the power of Kaslov to save the great city. Nevertheless, he was still a little worried that even this powerful army was not enough to defeat everything they now face.

He sighed silently, and then ordered his soldiers. "Go to Mikal's ferry. Let's go on horseback!"

All the cavalrymen and bow cavalrymen turned around and trot down the mountain neatly. Behind them, the howling of the northern barbarian disappointment sounds like howling of a hungry wolf.