Dawn of the Grey Tower

Text Chapter 526 Chaos (7) Turn the tide of war

The regrouping team really triggered some chain reaction. After sensing that the ghouls began to gather their formation and marching firmly in the direction of departure in the quagmire of flesh and blood, the various gangs originally stood idly by and let them slaughter their bosses. I can't sit still anymore.

They can allow casualties, even a large number of casualties, because most of the people who died here were marginal members of the gang or pieces that could be abandoned, but it is undeniable that even these abandoned pieces are important assets of the gang. They are here today. With so many bets, you must not lose everything.

A typical gambler mentality, but these people are just gamblers.

Pressure is coming from all directions. The cheese and others under the protection of the ghoul army can also clearly feel that some kind of change has taken place in the enemies who came to stop them, perhaps it is the equipment, or the weapon, or it is facing the ghoul's hideous teeth. Shi still firmly wields the sharp blade.

These enemies, who are still firmly blocking the team's advancement, are obviously different from the previous mobs who were promised wealth and status. Although it is difficult for the cheese to call them a regular army after seeing the highly militarized Cangshi troops and the nomadic army which is naturally organized because of the tribal life, they are also very close.

They are desperadoes, real gangsters, even in street gangs, such people are still scary, so their status in the gang is very delicate. After all, gangs still take survival as the most important task. If it cannot guarantee the lives of its members, who will join such an organization?

But gangs are not serious business after all, and organizations that use violence as a means of survival must have people loyal to violence, and desperadoes are among the best. They are either naturally perverted, or in times of change, or addicted to psychedelic mushrooms or other hallucinogens. In short, these people are like weakened version of berserkers, without the physique of a warrior, but with desperate bravery.

The gang leaders who are really good at making use of these heavenly soldiers all know the same truth. You can't expect collaboration between desperadoes. They don't get used to each other as long as they don't stab each other in the fire, and they will be considered a victory.

Therefore, in order to exert its true power, it is necessary to cleverly mix these desperadoes into it, and it is best to mix them with those they know themselves. It's like no one at the wine table can drink alone to get drunk, but as soon as there is a drinker, it is hard to say who can leave the table sober. The battlefield and the wine table have similarities. As long as a desperate person in the crowd provoked blood, it is likely to create a large number of temporary desperadoes.

The man with his mouth not only crying but also laughing, holding two pig knives, rushed towards the ghoul soldier without an inch of his upper body. The heavy meat cleaver used to chop bones and bones is not a trivial use to cut leather armor. Almost instantly, the ghoul’s shoulder armor was reduced by half, and the lunatic’s abdomen was torn open enough to make The terrible wound from the intestines.

If ordinary people are injured like this, they will naturally be frightened and run around holding their own intestines. But the desperado didn't care. Even if his stomach was exposed, he still stuck out his tongue and brandished a steel knife. He opened his bow from left to right and took the soldier's neck straight.

Ghouls are not immortal. They are ferocious predators, but they are also flesh and blood. Weapons that can kill humans can naturally kill them. The so-called specialized evolution of skin that is three times thicker than humans may be able to play an excellent role in the era of underdeveloped weapons, but the sharpness of steel has long made this subtle difference no longer important.

As a result, blood splashed, and the big head flew high like a stopper squeezed out of the bottle.

"Kill! Haha, kill!"

Death has very different effects on both sides in the battle. As far as the ghouls are concerned, they must shrink their formation to maintain the impact of the team. As far as the gangs are concerned, they realize that these monsters that feed on human flesh are not unkillable, they will also fall, and they have nothing to fear.

The battle situation has become more unpredictable between this ebb and flow. Unlike the previous slaughter, now is the time to fight.

The more such a situation, the more unfavorable it is for the cheeses. The atmosphere of the battlefield is driven in both directions. More and more ghouls are driven by the morale of their opponents, revealing their wild side. But the beasts can't rush out of the cage. To lead the herd to find a way to survive, you must have a cool head.

Cheese's mind has always been very calm, even a little cold. He swept across the battlefield indifferently, and unconsciously touched the dragon flute hanging beside the scimitar. After this period of repair and maintenance, it should be able to withstand the impact of the dragon flame once, for the last time. If the progress is really not smooth, he will take it off if he can't say it. Please breathe another breath in Migo, who is far away in the dragon's back.

But that also means that the relationship between him and Migo will come to an end. The dragon flute is not only a tool and magic item for their communication, it also penetrates both humans and dragons from the time when the cheese was a child. A species, the bond between two individuals. Thinking of this, the mage's hand was still placed on the scimitar. But after all, he didn't draw out the weapon, so what's the point? He is a gray robe, and spells are his home court.

"Secretly casting spells, this is another new topic."

Fanfare and majestic spells are bound to attract the enchanting magic sound of the nine-ring sword. To cast the spell smoothly, the cheese must not only be fast, but also be careful.

There is only one chance. If this spell cannot completely change the situation of the battle, the next time the spell is cast, it is likely to be interrupted. But is this a challenge for him? The magical aura did not light up from the bottom of my eyes this time.

The inspiration for this spell came from two sources, the mage Wei Ya from the energy-shaping school of the City of Ten Thousand Dharma, and the gray robe named the alchemist. Combining sculpting with alchemy can only be done by cheese, a spellcaster who knows a little about all schools of spells.

This is not an easy task, because energy shaping spells are in the control of invisible energy, while alchemy focuses on the transformation between matter~www.readwn.com~ They should be the two most alienated and even opposites in the spell. Genres. But in the eyes of Cheese, these two spells are similar in the depths.

Scimitar, unsheathed. But instead of swinging at the enemy, he lay flat and horizontal, and then swiped in the palm of his left hand, just to dye the blade red. Blood is part of his body and an excellent medium for man-made connections.

The knife is the object of communication in this medium. The first thing that worked was the transformation of alchemy. Cheese had done a similar thing before, turning part of the blood in the body into poisonous venom or acid, and this time it was the same.

The good scimitar and the sharp blade disappeared quickly, turning into pitch black and dim, as if it had been shelved for several years. It is a sacrifice and the source of plastic energy.

"Huh!" In one breath, the scimitar was blown away, turning into countless rust residues, floating and floating around.

As if they have some kind of gravitational force, when these iron filings are floating in the air, they will move closer to objects made of metal. In this case, most of them are swords, perhaps because the materials made of swords are the closest to their original appearance. .

And when the iron filings encounter the blade, a disease-like phenomenon occurs, and the dark red markings like snowflakes grow rapidly as if there are life. When a certain limit is reached, the weapon breaks up and turns into more iron filings. Without weapons, no matter how fierce the fanatics are, they can't show their original combat power.

The initiator of all this, sitting on the horseback with close eyes, holding the hilt of the machete in his hand, controlling the range of those iron filings with his mind, carefully making them avoid their own weapons.

at this time…

"Ding~" The copper ring sound was crisp and melodious.

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