Dawn of the Grey Tower

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The catfish's third attack came very quickly, and it seemed to be aware that the two people on the tadpole's back were difficult to deal with, and the underwater predators were smart and did not leave the water to attack. Accompanied by the violent impact, three-quarters of the tadpole's body was lifted up, and the force used for the impact was more than twice as large as before.

The sense of weightlessness struck again, and the gray robe had been prepared. He endured the pain in his left hand just now, barely took off his boots, touched the soles of his feet directly with the back of the tadpoles, and used magic to bond the skin together, and then the breath of dawn Hanging around the waist, the whole person kneels down, maximizing the contact with the platform in a nearly prostrate posture.

Even so, the strength of the catfish threw him into a standing position and then patted him on the tadpole's back again. Although the soft amphibian skin absorbed most of the damage, the force of the swing still gave him the illusion that his legs would be torn off.

Then the gray robe realized that if he could guarantee his position so reluctantly, what would happen to the leader? He just had no choice but no chance to warn him.

As a result, the situation seemed to exceed Cheese's expectation. When he raised his head, the leader stood calmly on the spot, but there was a lot of mucus on his body, and the tadpole skin at his feet was still trembling.

I haven't seen it with his own eyes, but the mage quickly understood how the opponent got rid of the fate of being thrown off. He must have jumped up at the same time the catfish collided, and then used techniques such as tumbling to reduce the impact of falling.

This kind of thing is not impossible, at least cheese can be sure, as long as warriors like Lothar and Atta can do it well, the only obstacle is that the soft skin of the tadpole will absorb the power of jumping.

Now is not the time to be surprised by the leader’s skill. The catfish’s strategy is correct, even correct to despair. As long as it keeps hitting the tadpole’s body, the two cheeses on the water really can’t give it any more substance. Sexual harm.

Moreover, the size of the tadpole is obtained by absorbing water. Under the continuous impact, it is not guaranteed that any attack will cause it to spit out the river water in the body. At that time, the catfish only needs to open its mouth to connect the tadpole. Take the cheese and swallow them in one bite.

This kind of future is something they don't want to see. There are only two paths for them at the moment, or they can abandon the tadpoles under their feet and find another place in the torrent. Or, they can only find a way to force the catfish to give up attacking the tadpole itself, and this persecution must be able to develop an effective blow to it, at least if the monster is injured, it is possible to retreat.

The leader and the cheese are not dull. Although they think differently, they quickly come to the same conclusion about the situation. The chief pointed his finger down, then pointed to the surface of the water, and finally lifted the knife slightly. The meaning was very clear, that is to let the cheese force the catfish out of the water, and he would inflict severe damage on it.

The idea is good. For this warrior who can't use spells, this is the limit he can do. It's just that the cheese can't complete this division of labor with confidence. The fast-moving water itself is an unfettered substance for spells. At every point in the torrent, there are thousands of drops of water passing through in an instant, and he can't find the exact cast object.

This is why the cheese can only release spells to the catfish when it jumps out of the water. The splashes that are splashed out of the water are relatively fixed and can be barely targeted. But across a layer of water, the gray robe was not good at attacking the giant catfish.

Hit, happen again, once, twice.

Even if the cheese had a gray robe, his body was wet from the splashing drinking water, and his eyes could hardly be opened because of the irritation of the dirty water. The leader was even more embarrassed. In the first few times, he was able to keep his balance with his keen insight, but as the catfish became more and more violent, no matter how dexterous the warrior was, he couldn't avoid it forever.

In the worst case, he had even rolled to the edge of the platform. If it hadn't been for the nine-ring knife to pierce the tadpole's back deeply, he might have been washed away by the current. However, frequent wounds also exacerbate the damage of tadpoles. The more wounds on its skin, the more water is lost.

Now the range of the platform they can stand on is already two laps smaller than it was at the beginning. If you let it go, the alien beasts carrying them will reach the limit sooner before their bodies reach the limit. The loss of the underwater platform at that time, whether it was a catfish or anything else, was enough to make the two famous figures in the upper city disappear silently.

At this time, they couldn’t help thinking about how the rushing early builders built the city in such a violent river, and what was their purpose? Is the city aggravating the fierceness of the water here, or is it its originality? That's it.

Sigh, can't solve the problem. Practical method ability. Cheese wiped the dirt off his face with his sleeve, trying to find the vibrancy in the shaking. In front of him, the leader nearly fell again, and the catfish's fins just swept past him, looking terrible. Wait, why is that thing attacking them?

Seeing the other party crawling back to the platform embarrassedly, the mage seemed to have grasped something in his mind. He lowered his head and looked at the lantern whose light was weakened by being pressed under him. Maybe they have a way to get that thing up, but just like the preparations they need to do when fishing, they need bait.

The bold plan quickly took shape in Cheese's mind, and his eyes showed fierceness. Now is not the time to make careful calculations. The chances are originally slim and unusual. Even if the plan only creates a little possibility, it is enough to give it a try.

Thinking of this, there was a blue light in Gray Robe's eyes. Thanks to the continuous impact, a thin layer of river water had accumulated on the tadpoles' backs. They were relatively stable targets. The mage stretched his hand into the green river water, letting the leader who fell from the air slipped in his direction, invisibly guiding the opponent to move closer to him.

This plan requires communication to proceed, and even if they don’t want to, they all have to collaborate.

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The leader, should have noticed that his direction was being guided in the middle of the roll~www.readwn.com~, but he did not resist, and gladly came to the cheese. At this distance, he can kill the gray robe with a single blow, and he also believes that the other party will not be defenseless. Then, what kind of surprise will the wizard bring to himself?

Cheese understands the current situation of the two. His voice cannot be conveyed in the rapids. If he wants to express the complete meaning, he must use other means. Seeing that the leader was close to the arm's reach, the gray robe gritted his teeth, hoping that the opponent would not use his outstretched hand as a sign of offense. He opened his palms and stretched them towards each other, with blood stains in his palms.

The man with the different pupil saw the spell in the gray robe's hand. He hated the spell, but he also understood that he could kill more wizards if he survived. So despite ten thousand reluctances, he still finished a high-five with the cheese with his free left hand.

A high-five is enough. The sudden additional information in his mind made the leader's eyes widen for a moment. He was also astonished by the opponent's crazy plan, especially when the plan needed to be completed by himself.

The chief turned over, slowed down his speed with the blade as a buffer, then took the lantern handed to him by the cheese, and bit it in his mouth.

After making a gesture of violently swiping the fingers of his left hand across his neck, the gang leader slid to the edge of the platform with the breath of dawn.