The Legend of Fatality

Luck-Snake Tongue felt his heart beating faster, with pride, excitement-and some kind of justifiable caution. This time the Prophet Tangul chose him to lead the attack, while the Ratman Wizard observed the battlefield from the back of the slope. This was the most proud moment in the life of Luck-Snake Tongue. He felt an emotion that could almost be described as gratitude to Tanguer, especially if it was not a weak, stupid, non-mouse emotion. All right.

He has never been so happy since he recovered from the plague that threatened his life in Heidelberg. It seems that his role in that great failed plan to try to seize human habitation has been forgiven. He once again became Tangul's favorite messenger. Of course, if the prophet Tangul discovered how he colluded with his enemies in the Heidelberg massacre-

Luck-Snake Tongue pushed this idea aside. He knows that if this attack is successful, he will get a generous reward, and in his clan, he will get the chance of breeders, magic stone coins and promotion. More importantly, he will gain a great reputation, which is more valuable to a squirrel like him than anything else. Those siblings who used to laugh at him from behind, it was his turn to laugh at and ridicule them, and they would be speechless. They will know that Luck Snake Tongue led his powerful clan to defeat the dwarf.

There was such an idea hidden in his heart: It might even be possible to exclude Tangul and claim that this operation was carried out by him. Luck immediately dismissed this ridiculous idea, because he was worried that the prophet might even read his thoughts through the amulet on his forehead, but somehow, this evil thought did not disappear, although he tried to suppress it. , But still stayed in his consciousness.

He looked around and wanted to find something to distract him. He felt his heart beating with anxiety. They have almost reached the top of the mountain, but they have not been found. The critical moment is coming soon. When they climbed to the top of the mountain, the dwarves below could see them unless their progress was covered by night and smoke. He raised his paws and motioned for silence. Around him, his stormtroopers approached almost silently, with only occasional armor collision sounds, and these sounds may not be noticed by their dull opponents.

But this is not a slight noise made by storm commandos. What Luck was worried about was the hilarious scenes that the stupid clan warriors and ratmen slaves were making! Due to the lack of serious discipline and long training of the Storm Commando, they made a lot of noise. Some of them even whispered to each other in an attempt to maintain their morale in the traditional way of ratmen-by bragging each other about what kind of torture they would impose on their prisoners.

Although Luck Snakes sympathizes with their emotions, he swears that he will let those chatterers shut their mouths forever after he has won the victory that is bound to come. Since he could not see who was talking in such a far place, he decided that he would just pull out a few clans and set an example for them.

Now he knows that Captain Gazat is probably already on the other side of the valley. They will act in a typical rat-man-like precision. They will be ready to sweep both sides of the valley at the same time, appear unexpectedly from both sides, and then drown the dwarves in an unstoppable furry wave!

He looked around and prayed silently, hoping that the soldiers would remember his last command with great excitement-don't burn the building or plunder the property. The Prophet Tangul wanted to keep everything intact so they could sell it to the magic stone engineer.

Then he froze for a while, almost hesitating whether to issue an order to attack. Then, thinking that Gazat might have swept through the valley and seized all the honors, he left the remaining trace of caution behind his head. He climbed up the **** and looked into the valley, driven by the gratifying smell of the surrounding ratmen.

The dwarf's living area stretched out under him. At night, it is even more impressive than during the day. The flame of the foundry and the flame of the chimney illuminate this place with a strange light, reminding people of the great city of Modu. The building appears large and mysterious in the dark.

Luck-Tigerton hopes no unpleasant accidents will happen there, but then realizes that it is impossible. Didn't the great prophet Tangul himself plan this attack?

Gar Gason stared at the darkening outside, pulling his beard upset. He was so hungry that when he thought of other people in the auditorium eating special beer and stew, he drooled. He patted his stomach to make sure it was still there. After all, he has not eaten for more than four hours. Of course, with the exception of that piece of bread and a large piece of cheese, this is nothing at all, at least by Gal's standards.

Gronney was on, and he hoped that Mo Jin would replace him soon. At this sentry, Gal felt cold and uncomfortable. He was a dwarf who valued comfort. Of course, he is proud of being part of the great project that is going on here, but this is limited.

He knew that he was not smart enough to be an engineer, and he was too clumsy to help with the manufacturing work, so he did his best to be a guard and sentry in this cold and humid place, and spent a long time without food. For hours, watching anyone or anything climbing up the valley in this cold and humid place.

He knew his position was good. The bunker at the sentry is located underground, and only one observation hole can see the other side of the valley. There is a similar post on the other side, overlooking the whole road leading to the town. All he has to do is keep his eyes wide open to observe whether there is any trouble, and if he finds any danger, play the horn. Very simple.

In a way, this is a good post. What trouble will there be in this desolate place abandoned by God? Since they kicked those ratmen out, there have been no signs of problems. At that time, they fought a beautiful battle, and Gal took a sip from his long-necked bottle and told himself to himself, of course, just to drive off the cold. They helped resolve some resentment towards those ratmen. Hundreds of fluffy bugs were killed and only one dwarf was scratched. He burped loudly and thanked him.

It was so quiet here that Gard even took a nap this afternoon. He was sure that he had not missed anything. This is a benefit of the shortage of settlements.

No nasty sentry keeps you awake with the ale they talk about and the grudges to be resolved after returning to Karazhak. Like other dwarves, Gal also likes to chatter about how to avenge his hatred, but he prefers his crib. It would be better to take a nap after lunch. This will help you stay in good shape for the next day.

Now, his eyes can be seen clearly at night, and his ears are also used to hearing warnings and hints hidden in the sound deep underground. These are fully capable of reminding him of any trouble. If something unusual—such as the faint sprint—even something sounds like the sound of a weapon colliding—like the sound he just heard—he will immediately notice, and Ready to react.

Gal shook his head. Did he really hear anything? Yes, it came again, and there was a faint, chirping chirp. Sounds like a ratman. He rubbed his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ wanted to wipe out anything that obscured his vision, and then looked into the darkness through the observation hole. His eyes did not deceive him. A mouse-like shadow surged up the hill and surrounded him. Their red eyes flickered in the darkness.

When he grabbed the horn of the sentry, his hand was almost shaking. He knew that if he kept silent, those ratmen would probably pass by him. They obviously did not find his hidden outpost. If he sends a signal, he will die. He would expose his position to the ratmen who surrounded him, and they would come in groups like flies on carrion. The door behind him was locked securely, but it did not lock them forever, followed by poison gas and flamethrower, and all the other strange rat-man weapons he had heard of. As long as a poison balloon passes through the observation hole, it will be the end of old Gal.

On the other hand, if he does not send a signal, his companions will be defeated by the Ratmen and will probably die for him. Their great cause will fail, it is all his fault. If he is alive, he will have to live with the shame he brought to himself and his ancestors.

Gal is a dwarf, and despite all his shortcomings, he has the dwarf's pride. He drank the last gulp of wine from the bottle, wasting another second, and finally thought regretfully of the dinner he could never eat. He took a deep breath and blew his horn on his lips.

————

The lonely horn sounded through the valley. It seems to come from underground. Bai En frantically looked around.

"What's that?" He asked nervously.

"Trouble is coming," Guerrerogan replied enthusiastically, pointing to the huge army of ratmen from the top of the mountain, who swarmed over the top of the mountain and into the valley.