The Legend of Fatality

Angelica glanced around the airship parked outside the city wall, which is now a playground like a playground. Hundreds of dwarves surrounded the fence and looked at this huge spaceship in awe. Fire eaters and jugglers walk through the crowd. The pie hawkers sell their goods on plates around their necks.

The porter carried a large can of frothy beer through the crowd and distributed it to everyone willing to pay a few copper plates. A dwarf on stilts stood high above her head, joking loudly at the crowd. The minstrel murmured bizarre stories about airship sailing.

She was very disappointed. Facts have proved that the horse market is not in such a place at all. It only sells foals, donkeys and mules, and people will not see the real Mrs. Casler dying on this horse, nor will they see these animals survive the long journey north.

The most irritating thing is that Bai En proved right again. Dwarves are neither well-known for cavalry nor knowledge of cavalry, nor are they good at raising horses. She gritted her teeth. She doesn't want to upset her with this person's idea today. But she didn't want to let her anger go. She prepared to reconcile with him last night until he proved himself to be a drunk. Now he must apologize to her.

She had never seen so many dwarves so close before. There must be hundreds, maybe thousands, and most of them are at least partially drunk. They are determined to celebrate in their own way. The return of Hammer of Fate seems to them to be a significant event.

Not that they need any excuse to get themselves drunk. At this point, they are like Mrs. Casler. The business of wine merchants has always been good, but so has the blacksmiths and weapon merchants. Dwarves seem to like to bargain, and the number of purchases and sales is almost as much as the variety of wine they like to drink.

"You are such a beautiful girl." A low, hoarse voice said when approaching Angelica's elbow. She looked down and saw a dwarf standing there. He was short and strong and disgustingly ugly. His nose was smashed, and a huge hairy wart stood on the tip of his nose. His head was shaved, with a bunch of dyed hair growing on top of it, and long braids braided behind his head. Huge gold earrings hung from his ears.

"And you are an oathbreaker."

"I guess you are beautiful and smart. Do you want to go round the bushes?" The dwarf pointedly pointed at the nearest bush. It took Angelica a while to understand what he meant.

When she did this, she did not know whether she was angry or wanted to laugh. Oleg and Standa reached for the blade. She caught them at a glance. She is fully capable of handling this situation on her own.

"Unfortunately, I don't think so."

"If you decide to do this, you will soon change your mind. No girl will regret sitting across Bibione Jolson."

This time Angelica really smiled. If the oath taker was really offended, he did not make any representation. He just blinked at Angelica ...

Jing said, "If you change your mind, please tell me."

"If I change my mind, I will." She said, turning around and leaving.

"You know Grerogan Mahal," the killer said. "And Brian Fatalin?"

This sentence stopped her. Angelica turned her head to look at the dwarf who was out of tune, and said seriously. "Yes."

"I heard they were going to hunt dragons."

"The news you heard is correct."

"I think I might join them. We will meet often, beautiful baby."

The oath-turner turned and walked away. Angelica stared at him in surprise. The last time she saw him, he had disappeared into the crowd, holding hands with two young girls, who were not rouge and had rouge on their faces.

"I've never seen anything like this before," Standa said, his round face showing a trace of uneasiness. Olegra pulled his long drooping beard and agreed.

Angela agrees with this in her heart. The oath-breakers they met before, whether it's Grey Logan, Snowy or Mackason, never seem to be this way ... it's funny.

"I can guarantee that before we end the trip, you will see a lot of strange things." Angelica said. "Now, let's go. Let's go back to the palace of the Grey Dwarf King. We can't find a horse here."

She was still not sure whether she believed what she had just seen. It must be the weirdest oath taker she has ever met, and perhaps the weirdest dwarf.

The 'Grennell's Will' docked quietly on the ground. But even for Bai En's uncomfortable eyes, it was an impressive sight. The huge airship was parked in the open space behind the gray dwarf city Ogharen. The area was separated by ropes to prevent curious people from approaching and surrounded by dwarf soldiers to prevent any intruders from approaching.

The manned cabin of the airship is actually parked on the ground, and the rope hooked by the hook is firmly fixed on the ground, and the hook is deeply penetrated into the ground like a tent nail. More ropes formed an arc above the airbag, passed through the guardrail at the top of the airship, and came down from the other side.

Even in the exclamation of the audience, Bai En can hear the creaking sound of the rope when the spacecraft moves slightly. This scene reminded Bai En of an ancient story he had read: a sleeping giant was trapped in his dream, and when he woke up, he found himself caught by countless ropes and nailed by a group of villains Can't move on the ground.

Bai En has been looking for Angelica, but like everyone else, he was distracted by the circus around the airship. He laughed secretly. In the adventure of finding Gunter Grimm, he was used to the ‘Glennell ’s Will’ and forgot how impressive the huge airship was. These bystanders did not. They were stunned at it, just as they were at a captive dragon.

When Bai En forcibly entered the fence surrounded by rope, the guard recognized him and let him pass. When he approached ‘...

When Glennell ’s Will ’, he heard the audience whispering his name. It feels strange to be recognized.

The dwarves huddled together on the airship's fuselage, and applied a layer of asphalt-like material to the airbag to seal the cracks and cracks. Bane knew it was made with an alchemy recipe known only by Mackason and his apprentices. Blacksmiths and mechanics work on engines and sunken power engines, hammering them with hammers, and using large wrenches to screw nuts into place.

The clang was deafening. Through the porthole, he could see more dwarfs inside. It seems that the repair work is progressing quickly. Veteran scholar Borek-Fokker Beard leaned on his cane, watching the work in progress. He looked sadder and older than before, but when he noticed Bai En approaching, a smile flickered across his face.

"Have you seen Angelica?" Bai En asked.

"I think I saw her and her guard walking towards the city."

Bai En restrained his disappointment. He doesn't want to go back to the palace of King Grey Dwarf now. Maybe he should have another beer. This may relieve his hangover. He considered it and decided not to do it. This may not be of much use, and when he sees Angelica again, he needs to stay awake.

"How is the airship's maintenance progress?" Bai En asked. Borrek nodded. There was an unlit pipe in his teeth. Bai En knew it was just out of habit. This dwarf polymath won't ignite it so close to the airbag.

"Slow. Mackason was here yesterday. He said that it might be weeks before the airship is ready."

"Why is he not here? Of course he should supervise this matter." Bai En asked suspiciously.

"He claimed that his apprentices knew everything they needed to know. The crew were well-trained before we set off. Because he knows, it is likely that he will not be alive all the time and cannot manage or supervise all the maintenance work required."

From his expression, Bai En can see that the old dwarf was thinking of another person, and his nephew failed to witness all this here. The scholar continued: "Marc Kason is now obsessed with Tulong. He is such a person, always focusing on one thing only. He locks himself in his studio and is making weapons to kill the beast. He hardly eats or drinks. He came to see the repair progress of the airship yesterday because it was because I knocked on his door for an hour. "

Bai En looked at him. "Do you think Mackason can come up with a way to kill Carandiel?"

The old dwarf shrugged. "If someone can do it, he can do it. He is a genius. For more than a century, the dwarf kingdom has not trained smart engineers like him."

"It's a pity that he turned into an oath slayer."

"Yeah; otherwise he may change the whole world. If his theory is accepted. If the Institute of Engineers has n’t entangled him. In fact, his name will be recorded in history anyway. The construction of this airship is worth ancestors go with......

A feat of recognition. Driving it to Gunter Grimm means that his name will live forever, even if he doesn't succeed. "

"Is this really so compelling?"

"It's more important than you think. Your name will last as long as the mountain, Brian Fatalin. Your role in killing that demon lord ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ will be forever Remembered by the dwarf nation, and bringing back the hammer of fate will ensure this. "

Bai En thinks this is a strange idea. He also did not know how he would feel if his name would be remembered for centuries after his death. He doesn't want to die yet. This is not what he feels pleasant. Perhaps this was the night owl's idea at the time. His death allowed him to live forever, at least in people's mouths. But what's the use for him?

"Where is the hammer of fate?" Bai En does not intend to continue to think about these views on philosophy.

"It's in Durar's shrine. The gray dwarf king Klagadin-Ladugu temporarily left it there. Although he looks like he has always kept it in Durar's temple, considering other The dwarf king would not allow him to do so, but he gave up the idea. "

Bai En suddenly had an idea. His curiosity defeated him.

"Can you find me one day to look inside the temple."

"Normally, humans are not allowed to enter Durar ’s temple. Borek paused for a while." But you are the one who has picked up the hammer of fate, and the gods are kind to you, so I guess you You can make an exception. "

"I hope so," Bai En said. Perhaps seeing the inside of the temple would give him some further understanding of the dwarf's character. Moreover, if he is going to write an adventure story about Grerogan and himself, this may be important.

"Thank you," Bai En said. "I am leaving now."

"May the **** of ancestors bless you, Bane Fatalin."

"And you." Bai En said, and strode away.

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