Dawn of the Grey Tower

The drizzle stopped before dawn. However, the sunrise did not visit the guest town on time, and the thick clouds obscured the morning light, making it impossible for people to accurately determine when the daybreak occurred. When old Pippo woke up from the room behind the tavern, he had only a vague memory of what happened last night. He could clearly recall the group of people in black, and also remember who helped him resolve the crisis. . But what happened after the man in black left, how did he lie down and rest, these are unknown. When he dragged his doubts into the tavern, he saw the gold coins on the bar at a glance. Pipo immediately grabbed it in his hand, sighed hard, and listened to the sound echoed in the coin.

The pub owner smiled. With this gold coin, he can hire another waitress better than before, no, he can even hire two! The rest of the money can be used to decorate the storefront, ah, life suddenly became so beautiful. The only thing that puzzled Pippo was that the pattern on the coin he had never seen before was not a gold coin minted in the Cangshi Kingdom. But this is not a big problem. As long as it is gold, who will print it?

Old Pippo's smile continued until the tavern door was kicked violently. Although he took off the thick black poncho, the knowledgeable tavern owner still recognized that it was the group from last night. These people look grim, often like mercenaries. They do n’t like to show kindness to others, which makes them look unreliable. The leading mercenary had big and small gold rings hanging on his lower lip, which made him look savage, but no one dared to express this opinion in person. Especially without the cover of the poncho, one can clearly see the one-handed battle axe around his waist.

"What about those two last night?" The mercenary head went straight to Pippo and asked, striking the wooden tabletop with his fist to strengthen his tone.

"I, I don't know! Who are you talking about?" Poor Pippo stepped back, and didn't reply until his back hit the wall. Now that he no longer thanked the gift of the gold coin, the tavern owner began to hope that he had not experienced these things. He shook his head and lied unconsciously in his mouth.

"Humph!" The mercenary's head shrugged, and the gold ring on his lips jittered twice, and then the mercenary leaned over and grabbed Pippo's collar, forcing the latter to come back to the counter. He said in a very gentle tone, "The old man and the woman, my dear friends, don't tell me you haven't seen them."

"I ... I do ..." Pippo wanted to make sure that he hadn't received the two of the mercenary's mouth, but when the glare of the corner of his eye caught the hand that was being put on the handle of the axe, he immediately changed his mouth, "I also I do n’t know where they went! I do n’t know anything! "

"Poof!" The fist slammed into the face of the pub owner. The hand in leather gloves broke the bone of the bridge of the nose that was blocking her effortlessly, and the blood quickly flowed out of the nasal cavity. "You're not honest." The mercenary head with blood on his hand sneered. "Maybe I cut off your fingers to remind you of yesterday."

"Bo Yao! Wo Zhen's second time!" Old Pibo shouted with a strong nasal voice, hoping that the other party believed his words. And his virtue of the Sisi's current flow did indeed take effect. The mercenary leader pushed him back hard, causing him to hit the wall. But just when Pippo thought he believed his words and was about to let him go, the cold words made him desperate.

"Chopped the right hand of this fat pig! You few, please search here for me, and don't let go of any clues! You, go to see the gate and let those who watch the bustle get out!" The mercenary commanded himself. Then he pulled out a chair, sitting in front of the bar in a stately manner, and sneered at Pippo. He walked past two smiling mercenaries from the left and right behind him, one of them holding a dagger in his hand, apparently intending to execute the leader's order.

At this juncture, the untimely white smoke suddenly poured in from the entrance of the tavern and quickly spread to fill the entire room. The mercenaries instinctively withdrew their weapons and clung to a mass of vigilance against possible enemies. This made them unaware that someone had walked in in the flow of white smoke. "Who? Who dares to provoke the poisoned blade mercenary regiment!" The mercenary leader shouted at him, his one-handed tomahawk flew up and down like a butterfly, demonstrating his skill, while the other hand It is a serrated dagger held upside down, which fits the name of Poison Blade.

No one answered, but the mercenary with a gold ring on his lips saw a black figure in the white smoke, dragging another person beside him. This made the mercenary leader confirm that the other party was not his companion. He licked the decoration on his lips, and the boots made of lambskin walked on the wooden floor without any sound. The mercenary approached the one standing between the two from behind. When he felt that he was close enough to each other, he handed out the dagger of his left hand with no sense of honour. Enjoy the feeling of **** before death.

"Ding!" But the sound of Jin Tie's symphony broke the abacus of the vicious mercenary. I saw that the figure used a short staff to stab the dagger from the back and thrust another person at the same time. Push away in the opposite direction. "He's here!" The mercenary shouted to attract reinforcements from his companions. At the same time, he waved his tomahawk from the lower right. He believed that the other side could not defend against attacks from the other direction.

But he was wrong, the one-handed battle axe swung away, and the figure stepped forward, perfectly avoiding the mercenary's attack. It also gave people time to turn around and face his opponent. The mercenary did not hesitate. As a man with a lot of combat experience, he would not wait for the support of his companions. The dagger and the battle axe made up an impenetrable net of death, shrouded in silhouette, and not many people could survive under this net.

But the mercenary leader obviously underestimated his opponent, the figure holding a short stick in both hands ~ www.readwn.com ~ jumped into the knife net without fear, his skill was reminiscent of apes. The short stick cleverly hit the side of the battle axe, causing it to drift away from its proper trajectory, while the figure swings its own weapon and uses the other end to repel the attack of the sawtooth dagger. After completing this confrontation, the distance between the two is very close. The mercenary decided to replace the opponent with a wound in the next round of the confrontation. The axe and dagger will definitely cause more serious damage than the short stick.

The figure is also aware of this, so his actions are more straightforward. The person in the white smoke throws the short stick and exchanges it with his empty hand for a faster shooting speed. This approach is quite smart, but looking at the arm protruding towards him, the mercenary still has a sneer in the corner of his mouth, and the damage he can cause with his bare hands is very weak when facing his opponent in leather armor. "Fool!" The mercenary shouted excitedly when the figure's fist hit his chest without any pain. Next, as long as the shot is taken again, this person will be injured.

"Bang!" "Ding!" "Wow!" Only three sounds were heard when the mercenaries summoned by the chief arrived, of which the last two sounds were obviously made by weapons falling to the ground. The first sound is like a heavy physical collision. They saw two human figures entangled in the white smoke. One of them quickly retreated and rushed to the tavern door when they noticed someone was approaching, while the other stood innocently.

The white smoke dissipated, and the identity of the person who remained on the spot was revealed. The mercenary head wearing a golden ring on his lips spit white foam at the corner of his mouth. His body maintained the posture when he was hit. What to say, but then immediately fainted with two eyes. There were no obvious injuries on his body, only the lower jaw had a trace of being hit. In other words, no matter who the person in the white smoke is, he used only one attack to knock down the blood-eater.