Dawn of the Grey Tower

When the Demons once again captured Peg, an army marched silently in the wilderness about a day away from Molten Iron City. They are different from all human armies. They have no intentionally emphasized passwords and steps. The marching team maintains a delicate formation, without bright armor and striking flags. This team seems to be integrated with the roadside grass. , Quiet, fast, when they walk by, it feels as if the wind is blowing through the grass stems. This is a team of elves.

The elves from the forest in the southwest border of Cangshi walk under the unobstructed sky. This unusual sense of openness makes them familiar with the forest life. But the calm forest rangers know that no matter what the environment, calm observation and calm thinking are the only way to survive. Except for some special individuals ...

"Hiccup!" Atwood, slouching on the back of a stag, hit a wine hiccup. This elf elder, who is also known as the Green Staff, and was also a mentor of Beckham, was completely different from the elf warrior guarding him. Of course, this does not only refer to the appearance of the old elf as an artistic head, but to say that this tribe who persuaded the tribe to join the war against the squirrel himself seems to be less concerned about the battle itself.

"Elder, we are very close to the dwarf's city. But the scout still has no buildings on the horizon." An elf with long golden hair wearing leather and copper armor was riding another smaller stag Came to Atwood, said respectfully. He wore a headband made of three different plants on his head. From this, it can be known that the elf should be over 300 years old. He is also the leader of this army. But even an elf warrior who has lived nearly three times the life of an ordinary person, will behave like a young man just before the green staff. Among the elders, Atwood is the most special. presence.

"I will see it, I will see it." The drunk and sparse elder replied casually. He shook the empty wooden jug in his hand and hung it casually on the antlers in front of him. "Let the hunters prepare bows and knives, hiccups, the **** smell in the air has blown so far and has not dissipated. When we reach our destination, I am afraid that a war will be ushered in."

The armored elf frowned and said, "Elder, I still don't understand that even if we are going to join this war, there is no need to cooperate with humans. With our power, we can wipe out those twisted creatures, not to mention, this The lord of the land is still a dwarf. "When he was talking, he looked at his left hand holding the rein intentionally or unintentionally. There were only three fingers that should be slender as an art. Now his ring finger and little finger are unknown. For what reason Qi Gen was cut off! When referring to the dwarf, the elf general was able to feel the faint pain from his left finger.

"Mulose, your wound has been healed for decades. Why don't you hold those hatreds without letting go?" Green Staff looked at the younger generation with a smile on his side. He knew the origin of Muros' hatred of the dwarves. Ten years ago, a group of crazy dwarf mercenaries invaded the forest. They used their iron tools to cut down the trees with impunity. They also killed a small group of forest rangers they encountered. When more elves came along with the cry of the Green Son, the trees that had not lived for a long time had been dug out of the ground with their roots and whiskers. The dwarves claimed to have extremely valuable mineral deposits in the underground, and for this reason, they did not hesitate to destroy the things covered in the dirt.

Mulros snorted coldly, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes. "The dwarves are all savage vandals. They are only obsessed with those lifeless stones. They have no affection for living things. They are the scourge of the world." In fact, the general ’s words are also very representative. The reason why almost all elves hate the dwarves is the same. In the eyes of the elves who love nature, the dwarves ’enthusiasm for minerals and creation has become a wanton destruction of the natural world. They hollowed the mountain. In order to find gems, cut down the forest to light up the blast furnace, if the short-sightedness of human beings can be attributed to their lifespan, then the behavior of the dwarves seems to have no possibility of forgiveness in the eyes of the elves.

The green staff tipped his lips and tilted his head recklessly. "Rebirth and destruction, maintenance and breakthrough, we and them are all part of this world, just like us and those creatures called ratmen. Everything starts from nature and will eventually return to nature, what good is it Arguing. "The old elf said, grabbing from his chaotic head, and with a scream of protest, a small flying bird was caught by him. "Go, help me see what's happening in that city." The bird that didn't reach the slap blinked at the green staff, opened its wings and flew into the sky. It's strange to say that when this little bird took off, its feathers began to stretch in the sun, and when it passed the elves' heads, where there was before, it was clearly a red tail Giant Eagle! Its wingspan is at least nearly two meters, and the bright red tail feathers leave a conspicuous track in the air!

Seems to be reminded of Atwood's actions, Mullows also shook the reins, urging the crotch stags to the front of the team, "The Rangers, release the Falcon, let our flying friends be our eyes "With his orders, large and small black shadows began to take off in the team. That is the war eagles domesticated by the elves. They can provide a higher and more comprehensive vision for the master. A large number of hovering shadows soon appeared in the open sky. Such terrain is more suitable for the eagles to swing than in the forest.

The old elf raised his head and put his palm on his eyes to block the sunlight. "Ah, this is like telling others that we are here. It seems that the battle will be born early, no, I have to drink two more hurries." Ya Tellwood said while taking off another hip flask on the antlers. By the way, the stag riding on the elf elder had at least ten such containers hanging on his head ~ www.readwn.com ~ If he did n’t sit down The deer is used to the behavior of the green stick, and it might throw the old guy over.

The eagle hovering up looked down at the ground with its sharp eyes. The unmanaged fields have shown a tendency to run down. Indentations that have never been seen are everywhere in the wheat field. According to the experience of the giant eagle, such traces can be produced. The type of creature should be similar to its own owner. Only this number is much higher. It seems that you can eat a lot bigger than squirrels recently, I hope they taste better than squirrels. Flapping the wings and moving on, the giant eagle saw more sights, some scattered small camps, but it seems that it should have been abandoned, otherwise it is impossible for no one to get out of the tent and look around when he flew over. And maybe it ’s animal instincts. These camps in the sky, the instinct instincts, are better not to hurry up. The camps are filled with a very ... indescribable breath, and this breath is big in front. It is more obvious in the mound. Wait, it ’s not a mound, it ’s a huge ruin!

At the same time, some people wearing brown robes raised their heads, and the crypt mothers who searched for survivors and usable items on the ground ruins appeared as peepers in the sky. ...

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