Dawn of the Grey Tower

What the **** is that? The curse's eyebrows are tightly locked, know that even those priests who worship the evil gods, they will not carve such a strange statue. Although for the creatures in this world, the existence from outside the world cannot be described with a specific image, but as a creature with limited cognitive ability, the "god" in the eyes of the priest will still appear in some understandable form. Without becoming the weird image that the curse just saw.

The slightly calming spellcaster stood up from the ground, his body stiffened due to tension. However, this cannot stop the curse ’s craving for unknown things. He is now eager to find out the reason why such a weird statue appears here. He wants to know who and when and for what purpose. The idol and this church.

But just when the wizard wanted to ignite the magical flame in his hand again, the harsh mechanical friction interrupted his movements. Curse Crow turned his head and looked in the darkness when he came. Although he could not see what was there, he knew that the basket that had brought him to this room just now was put down again. So, who will be here this time?

The first person the wizard thought of was Karus. He had always suspected that the Devil did not really leave him, but was following himself quietly. With Karus's skill, it wouldn't be difficult to trace the currow in a complicated tunnel without being discovered. But soon the spellcaster realized that it did n’t really matter who entered it. Even if the person who came was really Karus, there was no way for the curse to confirm whether he was hostile. He threw himself to carnivorous cotton and died.

Thinking of this, the magician quickly wrapped his robe around his body, and silently pulled up his wide hood to cover his face. After he completed these actions, the original gray robe slowly blended into the dark background around him. The robe from the Grey Tower can cover the wearer's body temperature and the sounds of physiological phenomena such as heartbeat and breathing in this state.

"Tap, step" footsteps echoed in the empty church, judging from the sound, the person did not wear boots or other things, and did not seem to hide his whereabouts. Curse crow looked into the darkness through the gap of the hood, he didn't see the flashing flame in the eyes of the demon. However, the spellcaster had seen Karus extinguish the red light before, so he was still not quite sure.

The sound of footsteps approached all the way from the distance of the church. It sounds like this person is very familiar with the situation of this church, and he has no intention of hesitation. The voice came to a stop less than thirty steps from the curse, and the spellcaster guessed he might be checking the prayer table. At this time, the wizard was glad that he had not left any marks on the prayer platform. Without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, the footsteps sounded again, and the distance from the curse was getting closer.

The heartbeat accelerated. If it weren't for the robe's magical ability to block the sound, the spellcaster doubted that his intense heartbeat would reveal his existence. Fortunately, the robe from the Lord of the Grey Tower has excellent performance, even creatures that see the heat in the dark can not spy on the mage in the robe in the dark, and the footsteps walk less than three steps away from the curse. In the past, there is no slightest stop.

Is it a **** image after checking the prayer table? The conjurer thought. He is now very suspicious that this is the believer who believes in the existence represented by the idol inspecting their church daily. But this check is unreasonable! Thinking of the dust accumulating on the floor and prayer table, the Crow knew that it would not have formed overnight. Obviously this church is not often used. In this case, the person who inspected the church has been eliminated.

There are two reasons for this. Either, he received the alarm that the church was opened, but from the fact that he did not search around, this is unlikely. The other is that this church needs to be used for some kind of affairs, so everything in the church must be kept intact. Combined with Lynn ’s death prediction, Curse Crow suddenly understood why the Death Banshee could see the death of the people in the city. If the statues were really summoned here, how long would a molten iron city resist?

He must be stopped, no, catch this guy alive, and ask him who the church is here. The spellcaster's eyes narrowed, and he didn't want the magical glory in his eyes to reveal his plans prematurely. The man in front of the idol began to move again, listening to his footsteps, there seemed to be a space behind the idol. However, the Crow ca n’t control so much, he does n’t want to wait here until the man turns back, the longer the time, the greater the variable.

The wizard carefully bowed his body, cast his dark vision, and searched the opponent's trail in the direction of footsteps. He quickly distinguished the third thing between the idol and the ground. The man looked almost as tall as the manta from his back, but from the spine he was carrying, he should stand taller than the wizard Quite a lot. However, for the spellcaster who masters the magic, body shape can not represent anything.

The dust on the ground of the church was rolled up silently. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was gathered around the spellcaster by the dirty sphere of the size of an adult head. The curse did not want the battle to have variables, so he needed to use as much as possible everything of. In order to avoid making noises, the wizard is almost moving with his limbs instead of only his legs. Of course, this reduces his speed a lot, but for concealment, it is worth it.

When the distance between the curse and the opponent is less than ten steps, the wizard's magic is activated. The mass of dust behind the spellcaster swiftly spread out, bypassing the master in front of him like he had self-awareness, and flew towards the head of the latecomer. The guy whose head was covered with a lot of dust wriggled and he wanted to cough, but the dust flying into his mouth blocked his throat. The man's hands were waving wildly on his face, trying to disperse the dust that fell on his head, but he didn't know that under the control of magic, this behavior was only in vain.

The sorcerer smiled in the corner of the wizard's mouth, and whenever he saw his enemy suffering, it was always happy. At this time, there was no need for concealment. The curse ran forward, and kicked to the back of the man's right knee! This heavy foot made the man kneel forward uncontrollably, and the spellcaster wanted to grab the opponent's neck to control the opponent, but when the slender, scaly neck came from his hand As she slid away, the Crow realized something was wrong.

That guy has a snake head!