The Legend of Fatality

Chapter 99: Chaotic night

On the road to the pier, a carriage carefully moved forward in the newly rising mist.

"Damn dwarf." The driver said to the companion. "Every child must be compared."

"And still going to the port at night." The companion shook his head. "It's a neuropathy."

Even before the storm, I received the job of going to the pier, making the driver very dissatisfied. The driver finally stopped at the street entrance into the pier. He didn't plan to drive into the wharf. When the fog rose, one would drive the carriage into the sea without paying attention. Although this does not happen with his driving skills, he does not intend to waste energy for a silver coin.

Quickly dismiss the annoying dwarves, and then take the money and partners to find a service tavern is the thing to do before the storm.

"Dear guest. It's too dark and foggy, and my carriage can't enter the wharf." The driver leaned his head into the carriage and said excuses he had thought about long ago.

But there was no echo in the car, and the driver kept his posture motionless. His companion was curious about what the driver was doing, and pushed him gently, but he did not expect the driver to think about the ground straight. The companion saw the blood flowing from the driver's neck, even in the middle of the night.

The companion was terrified. He turned to leave the carriage and called for help, but he didn't know when he was standing under a heavily armed dwarf. When he saw the dwarf grinning, he jumped up and brandished a battle axe. He suddenly found himself getting higher--

"Throw the body into the sewer." Gortrige's voice came.

"We took the carriage to the wharf by ourselves, anyway, it's not far. Anyway, this thing may still be usable."

Gold Trigger slid back into the carriage and patted the carriage.

At night, when Fellini took his associates carefully to the pier and found that the cold air before the storm made the pier fog, the fog was gloomy in the air, he could only see the bricks and the feet not far away Cobbled road. This road led all the way to the pier, and Fellini breathed the coolness of the distant ocean, and made the air dull.

Ferini went down the road to the edge of the pier, and the sewage drain out of the port was exposed from below, and the sewage formed by blood-like warm excretion flowed into the thick seawater. He stared at the dock, his eyes gleaming under the oil lamp in his hand. This is his home, the most familiar home. He could see the hazy light from the oil lamp hanging on the side of the ship through the fog.

He can find any boat on the dock even with his eyes closed, which is why he was pushed to the vanguard position. Behind him are people gathered together, some skinny and ragged. Some are well-dressed silk.

Ferini knew it was coming, and it was almost there. After finishing this list, he didn't care about the treasure. Ten thousand gold coins can bring him a few inexperienced young women, fresh food, tailors, bathhouses and wine merchants. Maybe he will also open a bath, with the kind of bathhouse and bar. The watch at the King's Bath last time made people kick themselves out of the door, saying that they wouldn't receive the dross of the dock. Wait for yourself to open a bath that is cheaper than her and has more young women, and wait for her customers to come to their baths. Fellini began to imagine the expression on that watch.

"Boss." Said a man who followed him.

"What?" Fellini was annoyed that he interrupted his illusions, and he was tuning that watch.

The man did not speak, but pointed to the front. Fellini stopped, he saw several figures in the mist, and a whisper of uneasiness came across him. Fellini began to think about letting go of the bad luck in front of him or killing everyone he saw on the dock as planned.

When Fellini noticed that the fog began to dissipate as the night became deeper, he was looking for identifiable objects to judge whether his findings were correct. Behind him came the sound of the iron boots of the dwarf. Fellini did not expect the dwarf to be behind him. They seemed to rent a carriage. It's a luxury guy to ride on a horse-drawn carriage on the battlefield. Fellini shook his head, throwing away the thoughts in his mind. Turned around and looked at the guy walking behind.

"Why stop?" Asked the dwarf Gortrige who walked at the forefront.

"There seems to be someone in front." Fellini decided to be honest.

"Damn waste, remember the plan? Kill all the slugs on the pier." Galtrige gestured to the dwarves behind him, then turned to look at Fellini. "You'd better keep up, otherwise you will be fine when the last money is split."

After speaking, the dwarf Gortrige and the dwarf behind him formed a small square matrix, and moved towards the other party with a unified pace.

When Fellini thought about whether he would keep up, a few more people came later.

"What happened." The few people ran to Fellini and asked directly.

"There are a few people in front, the dwarves are going to kill them." Fellini pinched his nose, and he found that anyone dared to talk to himself in this tone.

"You go to support the dwarves. Let's go back and report." The few people came to the conclusion after a brief discussion.

Fellini found that several people ran back into the fog again without waiting for their answers. Annoyed, he gritted his teeth and thought that if he turned around, he would kill all the bastards.

"Boss, what shall we do?" Asked the man who had followed him all the time.

"What should I do? Of course, follow the group of iron winter melons! If it's dangerous, let's drill into the fog." Fellini ordered.

Then took someone to follow and could see the position of the dwarves, and no longer moved forward in one step.

"Someone in front." Halken returned to report.

"Solve it as planned." Giaryni replied in a cold tone.

"The number is a little too much, I'm afraid someone will run away." Halken added.

Giaryni understood the meaning of Halken. Turn around and let the flag-bearing officials around you raise the flag, ordering the spearman and crossbowman to form a square formation.

"I'll solve them from the front, you take people around, don't let them run away."

Halken nodded and got into the mist again to arrange his squadron to go behind the opponent.

When the dwarf Gortrige ’s phalanx advanced at a uniform pace, they quickly saw each other, especially after seeing a complete long-contradiced phalanx with a crossbowman with a heavy crossbow.

"Lift the shield!" Gortrige shouted in dwarf language.

The shout was not over yet. The first wave of crossbow arrows was nailed to the dwarf's shield. More than half of the crossbow arrows directly penetrated the shield. One of them almost blinded Galtrige's eyes, fortunately he hit the nose guard and flew, but the impact caused the nose guard to hit the dwarf's nose fiercely. Galtrige felt his nose sore and sore.

"The opponent's crossbow! Shield!" Gortrige shouted in a dwarf language with a strange nasal sound. "Retreat slowly!"

"Winding! Winding! Winding!" William McCain shouted loudly. "The next time you aim to shoot! Don't miss me anymore."

"The spearman! Take the shield and move forward!" Giarini ordered that he saw the fully armed dwarves and the shields in their hands, knowing that the crossbow arrows would not work for a short time. Then he found that the dwarf's square became a row, the shields were all in front, and began to retreat.

"Want to run? Spearman, withdraw the shield. Go forward in one step!" Giarini also changed as the dwarves evolved.

Gold Cuige felt that he was going to die here. He saw the opposite, at least ten times as many people. And fully armed, the level of the crossbowmen is also well trained, and no crossbow arrows are missed.

Gold Cuige is already ready to wait for the opponent to come near, give up the defense directly, rushed to kill a few plans. Unexpectedly, Fellini followed the dwarf's cry and instead followed.

Fellini heard the shouting of the dwarves. He knew that these were some slogans and the like when the dwarves were fighting. Considering that the front has been engaged, I should be able to pick up the leak. But when he saw the enemy, a row of crossbow arrows shot directly at his men. By the time he responded, at least one-third of his men had died, especially the person who had always been with him. His head was directly shot through by a crossbow arrow, taking away a large skull behind his head.

"Grass! How could he have a regular army! Everyone spread out! Fall out!" Fellini wanted to turn his head and run into the fog, but suddenly thought, this is the dock!

"Dive into the sea! Jump into the sea! Jump into the sea!" Fellini pulled the corpse on the ground as a human shield, and rushed towards the sea side of the pier. His subordinates heard his orders, and some of them shook their heads, but many of them obeyed his orders and rushed towards the beach.

This group of people helped him to block the second wave of crossbow arrows. At least four people died closer to him than the crossbow arrows. Fellini came to the edge of the pier and jumped hard. He could only pray that the other party's third crossbow did not fire so quickly. His prayer worked, he jumped into the water safely, and he saw several lucky people like him.

"Boss, what should I do now?" Asked one of the subordinates who were also soaking in the water.

"Where the **** do I--" Fellini suddenly thought of an idea. The premise is that the following three teams are at least as good as the opponent. "Go, go to the turret!"

Ferini took his men to the direction of the nearest turret.

Gall Cuige's nose was crooked, more than two dozen people, one-third of them died in one face-to-face, and even ran out without contacting each other. Fellini has only dead and seriously injured on the court. He saw a guy who apparently pretended to be dead, but he was shot by several crossbows without pretending to be long.

"Idiot." Gortrige scolded. The opponent's spearman was getting closer and closer, and Galtrige carried the giant axe behind his back and took off two throwing axes from his waist. Galtrige is going to kill one and earn one, and each dwarf of this axe has only four.

When the spearman was close enough to the dwarves, Galtrige suddenly shouted. "It's now! Cast an axe!"

He and his brother both had a flying axe in one hand, and the other four dwarves with shields could only throw with one hand. The eight-handed flying axe spun directly towards the opponent's front.

Most of the flying axe was blocked by the shield. Only the two handles thrown by Galtrige were cut on the shoulder of a spearman, but because of the protection of the armor, he did not lose his combat effectiveness. The other hand was slashed fiercely on the face of a crossbowman who was winding back, and Galtrige watched the crossbow man fall straight to the ground.

"One." He said.

"Damn." Giarini saw the dead crossbowman and felt distressed. He had only fifteen crossbowmen today, and the mage's face died before he even saw it. ~ Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Long Spearman, jogging forward with a shield, ten yards away from the enemy instead of advancing forward. "Gialyani decided to kill these nasty dwarves first. Although he didn't know who the enemies were suddenly bursting, but only these dwarves were more troublesome."

The spearman quickly entered the distance position and began to form a three-row horizontal array. The crossbowmen searched for the flaws exposed by the dwarf under the order of free aiming and shooting.

The dwarves became a small square again. Giardini found that the temporarily assembled spear could not pierce the dwarf's large metal-clad shield. In their small phalanx, there are also two guys who come out from time to time and wield double-edged giant axe to cut the spear pole.

Should have quickly resolved the dwarf's spear spike into a phalanx pushing the dwarf with a spear.

The crossbowmen soon made merits. Taking advantage of the gap created by the phalanx being pushed by the spear and the wooden pole, the captain of the crossbowmen shot his crossbow arrows into the eyes of a dwarf with a shield.

Galtrige didn't even discover the death of his companion for the first time. When he discovered that he had exposed his protective position while moving, it was found that Galtrige quickly picked up his fallen shield and added it to the square. . But the damage has already been caused. When the gap was created, the crossbowmen who changed the armor cone shot at the dwarf. In addition to Gortrige, all the dwarves were injured, and blood flowed along the armor cone on the armor. The drilled hole flowed out.

Galtrige was angry and anxious. Others didn't know what they were doing, why only the wasteful man, Fellini, was fighting. Then he heard the sound of muskets, only about five or six muskets. Damn, Galtrige doesn't understand who the other people are fighting and what the situation is, but he knows that they might not be able to support him before he dies.

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