The Legend of Fatality

The Prophet Tangul looked around the elders of the founder clan. He enjoys his current state very much. After defeating the Luck-Snag's forces, they looked at him with a new respectful look, with a moderate fear. This is a good thing.

In a sense, this parliament hall is a blasphemy against the parliament hall of the Modu Committee of the Rat-Man. The elders of the Founder Clan sat at a conference table shaped like a horseshoe in a huge rotunda. There are thirteen of them, which is not surprising, because this is one of the most sacred numbers in the rat-human cosmology.

Every guild that belongs to the caster clan has its own representative. This is a group with such a complicated relationship. Even Tangul ’s powerful mind is trying to understand the complexity of their relationship.

But he guessed that, just like in the Rat-Man Demon City, their status is reflected in the position of their representatives on the horseshoe conference table: the closer they are to the center and the further they are from the sides, the more they have status. The leader of the Master Beast Tamer of the Forge Clan sits in the middle.

The Prophet Tangul stood in front of him, facing thirteen pairs of shimmering red eyes in the space enclosed by the horseshoe conference table. His claws rested on the clan runes on the floor. He was not intimidated by the opponent's status. Not at all. The slight contraction of his scent glands just indicated that he was excited.

"Your former servant has disappeared, the Prophet Tangul." The head of the Senior Master Tamer said sharply. Tangul saw a note passing from one paw to another at the table. This has never been a good sign.

"The traitor Luck-Snake tongue once again escaped the claws of the founder clan," Tangul sneered, saying this sentence was more useful than any other reason he said. "Why am I not surprised at all?"

"We hope you can use your power to find him. The caster clan must settle accounts with the abnormal creature." The other's tone eased a little.

"I've tried my best," Tangul stuttered. "But I couldn't find him at all. It seemed that he had left the city."

"What does this have to do with this matter, Prophet Tangul?"

Tangul watched the note slowly move from the left outer edge of the horseshoe conference table to the middle. Even when he speaks, he wants to find out what information is contained in it.

"There is a lot of interference in the flow of mysterious energy," Tangul said in the best way he could think of to explain prophecy. This is real. In the past few days, the magic in the air has been stronger than ever. Searching for a person in such a magical storm is like searching for a person in a blizzard. In this case, it is almost impossible to find Luck.

"So? What about then?"

"These disturbances interfere with my magical vision and disrupt all forms of crystal ball divination."

"Have you ever thought about what caused these disturbances? Is it the power behind Luke?"

This is a disturbing idea, and very ...

may. Tangul does not doubt that the power of the evil gods will help humble creatures like Lek-Snake Tongue. More likely, this is some kind of mysterious phenomenon that coincided with the march of that evil army.

Perhaps the caster who believes in the evil gods draws energy from the waste soil eroded by the evil forces to assist their magic. Although this possibility is very small, it is still possible. Just as the thought flashed through Tangul's mind, he felt that his scent glands were almost tense to the point of burst. Just guessing this possibility is already terrible. It tells of an almost incredible power.

Of course, Tangul thought that if there was a way to use this mysterious energy before reaching that evil army, then the wizard who controlled it would be so powerful.

Suddenly, Tangul realized that he had to leave the caster clan's nest and began to investigate this possibility. All he needs now is an excuse. At that moment the letter reached the head of the senior master of animal training, he opened the letter, looked at it, frowned.

"We got news from Modu. You must return there immediately and explain your actions to the Modu Commission, the Prophet Tangul. Of course, we will provide escorts to **** you through this turbulent land."

Normally, the prospect of such a trip will make Tangul uncomfortable, and at the same time he has reason to be cautious. But now he was almost looking forward to leaving immediately.

"I'm leaving now!" Tangour declared.

He could see that the elders of the founder clan were confused by his enthusiasm, and even a little scared.

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Bai En wants to know what happened. He felt as if something crawled on his skin. The hairs on the back of his neck were all erected. There seemed to be a peculiar light in the night sky, shining above the army outside the city. It was when the black magic hadn't been cast yet that he already felt these things. He doesn't like this feeling. Perhaps this is related to the early snow this year.

The white wild boar tavern was right in front of them, shining happily in the snow flakes. At this moment, he saw the appearance of three people wearing uniforms of the Duke's coat of arms. He restrained the urge to hide in the alley. They certainly did n’t come to investigate the cause of the death of Olaf and Sergey? Are they definitely not looking for him? Grerogan showed no signs of concern. He strode forward, ignoring the soldiers as if they were not there.

The soldiers clearly knew who he was, because they immediately took a respectful attitude towards him. As they passed by Bai En, he heard the soldiers whispering about the battle during the day. Their merits on the walls seem to be well known.

Very good, Bai En thinks. It may not be very good for them to be a hero for a while, but it will help a little. Although they are very useful fighters to defend the city, he suspects that no one will pay close attention to their other activities.

He walked into the tavern and immediately went ...

On the floor, there was Grerogan who was drinking alone in the bar.

"How is she?" Bai En asked nervously as soon as he entered the room. Eisenheim-Schneider sat in a chair beside the bed. Bane is not sure how he would feel about the magician appearing here. But he was indeed jealous and grateful.

"She will be fine," Eisenheim-Schneider said softly. "She just needs rest and time to recover."

"How are you? Feeling better?"

"I'm a little tired, but I'm still alive, which is enough. Are there any interesting findings?"

Bane took a risky look at Angelica to confirm whether she was asleep, and then explained where he went and what he learned.

"Although not much, it's better than nothing," Eisenheim-Schneider said after digesting the message from Brian. "Do you really want to know who the two assassins are?"

"No, but sometimes you will be lucky. If you don't try, you will never get anything, then we might as well go back to a dark night ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ waiting for a poisonous poison to stick out from behind Knife. Can you think of anything? "

"No. But I am still worried. There may be traitors in the palace, which does not reassure people. But I cannot say that I am surprised."

"Neither can I."

"Really? Bai En, what you said should be based."

"This is not the first time I have met a traitor at the top." Eisenheim-Schneider just looked at him. Somehow, Bane tells the story of his encounter with Fritz von Hallstatt, the secret police chief of the Countess Emmanuelle. Fritz von Hallstatt is a rat-man agent in the human world. Eisenheim-Schneider is a good listener. He nods and smiles, and asks wise questions when he needs to clarify his point of view.

"Do you think the traitor here will have the same status?" Eisenheim-Schneider finally asked.

"There is no reason not to speculate that he may have a higher status. Being noble does not guarantee that a person will not fall."

"I believe that many of our ruling class may strongly oppose this." Eisenheim-Schneider said, "But I will not. Even in Brandenburg, I have seen evidence in this regard. I remember -"

When Eisenheim-Schneider spoke, there was a trace of pure fear on his face. His face became pale. His hands were shaking. He looked as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt on the sunny day.

"What's going on?" Bai En asked. Then he also felt a pure sense of terror.

"We have to go to the city wall! Now! Call Grerogan!" Eisenheim-Schneider said quickly.

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