Dawn of the Grey Tower

The cold water is already warm in the abdomen, and it is even mixed with fish to form a fuel that can make people move forward. The fire was gradually extinguished, and the bonfire that relied on hay to burn could not last long. The cheese inevitably had parts that were not cooked when eating those fish. But now is not the time to pick and choose. There is something to eat and water to drink. It is already the spirits who treat him well. The mage has every reason to believe that he has n’t offended them too much. Otherwise, let alone catch a fish by fire, I ’m afraid he might starve to death here. Of course, this may also be because the influence of the spirits on the dunya may not be so subtle.

Anyway, he survived, and he shouldn't touch death again at any time. There is nothing to complain about. The priority now is not to look back, but to think about the next move. The breeze, with hot air blowing across the grass, was clearly mixed with coolness when the wind was clearly set off, but now I can't feel it at all. After all, the grasslands in midsummer are hotter than Cang Lion ’s near the ice sheet.

The cheese rips off his clothes and lets the wind blow into his chest. He is used to the cold and bitter cold. This gentle warmth makes people's state of mind calm down naturally. Tribe, he is not going to go back, without him, although ordinary people do not know what happened last night, but shamans must know that the giant is not Alai. If even the spirits expressed dissatisfaction with him, the mage could easily think of the emotions that mortals serving them would receive themselves. That would make it difficult for White Wolf to do it. Now, he is no longer a popular guest. Those who cause problems should leave in a fun way.

Is it worth it? Although there was an absolute difference between the giant last night and the real cheese, it was easy to move around, and the mage himself knew that he would never give up the gray robe under the conditions. To be honest, the moment the spirit of the eagle grabbed the gray robe, he already regretted it. This is actually quite unreasonable. He did n’t miss the tower of the Valley City; the room in the gray tower was regarded as a prison. It seemed that nothing in the world could tie this gray robe. He wanted to leave, except With force and friendship, there is nothing to keep him. Why do people who are so free and easy, such people who don't care about things, have to be attached to this robe?

"You are my prison, right?" The cheese whispered to the gray robe in his hand. But even though he used a prison to describe the dress, the mage's eyes were extremely soft. The deepness of the softness was nostalgia, and he was fascinated by the robe. Gray robe, naturally will not have such a tempting ability, which is contrary to the original intention of its production. So this attachment is the cheese's own.

What is he really attached to? If this kind of thing can be explained clearly, it will not be really persistent. People often have difficulty seeing what they really want, but give up everything for what they want. Such a person is not a relief, because he always has a thought to think about and pursue, and he will not realize the pain before he gets it. The most feared thing is that they really got the thing. When they look back, they will find that they have lost much more than they got, and he is only left with devastation behind him. Desire is not bad, it is bitter; long-sought and end is not necessarily not.

Whether it is bitter or not, why is it bitter? Such a problem is not important to the current cheese. Rather than cling to the gray robe, he cares more about his robe being dirty. This is also inevitable, although the magic on the gray robe can remove dust and dirt, but the magic requires energy sources. If the person wearing the gray robe is an ordinary person, the effect of this magical robe will not be used. It's just a piece of durable clothes. Not to mention, this robe has been away from the cheese for one night. Even if the energy in it has not been exhausted, it will not be given priority for cleaning.

It is also easy to clean the robe. If it is usually, just need to infuse the magic of the cheese a little, or put the robe on the body, it will naturally remove the stains attached to it. But now, the cheese dare not do this, he has just experienced the magic hole, who knows what the magic inside him is at this time? What if this magic happens to be the last one? Is n’t that ridiculous?

Fortunately, there was a small river in front of the mage. Since he can fish in the river, he can certainly wash his clothes in the river. Thinking of this, the cheese stood up, and the boots he took off when he caught the fish didn't wear it back anyway. So he walked into the river with bare feet, spread out the gray robe, and let the water slowly soak it. It's strange to say, obviously it doesn't look so dirty, but the water washed with gray robes is indeed muddy and visible to the naked eye, leaving a long trace in the river before being diluted and dissipated again. Feeling the water flowing between the hands and feet, the Master's eyes gradually solidified.

"The turbulent clear waters, my sleeves." The singing voice, with the broad spirit unique to the prairie, is just the voice of the singer, a little bit hoarse. The cheese raised his head and wanted to find someone who sang. Where was there a creature larger than the ladybug besides him? At this time, the mage had no magic power, no magic vision, and the vision in front of him was very real, but he was a little strange.

"Yangyang shallow stream, wash my lapel." The voice came from the direction of the fish before the cheese was roasted. The mage narrowed his eyes, pretending to carelessly wash the clothes while approaching carefully. There are still many things hidden in the grass with high knees, including many dangerous things. However, in this world, the size of the body can still explain the problem. At least there is nothing in the knowledge of the cheese, which can speak and sing, and can hide in the grass and ambush yourself. In view of this, it's better to be careful not to do it at all. It's not his style to wait and die. It's not just natural curiosity that can bear it.

"Trickling long stream, take my crown cap. The crown cap floats and swims with Tao." One of the Master's two feet had stepped on the shore. He pretended to be dragging his clothes, deliberately turned his back to where the voice came from. In fact, his attention had long been locked in a place in the grass, where the song came. He can now run over as quickly as he can to unravel the mystery, but then there will inevitably be a risk of the gray robe being washed away, and he needs to be more patient.

"Whee, you can't get it back! Zhan Xiyuan, I don't know where. Zhan Xiyuan, I don't know where ..." The song broke. Because the cheese had dragged the robe to the shore and then ran over to clear the grass. The thing that was hidden in the grass and sang also showed its true meaning. A skull is the one that the mage mistakenly thought was a divinity. Where is it standing quietly on the ground?

Skeleton singing ~ www.readwn.com ~ This kind of thing sounds bizarre, but there are always similar stories everywhere, but most of them are nothing more than the wind making a roar or similar sound through the hollow of the skeleton , Speaking is singing, mostly due to the distortion of the listener's own heart. So, did the cheese that I just heard be a fantasy song in his mind? But so, why has he never heard this song? Not only hasn't I heard it, even the melody is unheard of. What's more, he just heard the human voice clearly, and he spoke clearly!

Reached out and grabbed the skeleton. The mage raised the hollow eyes to the level of his own eyes, "You can't see it, you are still a singer. I just don't know if there is a name for this song, so I can pass it on, or else I had to call it a skeleton song. "

There is no magic light, no strange wind, the skull's jaw opens naturally downward due to gravity, and then gently knocks on the upper jaw because of inertial return, "skeleton song, skeleton song, skeleton can still sing, there is leather What about meat? "

"Click!" The skull's jaw dropped. It's no wonder that this skeleton doesn't know how long it has been in the grass, even the hardest bones in humans can't help being washed away by time.

Qi blinked and looked at the skull without his jaw. Did it just talk again? Or is that and the previous singing just your own assumption? I do n’t know. I ca n’t tell clearly. I just feel top-heavy, I just feel the sky is turning. When the hand was loose, the skeleton fell into the grass. The feet slipped and the whole person fell into the grass.

Ah, I forgot to confirm that the fish are poisonous. Really, careless.

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