The Legend of Fatality - Chapter 871

The White Boar Tavern is crowded. The air smelled of beer, musty sweat, and smoke from the pipe. The roaring conversation of the drunkards and the bragging of the newly arrived warriors almost deafened Bai En’s ears. But he did not complain.

At this moment, he needs the pleasant warmth in the tavern to help him forget the dark knights he faced and fought. In some ways, in retrospect, they are even more terrible than they were at the time.

He couldn’t deny that they were there now, outside the city. He has seen them and fought them. It’s one thing to imagine their existence. It’s another thing to know that you will fight them soon. And another thing that is completely certain is that a huge army of dark warriors is approaching the city.

He looked around, wondering if Angelica was present. Part of him wanted her to be away. Recently, they have returned to the pattern of fierce quarrel and enthusiastic reconciliation in the past.

The relationship between the two is good, but Bai En feels that he can live without having to endure these conflicts. In any case, there will be many such things happening soon in his life, but not in his love life. . Now, all he wanted was to get some peace and tranquility before the inevitable storm.

At the same time, he was a little disappointed that she was not here. He wondered if she was with Eisenheim-Schneider again. If so, maybe she just wanted him to be jealous, or something more serious happened

He smiled sadly. If it is the former, he has to admit that it is working. On the other hand, he couldn’t tell what she was doing. Angelica was not particularly guilty when doing these things.

However, she is a woman after all, and Bai En sometimes thinks that women do these things almost instinctively. He finally decided that this is not the time for him to worry. It should be time to drink.

As he suspected, Snowry and the other dwarves were also present, and they did not look awake at all. They are likely to have been drinking since they got up this morning. A dwarf drinks beer like a fish drinks water.

Snowry is a very big dwarf, and his appearance is more terrible than that of Gray Rogan. His nose was broken, reset numerous times, and one ear was ripped off. His hair was completely shaved, and several discolored nails nailed into his skull.

Bane didn’t know why Snowry did this, and he wasn’t sure how he did it without infection, but he did. It was at this time that Snowry was wrestling with another dwarf oathwrench, and it looked like he was about to win.

Snowry’s opponent is a young dwarf, he seems to be yelling, not talking. His hair was completely shaved, revealing his new tattoo, and his beard was cut short, only stubble. In any case, Bai En wondered if Uli had just become an oath-breaker soon. Maybe he can grow a better beard himself.

Another oathsman next to him may be the ugliest dwarf that Bai En had seen. He picked up a girl in a tavern, obviously unaware of all humans, and many dwarves were staring at him.

To be honest, Bai En was surprised that this girl would even touch someone who looked so disgusting. There was a terrible pile of warts on Bijoni’s face, and the lack of a few teeth made him repulsive like a gargoyle.

He noticed that Bai En was looking at him, he blinked at him, glanced at him, then leaned his head against the barmaid ’s chest and rubbed his beard back and forth. She giggled. Bai En looked away. Biccione is the most hopeless of these sworn oaths.

Bai En looked around and saw a group of strong men wearing heavy armor and wolf-skin cloaks on their shoulders. They sat at their tables and sang loudly while drinking, while pouring the ale one by one into the mouth. One of them saw Bai En and began to stare at him intently.

Bai En shrugged and looked away. He is not more interested in the templars of the Wolf God Temple than anyone who does not follow the Wolf God. Bai En thinks they are a group of fanatic paranoia, but he knows clearly that he can’t let them know this.

Although they may be vulgar, they are deadly warriors. As the army of evil gods approaches, every sword needs to be used to protect the city. He can’t be too critical of those who fight alongside him. Hope they will realize this soon.

There were many others present: Mrs. Casler ’s cavalry, mercenaries from Emperor Marnus and abroad. He seemed to hear the voice of the Tyrians and the vague accent of the Burtanians.

There seem to be soldiers from across the continent. He wondered why they got here so quickly. Rumors of war are almost impossible to reach the Marnus Empire, at least not yet.

Bai En told himself not to be so stupid. These people are not here to resist evil invasion. They came here, because this is a wild frontier, and there will always be people who will hire their own sword warriors, especially working close to the waste soil eroded by evil forces.

Most of them may be caravan guards or private armies belonging to a certain Kaslov nobility. Bai En looked at the arrogant, well-dressed man opposite him. He was surrounded by a group of burly thugs. He was sure that some of them were noble bodyguards traveling abroad from the Marnus Empire.

He wants to know why they are here. Who knows? There are always wealthy people who like to travel. Uukanshu.com also has scholars and mages who like to find new knowledge. Most of them come from the ruling class. Who else has the money to find such interest?

He tried to deny that some of these people might be spies of evil gods. But he knew it was too possible, but he did n’t want to think about it now.

Finally, when he was about to give up, he saw the face he wanted to see. Angelica Mogorova walked into the tavern with a worried expression on her face. Nevertheless, she is still pretty. She was tall and thin, but strong like steel, and her pale blonde hair was cut short again.

Her clear blue eyes stared at him and gave him a tight smile. She ignored the cold eyes of the mercenaries and went straight to him. He took her hand and pulled her to his side, only to feel a little bit of resistance.

This is not a good sign. But Angelica is one of the most elusive women he has ever seen. When he expects her to be gentle, she will become tough; when he thinks she will be cold, she will become gentle. He almost gave up the idea of ​​understanding her thoughts, but at least at this moment, he felt that he had some understanding of her troubles.

“Isn’t there any news yet?” Bai En summoned the most courage and asked in the softest voice.

“No,” she said, her voice flat, as if she had no emotion on purpose. He knew that she had inquired in guard rooms, hotels and various famous families, hoping to get news of her father. Since they boarded the ‘Glennell ’s Will’ and sailed south, she has not seen Ivan Petronovich Mogorova, nor has he heard of him.

This is not a good sign. Even considering the distance between the long hall and Prague, the old Boyar should be here now. Unless something terrible happened.