Dawn of the Grey Tower

() To the north of the Cangshi King, a large number of ratmen gather here. They push and shout each other, fighting, and even those ratmen who are hungry to the extreme will bite the same family who are thinner than themselves. These ratmen are waiting for their companions who are siege to die or successfully enter the huge city in front of them, so that they have the opportunity to climb the white stone wall and drink the warm blood of human beings.

But when the rat people are eager for a human meal, does something also spy on them in the dark?

"Boom!" A loud noise came from behind the team and spread in the night breeze. The dust fell with the minced meat from the sky, attracting the ratmen who had not yet realized what was happening and turned their heads to see what they had never seen before. The moonlight shone from the distant woods, reflecting those huge shadows. It is even bigger than the giant ratman. It is comparable to the huge black shadows of a two-story spire house and looks at these rats at the foot.

These giants who suddenly appeared behind did not have any biological reaction, they did not breathe, and did not need a heartbeat. The soil covered with the breath of death constitutes their bodies, and the muddy body covered with bones is their blood flow, and they are covered with tombstones of various periods or incomplete or complete, which is their proof when they are used as graves. And now, under the careful cultivation of the ghouls of the Edward family, these lands for the dead to stand up, guarding the tranquility of the dead, their name is the tomb guard.

The huge tomb giants waved their rough and huge limbs, like a dusted broom, and sent a large number of ratmen to the sky. Those luckier rats who were farther away from the tomb guards had no time to rejoice, and were trampled on their feet by their kinsmen who had madly escaped these giants.

"Do you really think it's a good time to dispatch them?" In the woods behind the ratmen, a tall birch tree, the head of the Edward family, the leaders of the ghouls stood alone and looked at the highest branch The tomb guards wreak havoc among the rat crowd. The speaker is the white wraith floating beside him.

"This is the meaning of Ms. Emia, and the command of the gray robe. Moreover, if these mice really attacked Wangdu, wouldn't it be good for us?" The ghoul king raised his eyebrows and answered coldly. The problem of my old friend. But having said that, these tomb guards are the foundation of the Edward family's foothold in Cangshi. It can be said that it is the fighting power at the bottom of the tank. This time, in order to reduce the pressure on the human battlefield, it actually made people think that something was overkill.

"Do you really think so? That grey robe lord could know from the beginning that the Edwards had the tomb guards, and they once asked you to use them when necessary." Said.

"What do you mean?" Ghoul turned and asked, the expression on his face was not good-looking.

"Oh, what do I mean? In fact, you can think of it." The old man in white robe flew to the other side and looked at him with a sneer. "From the current situation, we really need to unite against these mice. But Do n’t forget, this plague will eventually pass, and at that time, the king and even the whole lion will change because of this plague. Ms. Ge Lin is a kind and respectable leader, she never has too much Interferes with us, but Ms. Emia, and the gray robe around her, are hard to say. "

"You mean that after the plague, they will be against us?"

Wraith pouted, and his translucent body looked very strange under the moonlight, but Patriarch Edward had watched similar scenes for many years and would not be surprised.

"Unfavorable? If it's just disadvantageous, my old man. Think about it, an extremely weak kingdom for humans! For those of us who are hidden in the shadows, the Cang lion at that time was the most delicious piece of fat. Is n’t it? The dementors and dwarfs have already made clear their positions, and they are willing to fall under the refuge of the gray robe. At that time, the wizard only needs to clean up us and other less fearful opponents, and he can swallow the kingdom alone. Darkness! Even ruling here in the shadows is not impossible. "

"Ridiculous, not to mention that the one who calls the cheese has no interest in power at all, even if he really intends to be the king of the shadow of the blue lion, are we going to be surrendered to him like everyone else? No matter the noisy ones The little guy still only hides under the mask of the cowards. They can't be the true sharp spears. The Edward family is the strongest in terms of force. "The Ghoul King said.

"Yeah, you're right." Wraith slowly raised his head and looked down at his old friend. "You also know that apart from witches and wizards, the Edward family is the strongest dark family in Cangshi." I thought you had forgotten about it. Think about it, my friend, you, command the strongest ghoul family in the whole blue lion. Why, I mean why, inform the shadow of this kingdom , Can't it be you? "

When the old man's voice fell, the dull bell rang from the tomb guards. That was the sound of the death knell and the signal of the ghoul family's attack. The ghouls of the Edward family fell from the tree, and the two-meter drop was effortless for these non-human creatures. They ran under the patriarch's feet and rushed towards the torn rift of the tomb guards, preparing to let the rat people know ~ www.readwn.com ~ which race the darkness belongs to.

The surviving ghouls were caught off guard by killing the ratmen. These poor ratmen were still tired of escaping from the attack range of the tomb guards. The soldiers of the Edward family relied on the guards behind the tomb to harvest the lives of the single squirrel. They shred the throat of the squirrel and used fresh flesh to moisturize the dry skin.

Although as soul-keepers, these ghouls have great respect for death, but on the battlefield, they will not behave weaker than their brainless peers. They wielded sharp-edged shovel and iron nails with long and short arms. These things used to be the tools for burying the dead, but now they have become the weapons of these mourners. Contrary to the rattle, the ghouls in tattered cloaks fought quietly like ghosts.

Watching their clan people plunge into the ranks of the murmurs like a cluster of black arrows, the spirit in the ghoul king's eyes gradually became more complicated. Domination, shadow? Does that mean that their people do n’t have to endure hunger anymore? Does it mean that he can make those short-sighted humans respect death?

The wraith floated behind the head of the Edward Clan, looking at the other person's back, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even colder.