Dawn of the Grey Tower

Losa, it has been falling for a while. The cheese looked at the darkness under his eyes. The time in the rift is out of sync with the outside world, and the mage can be quite sure, because whether it is the time calculated from the information provided by the heartbeat or other physiological signals, it is now noon. But the rope around his waist didn't move at all. Not only that, the cheese also doubted whether the rope was still leading to the exit, otherwise the signal when he pulled the rope, and the abnormal shape of the rope when Lothar fell into the darkness should have already attracted the attention of the people above.

But this is also normal. Abnormally normal. The cheese took a breath, and his eyes were a bit tired. On the one hand, it was because after going through all of last night, even the gray robe could not keep energetic. On the other hand, he felt that he was fed up with dealing with these things, things beyond all knowledge and legends, things that would not be recorded in any story. They are not worth being praised, not remembered, or even feared. They are meaningless, completely meaningless.

"I am talking about you. You are not destined to be accepted by this world. Under the clear sky, under the stars, under the dark clouds, and even in the storm, there will not be your name! Why don't you understand this? Here, this world, no It belongs to you! "The mage's roar seems to be facing the surrounding darkness, but if you have the same magic vision as the cheese, you will find that there is something densely scattered in the darkness, they are climbing on the cliffs on both sides of the rift , Quietly bearing the rebuke of the gray robe.

It ’s actually wrong to say that it ’s blamed. After all, some of them have no sense of hearing. Even if they do, they do n’t understand the language of humans or any living creatures, so the scorn of cheese is more like meaningless noise. The warning means almost howling.

After the roar, the mage calmed down again. This was not the first time he roared about the things around him, but after this time, he was basically certain that no matter how he roared, those on the walls would not react to him. They are motionless like sculptures. But they are not sculptures. The cheese knows this. Those things, no matter what they are, they are the kind of existence that he hates, the kind of existence that should not appear as he said. So why do they appear here? The mage has two guesses.

The first kind is that they created this rift. If the rifts appear because of them, then they will be taken for granted here, and therefore, the relationship between these guys and the strange knot is logical. This is the easiest result to deduce. All the current information is connected together, and the result is almost natural. The premise is that now the information they have is correct, and they are the most important words in the truth puzzle.

The experience with Cangshi taught the mage one thing, that is, when facing a problem or being involved in an event, do n’t be so anxious to follow the veins of the texture it shows, but try Consider the whole picture of the whole problem from a farther or more macro perspective. In this way, many detours can be avoided, and many confusions can be resolved. In this way, the mage currently knows too little. What he saw and heard was just fragmentary content. Stitching them together can't piece together the approximate shape of the whole problem, just like a blind man touching the elephant. The results interpreted from every angle are quite sharp different.

And the elephant that the cheese is now touching makes him feel that these things are not the culprit of the rift. They are more like the existence that originally lived in the deep ground, because this crack began to want to move up. As for the reason to stop moving now, it is probably because the sunlight outside the rift, or because they have nowhere to go. He was kept in the same cage as them, and Lothar was probably removed because some of the conditions of the cage were not met, otherwise there was no reason why the Earl ’s rope would break, but his remains intact .

After having a rough guess about the current situation, the next question is, what should he do? The difference between cheese and Lotsa is that the latter will choose to leave the rope quickly because they can't stand the atmosphere in the rift. The former has the ability to think calmly in an unknown environment. But many times, no one can tell which of these two reactions is more correct. Because sometimes, the fleeting opportunity has disappeared without hesitation and scheming.

However, not all games have a way out, and not everyone needs to walk out of the maze along the exit. What the cheese learned made him understand that most of the walls in this world are not what they look like. All he did not intend to go up the rope, he drew his dagger around his waist and pressed the blade against the rope. Taking another deep breath, the mage slowly began to cut the rope that held him here. "The ties that hold together will inadvertently become slings on the scaffold. The so-called hopes and outlets are the places where traps are most easily trapped."

The feeling of falling is no stranger to cheese. He only experienced a similar experience not long ago. The difference is that now he is a bottomless abyss instead of freezing the snow for some years ~ www.readwn. com ~ Some people say that falling and flying are very similar, the mage doesn't think so. Those people think of flying and falling as a way to get rid of the ground under their feet. They think of the ground as a bondage. But the earth's **** is not limited to the earth? Flying requires speed, requires wind, and requires wings. Where is this called freedom? As for falling, isn't the feeling of being pulled back to the ground by invisible forces no matter how high you leave the ground not the perfect interpretation of bondage? When you leap forward, a rope is tied to your waist. At the lower end of the rope is a shot put called the world, which will pull you continuously down until ...

"Hiss!" The pain from the waist made the cheese couldn't help but take a breath. He reached out his hand subconsciously, trying to grab something to ease the weight of the whole body in one place. So he smoothly grasped the upwardly extending straw rope. The untreated burrs on the straw rope made his palms tingle slightly. Rope, moving upwards.

"Hey! Can you hear me!" The intelligible language also came from above.

The mage raised his head, above which was a palm that could cover the sky, but the midday sun just shot down from that palm and shone on his face. Look around, where is the shadow on the cliff. He returned and escaped from the cage. However, there is only one rope here. After searching for a period of time, the cheese found that there was a straw rope slowly sloping above him, and a black long rod was tied to the lower end of the straw rope, and other ropes were wrapped around the long rod, and At one end of the pole is tied a hollow knot.

The knot wobbled like a dead body hanged after being hanged.

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