Dawn of the Grey Tower

Whether the nose bone of the cheese is broken, this question has no meaning to the mage at this time. The unspeakable soreness from the nasal cavity and the blood flowing back into the airway made the cheese completely unable to resist. All he could do was press his face with his right hand and try to relieve the pain.

On the other side, Harold III's original intention was to use this attack to let the cheese release the left hand holding the edge of the axe. However, judging from the sense of restraint from the weapon, a single head hammer is obviously not enough to break the thorns growing from the witch's ring. Duke Blood Axe was not discouraged by this. He clearly saw the state of the current cheese. For this experienced warrior, the current mage was as weak as a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Buzz!" As the executioner's fist hit the mage's jaw, the harsh beep covered the cheese's hearing, and the impact of the head's successive blows continued to infest the mage's brain. When the consciousness of the cheese was about to blur, some of his protection mechanisms were activated.

This protection mechanism does not come from other people. As a caster, in many cases the loss of consciousness is not much worse than death. Unfinished spellcasting and the interrupted magic operation may destroy its owner instantly. So as a qualified mage, the cheese, like his colleagues, will apply some protective measures to his consciousness to prevent this situation.

Of course, the limitation of this kind of measure is very big, this kind of protection means can only take effect when certain pre-set situations occur. This is why cheese cannot maintain its consciousness in the flesh and blood streets. But now, when the cheese is about to lose consciousness due to the blow of the jaw, this spell still plays its role.

The preset magic power controls the mage's right hand to complete a series of gestures uncontrollably. When the last cheese releases his right hand, an invisible force bursts out along his body surface! This force was so powerful that it shattered the clothes of the mage while knocking Harold III's body away from the cheese. Only the robe from the Grey Tower was left to save the mage from the embarrassment of being naked.

"Bang!" Grand Duke Blood Axe, who was knocked away by the invisible force, was thrown for about twenty steps and fell to the ground. He looked at the gray robe with an incredible face, although the cheese was also cast Some spells, but logically speaking, this direct cast should not hurt him holding the witch hunt knife. And he also noticed that his weapon, the hand of Hearn, was not blown along with it, and the battle axe was still firmly held in the hands of the cheese.

The mage with only a gray robe on his knees was half kneeling on the ground, and the blood flowing from his face dripped to the ground to form a small pool of red stains. While protecting the cheese, the magic is quickly recovering his damage, although the price is that it will inevitably be accompanied by the wizard's weakness for a period of time.

Jack, who had just prepared to rush to save people just now, saw that the cheese had stabilized the situation again and stopped halfway. At the same time, only he noticed among all the people present that when the cheese was hit by Harold's heavy boxing, for a moment, the magic color in the eyes of the mage became extremely chaotic. It was only after a very short time that the magic in the eyes of the cheese returned to normal. Under the grey robe that Jack couldn't see, the countless dense runes of the neck and back of the cheese were gradually dimming.

"Hoo ..." With a breath full of his own blood smell, the cheese finally regained consciousness under the influence of the protective spell he applied. At the same time, the mage was really deeply aware that even if Harold was not using a witch hunt, his physical fitness and reaction ability might not be comparable to him. The arrogance that had been burning after being baptized by the raindrops of the first rain was also extinguished here.

"Well, it seems that the teacher is indeed right. The wizard should be like a wizard." The cheese whispered, and stood up from the ground. Although there was only one grey robe left on him, everyone present was unable to see anything under the grey robe. A creepy feeling quietly climbed into the hearts of all the onlookers.

"Hah, that guy finally knows what he should do." Jack said to Lothar next to him, "So I don't have to stare at him. After all, there is still a real prey waiting for me."

The Earl of Montenegro had some doubts about his companions, but before he could ask Jack what the prey in his mouth meant, the two not far away moved again. And this time, the cheese took the initiative.

The mage's left hand can no longer see the shape of the hand. A large number of thorny vines spread along the mage's left hand, swallowing the hand of Hearn. But it hasn't been played yet. When the witch-hunting knife was completely submerged in the thorns, the vines of the thorns began to take the initiative to twist into a strand, which looked like the left hand of the cheese became a long whip composed of thorns. .

When the cheese waved his left hand towards the executioner in the distance, the long whip beat hard with a terrible wind.

"Crack!" The crisp slamming sound indicates that the weapon made of vines has not hit its target. Grand Duke Blood Axe's figure is long gone. I saw that the Grand Duke did not panic after his weapon was captured. He squatted his body and avoided the whip's trajectory with only a few movements. At the same time, he drew a hand from the waist of the soldiers watching. dagger. Although the weapon in his hand was only iron, there was no cowardice in his eyes.

"I have to say, you are the best soldier I have ever seen." At this juncture, the cheese said suddenly.

Harold III did not answer the mage's words ~ www.readwn.com ~ He carefully walked around the edge of the field, while avoiding the thorn whip's range, while looking for an angle that could approach the cheese again.

"I think I'm afraid that only the Knight of Lyon can compare with you. Compared to you, our Earl of Montenegro is still too young." The mage said, shaking his head, his eyes were not on Grand Duke Blood Axe, because he did not This is necessary. Compared to the naked eye, the magic of the cheese has been locked on Harold III.

Just as the mage shook his head, the executioner who was only about ten steps away from him unconsciously launched a shock. The dagger in his hand did not attack the neck of the cheese this time, but aimed at the gap between the mage's ribs. , Through the gap of the heart.

"It's a pity that your weapon can't protect you now." The voice of the cheese was still saying. He didn't seem to notice the blood axe rushing towards him.

Harold III came to the mage again at this time, and the dagger in his hand almost touched the robe on the cheese. But this less than one finger distance is destined to be as far as the sky. Because on the ground under the feet of the cheese, countless small thorn vines have formed a large net with thorns. The executioner, who focused all on the mage, became a prey that accidentally strayed into the net.