The Legend of Fatality

In the large lobby of the mold tower, the prophet Tangul glared around. He was irritated, and his heart was full of fear. Since he reached the endless abyss, he has been waiting.

Clan warriors dressed in unique uniforms representing their respective owners showed him and brought him to this huge room, and then abandoned him here. He didn't understand why he was brought here. He had never been allowed to enter the inner fortress of the Founder's clan before.

Prior to this, all transactions between him and them were conducted in caves on the wall of the crater. In fact, all transactions in the Forge Clan were conducted in these caves. He did not know whether he was brought here for good or bad.

But being in the center of the city made him very nervous. He reached out and touched, feeling the magic that diffused in the surrounding air, just to reassure himself. The power of black magic here is very strong. Considering that they are so close to the ruins eroded by evil forces, so much magic stone dust is filled in the air, which is not surprising, but it is reassuring.

He checked the surroundings again, looking for hidden peepholes that he was sure of. No rat clan can allow a stranger to stand in the center of their fortress without being discovered, and among all the rat clan, the caster clan may be the most cunning and suspicious.

Tangul walked to the window and looked sadly at the hazy city outside the window. The window was not made of glass, but made of a translucent cortical substance, the smell of which reminded him of meat. This is a disturbing reminder: the raw material that is the foundation and strength of the founder's family is nothing less than life itself.

He looked down on a strange city scene. The huge tower reminded him of the fangs of giant beasts, which ruled the interior of the crater. From their soaring tops is a glowing smoke: gray-green, ruby, cobalt blue, and various poisonous tones.

The plume of smoke rises to form a huge cloud of pollution, circling forever above the mouth of the crater, and sometimes descends, forming dense fog. Tangul could discern from the faint weird flashes that the smoke contained trapped magic stone particles.

On the one hand, he was angry at this blatant waste, and at the same time he was in awe of this pure wealth display. He didn't know what was happening inside the tower, but the harsh screams, howls and animal roars told him that everything there was not pleasant.

Between these towers, there are also other buildings, which are obviously not built in the same way as the squirrel style, at least completely different from the squirrel style. These buildings are like huge tents, with rotting leather-like flesh on them, thrown on the huge twisted bone skeleton.

They gave Tangul a strange illusion, as if some giant ticks or beetles were fixed in place by some strange magic. These are the barracks where the caster clan slaves and clan soldiers live. The streets below are full of Ratmen. He realized that in terms of population, the Endless Abyss may be the Ratman City after Modu.

Between the wide streets, there are green lakes everywhere. The lake water is polluted, and it is said that it is still polluted by the magic stone meteorite that made this big pit. Far away, he could see thousands of lights from the windows on the crater wall.

According to legend, the entire crater wall was dug into a labyrinth of tunnels and artificial caves, providing caves and laboratories for the caster clan. As Tankel watched all this, a huge door opened on the side of the crater wall, and a huge creature appeared.

At such a far distance, and because it was in the dark, Tangul could not see all the details, but some characteristics of this creature were reminiscent of a burrowing rat, which was as big as a mastodon, with its back on There is a big sedan chair. Tangul shivered, which reminded him of the giant war elephants in the south of the Great Empire of Gaitan. Although it doesn't seem that big.

The lingering shadows in the night sky, Tangul initially thought they were bats, but he soon realized that they were too big. The simplest explanation is that they are huge, mutated bats, but one of them turned closer to the tower, and he realized that it was a rat-like man with a bat-like wing membrane under his arm.

A part of Tangul felt fear of this blasphemy. Did n’t the great devil create the ratmen in his own image? Is n’t it the biggest blasphemy against the devil to change this noblest form in all living things? Tangul always knew that the caster clan was crazy. He just never realized how crazy they were.

Nevertheless, this is still a talented madness to some extent. Even he had to admit this. In this barren land far away from the true center of the rat-man civilization, even the Tanger Clan had never dreamed of what the Forge Clan did.

He wondered whether the members of the Modu Committee knew how much the clan had achieved. Of course, he thought to himself, there must be some way to use all this to make it beneficial to him.

He looked around the room again. Here, there is also evidence of the unique crazy genius possessed by the Founder Clan. The leather-covered throne and sofa seem to be an incredibly slow creature.

Each time Tangul looks back, their position changes slightly, which is both annoying and a bit sinister. The Prophet Tangul suspected that the design of the entire room was to disturb the guests and make them lose balance in any confrontation with the caster clan.

In the end, Tangul found what he was looking for. On the high ceiling, in the middle of the spherical chandelier made of magic stones, he saw a group of eyes. When they saw him, their bodies shook slightly, and then, as he noticed them, they retreated back to the ceiling and disappeared out of sight.

As if it were a signal, the door to the inner room opened, as if a pair of mouths were opened, and Isaac-Glott's fat body walked in with a swing. Behind him is a dining table filled with bone bowls and translucent meat dishes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ pays tribute to you, I welcome you in the name of the caster clan, the Prophet Tangul, "Isaac-Ge Lott muttered in his unnaturally low voice. "At the same time bring my personal greetings. Really happy to see you again. "

Tangul doubted whether his old opponent was really happy to see him. Isaac-Glott tried several times to betray Tangul, and the Rat Prophet led the army to attack Heidelberg.

There was a disagreement between them, Tangul had vowed to revenge Isaac Grote one day. He did not doubt that if there was a chance, the representative of the founder clan would also try to get rid of him. He knew he must be careful.

Isaac Grote fell into a throne. Its leather-like fur shaped itself to fit his body, expanding outwards to make room for his fat buttocks, and then wrapped him in an unnatural way.

Its legs were slightly bent, seemingly due to excessive force, and at the same time a bit nervous, Tangul was sure he heard a slight grunt. After a while, the back of the chair began to ripple, as if massaging the person sitting on it. Isaac Glott leaned forward and took a little roasted mouse from the table.

"So to speak, Prophet Tangul, you are back with your predators of the Cavalry of the Horseman, as you promised my people. Or you can report that you have succeeded in capturing the dwarf airship and bring The secret to build it to share with my lords. Or did you bring the news of the founder clan army who went with you to find the airship. "

Isaac Glott put the mouse in his throat and smiled evilly. He knew that Tangul did not bring any such pleasant news.