The Legend of Fatality

Alex looked at the city wall. In his opinion, nothing has changed. The defenders are still waiting and the weapons are ready. He could recognize the plume of light smoke coming out from under the boiling oil pan. All ballistas are manipulated. The trebuchet looks ready.

The huge walls look as if they need God's fist to smash them through. In a way, he was happy to see it all. He wanted a battle. He wanted to trample the enemy under the horse's hoof. He wanted to ride a horse triumphantly through the gates of a conquered city. He did not want his doomed victory to be a credit to those fools who served the plague god.

Don't be arrogant, he told himself. Victory is victory, no matter how it is achieved, you have the whole world to conquer. If Barbara-Rotting and his servants can easily conquer the city, why worry about this? There will be many battles before this is over.

But some of his inner part rejected this idea, and that part longed for Sasolion ’s gaze to turn to him completely, wanting to deny the glory of anyone but himself. The other part of him, the part that always thinks of his guardian, weighs various options.

Barbara's victory may alienate all other warlords, and he needs their support. This may even make Latar's followers transcend his status, although it seems impossible now.

But there is always the possibility of error. The plague has always been a dangerous weapon. It does not affect him, nor does it affect those warriors blessed by the great existence, or those wizards favored by their power, but if they are not careful, it may kill a large number of barbarian tribe members and horned beasts .

Barbar assured him that the protection of Lord Latar would extend to the entire army, but perhaps, this despicable infector would withdraw his protection. After all, such things have happened before.

Alek thought of it all at once. It's better to attack now when Latal is still showing his promise. After all, the gods are notoriously moody, who knows when he will change his mind. It may be a good idea to order Barbar to stop his magic now. Why should he be given time to brew a truly deadly plague?

Alek turned to Igor and his twin brother. He asked. "Are other plans going well?"

"Yes, great master," Igor replied mockingly, "The rune stone now almost encircles the entire city, and our followers are ready to start the power ritual. Soon the stars will line up correctly, and the evil moon Will reach the right phase. "

Alek thought for a while. "Good job, Barbar," he said. "I believe your plague will weaken the city's defenders to achieve our purpose. You can stop your ritual."

"But, great--"

"I said you can stop your ritual. It's time to give others a chance." His tone didn't mean any objections were allowed. Barbare had to retreat quietly.

"Very wise," Kelman said.

"How long does your ritual take?" Alek asked suddenly.

"Adult, the arrangement of the stars must be correct, and the moon must be together. If you remember, that is the reason we recommend."

"How long do I ask?"

"Now is auspicious. If we start immediately, a huge vortex may be completed within a week."

"Must be so."

"As you wish, master." Alek didn't know if he heard a hint of resistance in the voice of his pet wizard.

The prophet Tangul strode across the street in the crater. There are crazy howls around. Ratmen and Ratmen fight. The caster clan fights against the caster clan. The storm commando attacked the clan warriors. The ogre rat throws away the guts of the rat slave.

These out-of-control monsters, their domesticators died, and then they madly slaughtered on the street, eating and drinking as much as they could. Luck is responsible for many things, Tangul thought. This is not to say that the fools of these founder clans are not worthy of such a fate.

However, things are going very smoothly. After much deliberation, and considering that the Founder Clan still held their power, Tangul finally decided to reveal the plan of Luck to the Elders of the Founder Clan.

Through what Tangul warned in advance, they have been able to put their troops in the most advantageous position to exert their greatest advantage. Now they are slowly reversing the situation, but they will eventually have the upper hand.

Tangul received the reward of being released from captivity and letting himself lead the troops to fight. This is really not a reward. It is thought that he will take his precious fur to take risks to keep the forge of the founder clan. However, considering all aspects, he still showed proper gratitude. There is still time to settle this insult in the future.

The burly storm commando, holding his own flag, opened a path for him to a huge magic stone refinery. For him, this is a dangerous place. Luck's army managed to occupy this huge building with tenacious resistance. They held their positions and resisted all weak counterattacks.

Under normal circumstances, when the war is fierce, Tangul will not be close to it, but this is by no means normal. He knew that if he could manage to enter the refinery, he would get a lot of purified magic stones, even war stones, which is exactly what he needs and desires. In the past few days, due to lack of sleep, he began to have severe headaches and tremor spasms. The lack of it made him feel weak.

Of course, with it, his magic power will become endless again. If he wants to get freedom from this cursed northern kingdom and return to the safe magic city, he needs this. For many reasons, he needs these things, he wants to make sure he gets them.

A group of bloody, howling clan collided with his bodyguard, and red cloth was tied to their foreheads, indicating their loyalty to Luck. Tangul felt his scent glands tighten as they cut off the claws of the storm commandos.

A mad man spitting foam frosted almost to Tangul's feet. Tangul faced him face to face and cut him down with his claws. This clan warrior's claws were caught in a gut from a storm commando who had his internal organs cut open, which helped Tangul a little. In any case, this is not important. Tangul is convinced that he can solve him in any form of battle. This is just that the Demon Lord used this method to show people that the Prophet Tangul was again favored by him.

Luck, Tangul thought, when I put my claws on you, you will pay for it!

When he gazed down at the battle on the street below through the arched windows of the refinery, Luck thought that things were not going well. He could recognize the horned head of the prophet Tangul, and he was struggling in this direction. Luck realized that if the timid former owner dared to show up now ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ his situation must be bad. Luck finds all this frustrating.

For a while, everything seems to be going smoothly. Although the Founder Clan seemed to have an incredible understanding of his plan, his admirers, driven entirely by fanatical fury, still successfully defeated their oppressors.

Lake knows no doubt that this proves that there are traitors among his followers. He quickly executed all his highest-ranking men, but he did not know why, but he failed to restore the morale he deserved. The enemy still seemed to know his plan. After slaughtering more than a hundred suspicious followers with tacit understanding, it failed to stop this betrayal, and it is puzzling that it even seemed to have a harmful effect on the morale of his admirers .

Despite this, they managed to retain most of the early results until the traitors again defected back to the caster clan's camp, weakening the strength of his army. It now appears that all of Luc's grand plans are going to fail.

It seemed that it was time to escape. Fortunately, he has taken precautionary measures long ago, and he has been carefully exploring secret escape routes from refineries and cities. After all, this sounds like the most superficial common sense among ratmen. He was not the first Ratman leader in history to fail due to the inferior qualities of his followers.

Yes, Luck thought, and he should soon leave. He understands that fighting and running are just to enable him to live to complete the next conquest. Perhaps he has a place in the evil army marching south.