Dawn of the Grey Tower

Small villages after the war are full of death and destruction. Without a complete building, without a haystack that is not on fire, all the residents have disappeared along with the war in the shouting. Once the scale of the war rises to the country and even the race, there will be no war Kindness. Just like people don't care about killing ants that invade their rooms, no one feels guilty about killing an alien gathering place in war. The people lying on the ground are no longer humans, but only some soulless pieces of meat. Countless crows fall on every roof and every fence of the village. What they see in their eyes is how small they are. Food that the brain can't count.

Blood and water are stirred together turbidly, and the color in each puddle is doubtful. The cowhide shoes with excellent workmanship stepped on the muddy dirt road, and its owner does not seem to care that these expensive leather shoes become dirty. The stranger walking in the desert village alarmed the crows who tasted the food. When this figure in gray robe walked by, those greedy birds that ate carrion would rise from the ground like a cloud of black clouds.

The lone figure seemed to be searching for something in the village, but when it was searching, he did n’t seem to have a rummage plan. The man was walking slowly in the village, and the line of sight under the hood looked around casually. The terrible scene in the village is not half discomfort. But no matter what this person is looking for, he may be hard to get a satisfactory answer in this destroyed village with no possibility of repair. And he seems to realize this too.

As the gray-robed man was about to leave the ruin and walk towards a carriage not far away, a slight noise attracted him. The gray robe can be sure that the noise was not made by a crow, but in this place like hell, what else can there be besides the crow? No matter what the sound was, it always gave the gray robe some hope. He walked slowly to the place where the noise came, it was a well that appeared to be buried by debris.

Removed those seemingly heavy debris from the well with gloved hands. This gray-robed man's power is obviously much greater than the average adult. In the process of removing these debris, the dust and debris originally attached to the debris inevitably fell into the well below. A coughing sound that was obviously suppressed but failed made the gray robe know that he was right. local. There is a child hidden in this well.

The sudden sunlight shining into the well made the child who was originally hiding in the well very uncomfortable. He blocked his eyes with his hand that was not holding the well rope. The child has black hair and yellowish skin unlike most parts of the mainland. All these made the gray robe people sure that the child who had escaped in a bucket was the last orphan of the village.

With the attitude of final confirmation, the gray robe spoke to the little boy in the well in some local language with some accents.

"Child, look at me." There seems to be magic in his voice. The child in the well almost instinctively put down the hand in front of him in accordance with the gray robe, and when his black eyes looked towards When the gray robe, the corner of the mouth under the gray robe raised slightly. Very good, it seems that there is no problem with hearing and vision.

"Listen to the kid, what you say next is what you say. If you can repeat what I said, I will get you up from the well and give you food and drink. Do you understand?" Said indifferently, and when he noticed that the boy's pupils contracted slightly when he mentioned eating and drinking, he knew that the other party understood his own words.

Next, a series of grotesque sounds of unknown significance were emitted from the mouth of the gray robe. This sound is obviously not the language he used just now, and in fact, most of the languages ​​in the world do not arrange these tones and pitches in this way. The combination method makes the original sound that is not difficult to utter independently become extremely mouthful when used continuously.

The boy tried to listen to every syllable said by the man in the well. He no longer knew how long he had been hiding under the well. Now he is too hungry and tired, and he can't even climb up the well. So the promise of the gray robe is undoubtedly the only way out for him to continue to live. The grotesque voice of the gray robe didn't last long, probably only about five seconds, but just writing down the five-second pronunciation has consumed most of the child's energy.

A few minutes later, when the gray-robed people's patience was about to be worn away so that they doubted whether the child was a dumb boy, the boy in the well spoke. There were no extra prayers, no questions that would not be answered, he began to repeat what the gray robe said just as soon as he opened his mouth. Maybe it's because of thirst. No one knows how long this child has been hanging here. His voice is extremely hoarse. Even on some syllables, he will break or lose his voice ~ www.readwn.com ~ but gray The expression on the robe's face soon changed from impatient to surprise, and then to ecstasy.

Because this kid recounted the paragraph he just said, it was recapitulated! The endless mystery is on the top. No trained magic apprentice can retell the curse he just said by a third at a time. It is already a gift for excellence, and this child was first exposed to this special pronunciation method. Under the circumstances, it is perfect to repeat it. Suddenly, this gray-robed man felt that he walked alone through most of the world, and it was worth following the prophecy to come here.

In this ecstasy, the gray robe lifted the bucket where the child was sitting from the well three or two times, and when taking the boy out of the bucket, he was extremely cautious to the extreme, fearing injury The child's body. The gray robe did not ask what the child was called, and who else was in the family, because the moment the child was found by the gray robe, these things had nothing to do with him. He did n’t need the previous name, nor did he need those. He will be his first apprentice from today.

"Listen, kid" After handing the water bag and white bread with clear spring water to the boy, the gray robe said to him, "From now on, your name will be called ..."

"Ah!" With a scream, the cheese suddenly woke up from the dream. His head was sore, as if there were a group of drunken dwarf miners in it. This forced the cheese to close his eyes and squeeze his temples with both hands to dispel the pain.

"Hahaha, poor little guy, do you think your headache is like a group of drunken dwarf miners binged inside?" A happy and old voice came from the mage's not far away.