Dawn of the Grey Tower

Catch an amphibious, this is simple to say. The followers of Frogwalker are not the most powerful among the three evil gods of the river, but they are always more popular than the gods of the Wet Soul, which has only a few believers. What's more, through Jung's three-word introduction, a strict sect composed of amphibians dominated, mortal preachers to recruit believers, and large-scale peripheral believers has been in front of us, and wants to be arrested in such a sect. How easy is it for their senior staff?

What's more, if the cult behind is only folk beliefs or weaker elves, then people like Cheese and Jung can do whatever they want, but behind this cult is a frogwalker, an open preacher and develop himself The Cthulhu of the dependents, if things make a big deal, it will inevitably lead to his counterattack. That would turn the cart before the horse.

"Do you have any plans? Since this city is regarded by you as a plant in the garden, you must have a way to let us achieve our goal." Cheese said, looking at the mummy in the cage, all said ironically.

The blood family heard the mage's ridicule, but he had no intention to say anything to the cheese on this issue. This was the vision gap brought by race. In the eyes of the mage, everything in this city is constantly changing, and every reasonable result will lead to more reasonable results, so that in the end, although every clue is reasonable, many reasons are entangled and changed. Unreasonable.

This is not the case for Jung. Whether he is an elf or a blood race, he has a long life. In this state, he can choose not to act immediately, but wait for the right time to leverage the event to achieve his goal. .

The two have different starting points for thinking, and it is not surprising that the attitudes are very different. Jung can understand this, and he has understood it long ago. Therefore, the kinsman just smiled faintly, and replied, "The general cultists have only a few opportunities to get in touch with the amphibians. They regard it as the supreme honor. But since the cult is to develop, it definitely needs motivation, so Honor can be bought with money. As long as you pay enough property to the cult, the cult will arrange for devout believers to directly contact the amphibians to reveal their beliefs. But this is all rhetoric, and I don’t think that Something half-human, half-frog can do good things alone."

When the two were talking, a little bat flew in from the gap in the curtain, hung upside down on the fingers of the blood family, and then turned into a cloud of blood and was sucked into the nose by Jung.

This is a common way of transmitting messages between vampires. The advantage is that it can transmit content outside the language and is extremely clear. The disadvantage is that the bat as the carrier may be intercepted. In addition, blood families of different blood lines cannot be absorbed by means. Read the contents. However, this is not a problem for the two Barak blood races who are familiar with the terrain and the relationship between the converted and the converted.

"It seems that we have already found the lucky person who is about to be taught tonight. You have to be thankful that this is a torrent. There is never a shortage of rich people, and there is no shortage of rich people who believe in cults. If you change to something else. Locally, such ceremonies may not be held so intensively. But to be honest, the share of one person a day is too frequent for a religious group. They did not consider the mystery of religion at all. When I first investigated them, I thought that because of this. This is just a scam group that deceives money and money until they get bigger and bigger." Jung shrugged and said why there was a ceremony just today.

"You mean, let's find the guy who should have undergone a separate ceremony first and take his place in that ceremony?" Cheese immediately realized what the vampire was thinking about. This was indeed the easiest way. There is no safest way to meet the amphibians through the means of the cult, and no one can let the vassals of the evil **** relax their vigilance more than an ignorant believer.

"To be precise, I went to the ceremony. You have to act as my support to create chaos in the dark. This is not difficult for a powerful mage, right?" Jung said jokingly. This can be regarded as an expression of sincerity, creating chaos and going deep into the enemy line. You don't have to think about knowing which is simpler and which is more dangerous. The blood race took the initiative to undertake the difficult task and showed its determination.

Cheese had no objection, he was indeed an expert on Cthulhu issues, but he also had to admit that in the city of Rushing, few people were more familiar with everything than the owner of Youhe Tavern. Besides, letting Gray Robe come into close contact with the cultists is hard to guarantee that there will be no problems. Although he told Jung that his Cthulhu power comes from the study of them, in fact he himself is more powerful than any amphibious. The consciousness of the walker is watching here, and the possibility of finding clues in the cheese is very high. In contrast, the excellent transformation ability of vampires allows them to perform most infiltration tasks, not to mention that the time of the ceremony is at night.

Kraft felt a little hot, and this kind of unusual excitement had been fermenting on him for several days. Since the priest personally informed him of the date of the holy celebration, he looked forward to the stars and the moon waiting for this day. Finally, everything is about to change. He is about to face the messenger of the great god. He is very sure that his soul will be sublimated in this meeting. Maybe one day, he will be selected by the **** to become a member of the glorious messenger.

When he woke up early in the morning, Kraft put on the clean and spotless robe, and his footsteps were a little vain because of his fast. He cut off meat and fishery at first. Until three days ago, he stopped eating and only relied on drinking water to sustain his life. This was supposed to be an extremely painful process, but today, he only feels that his body is as light as nothing, as if a gust of wind can take him Blow to heaven.

Whether this special experience comes from fasting or excitement, or just an illusion caused by excessive weakness, Kraft doesn't care. He has sold all his property and dedicated everything to the frog god. He has no more concerns in this filthy world, and only hopes to step into the river to serve his eternal master as soon as possible. This day is coming. Through today's ritual, he will rise and evolve!

Walking out of the temporarily rented ruined house~www.readwn.com~ The haggard-faced man in his forties had a feverish look in his eyes. He seemed to have stepped into the water, surrounded by those noble gods. Pedestrians on the road avoided this seemingly mentally abnormal human being. What do they know? They are just poor guys, blinded by the world in front of them.

Only a person like him who is full of wisdom and courage can be appreciated by the Frog God, able to... wait, why didn't these two people avoid me? Don’t they know that I am about to be baptized noble...

"Sorry, we are doctors. This patient ran out of the clinic this morning. Excuse me." Jung explained kindly to the people who looked here. The clothes on his body and the temperament between his eyebrows easily won the trust of most people. As for the small number of people who still had doubts, they also chose wisely as if they hadn't seen turning around and were busy with their own affairs.

"Sure it's this guy." The cultist who had fainted on his shoulders with Cheese asked a question that he knew the answer for a long time. As for the mental state of this man, he might be surprised if he said that he was not.

"Yes, it's him. Let's find a hidden place and let me figure out what he looks like."

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