Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Are you alive to death?" Mullos said after hearing the killer's advice, as a general, he couldn't agree to such a risky move. But as a warrior, the elves' sixth sense tells him that this may be their only way out.

"That's exactly what it was." Karus nodded and turned to the direction of the ghostly heart. "No matter who his priest is, his strength comes from faith. If we can shake the cornerstone of his faith, then everything will collapse."

The dwarf moved his neck, smoothing the wire that fell to him behind his head. "Either you have a big victory, or you are dead. It's your style. I agree, the experience of escaping with a tail like a bereavement dog is enough. One of my biggest mistakes these years is that I can be controlled by gentle means. That thing. Now I understand that only when it is destroyed can I fall asleep. "

Everyone knows what André said. In the end, someone must be responsible for the tragedy of the Molten Iron City, and the ghostly heart and the cultists who came for it became the objects of accepting the dwarves' anger. Like the elves, the children of the hills never forget their hatred. In fact, compared with elves who lack interest in the vast world and only want to coexist with the forest, dwarves with action can often become nightmares of their enemies. I just do n’t know if the dwarf battle axe with the forged **** inscription still works when the enemy is an entire belief in evil spirits.

"Well, it seems that our opinions are unified?" Atwood looked at the people around him. He noticed the fear in their eyes and what was above the fear. "Very well, true courage must be in adversity. It ’s only visible in here. But I ca n’t provide shelter while hurting the evil doppelganger, you have to fight on your own. Mlos, there ’s a small bottle in my beard on the right, you untie it and open it, the contents inside Can help you. "

When the elf general reached into the green stick mustache, his expression was quite wonderful, and from the corner of his mouth twitching from time to time, it was difficult for others to figure out how much was hidden in Attwood's large pile of hair. Fortunately, it didn't last long. Muluos pulled a knuckle-sized crystal bottle and a few beards from the elder's beard with a little effort. "Hey, lighter!" The elf holding a wooden stick protested, but before his words fell, the darkness around the crowd changed.

A huge long barbed object covered with insect carapace hangs from the top of the tunnel. At the lower end of the thing are several pairs of relatively sharp teeth. It looks like a metal utensil specially used to grab objects, but only by its size, it can only grab the same thing here. "Help! Help ..." The elf soldier's cry for help stopped quickly, and it was too fast to be able to respond to the others around him. A large amount of blood and water mixed with other things splashed from the pulled soldiers, which surprised the comrades who were standing beside him and wondered what to do.

"Stunned what! Fight, you gangsters!" Mullos saw the scene and prepared to rush up to fight the weird form hanging down from the top without copying the hatred. Fortunately, before he started, he thought of another thing in his hand. The elf warfare threw the crystal bottle from the green staff beard backhand to the dwarf, "I ’m in charge here, you go and smash the monster **** ! "

Andre took the vial and said nothing more. Now in this situation, death follows everyone like a shadow. If he wants to survive, he can only rely on himself. "How does this thing work?" The dwarf opened the bottle cap, and now there was some fine powder in it. He turned his head and asked the old elf.

"Apply it to your weapons, it will allow you to attack those things that do not belong to this world!" Atwood squeezed his teeth out of the sentence, and the darkness around him was about to move, he had to concentrate, Prevent more things from breaking through the light.

The dwarf heard no more talk, he poured the powder in the bottle on the hammerhead of the warhammer, and after seeing a little light shining, he handed the bottle to the demons. Karus saw some powder on the bottom of the bottle after smearing his blade, so he gritted his teeth and poured it on his fist. "So what is the plan?"

"We rushed in, chopped over what was in front of us until we walked in front of the mass of metal, and smashed it with what we had!" Andrea answered his companion's question, and then looked back first Each rushed out of the light's shelter and stepped into the deep darkness ahead.

The killer sighed, "As always, as always." After that, he followed the sword.

Darkness, like a thick liquid, enveloped the two poor people who had left the protection. This darkness seems to have the power to annihilate everything. From the moment I stepped in, all sounds were isolated to a far place except my own heartbeat and breathing. Karus tried to see clearly what was in front of him, or at least saw the outline of his palm, but neither Mohuo nor Qi could help the Demon Race get rid of the predicament. He had to walk forward blindly, and every step required a careful response to prevent the danger from coming suddenly.

Maybe it was due to luck, maybe there was something else in the darkness watching this, and the Demon Race walked forward for about thirty steps before it came to an end. Karus's toe hit something, it felt like stone or metal. He tried to touch the thing with the tip of the sword, and the spark spattered from top to bottom. Extensive experience made Demon Race recognize that what was blocking the road ahead should be a stone wall made of stones of comparable size, but he never remembered such a wall in this corridor.

With courage, Karus stretched out his palm and stuck it on the wall ~ www.readwn.com ~ A faint glow began to appear on the back of his hand! The entire left hand became almost transparent under this white light, and then more light came from the middle of the palm and the wall. Some strange patterns spread out with light, and soon a large number of patterns were formed on the wall. . Mo Yuan blinked his eyes several times before he adjusted himself to this light. He tried to move his palm away after confirming that the lines on the wall no longer changed. What is interesting is that while his left hand left the wall, his hand It returned to normal.

Karus stepped back a few steps so that all lines could be put into view. The things that he now composed of white lines seem to be some kind of picture. These pictures describe more than one scene, they seem to tell a whole story. The style of painting is extremely weird. The devil must think for a while to understand what it painted. At the same time, he also shows that no matter how the characters and background in these pictures change, there is always one thing that is unchanged.

That is, in the upper right corner of the painting, there is always a fat creature sitting in a chair, peeping at the other parts of the picture with a smile-like expression. When Karus realized that this creature might be some kind of key, something terrible happened, and all the obese creatures in the picture turned their eyes to one place, watching the Devil. ...

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