Dawn of the Grey Tower

After saying goodbye to Elsa, it has been a day since the Crow left the town where they settled. If it is the usual hammer hammer collar, this day is enough time for the spellcaster to see the wall of the hammer hammer collar capital city, molten iron city. However, at this time, the situation of the Hammer Collar has been different. As the border with the Saron Collar, Iron Fort and other important nodes have been swept by the plague, the security of the entire Duke Collar can be said to have deteriorated to an unprecedented level.

The population of the Hammer Collar is far from comparable to that of the Saron Collar. Although it is located on the edge of the border with the grassland, the Duke's leadership has always been the most prosperous area of ​​the Cangshi Kingdom except the royal territory under the protection of the Duke of the Hammer and the several city lords he appointed. This means that when panic comes, the chaos here is far from comparable to that of the Salon collar.

Another group of fugitives, the Crow riding on the horse, looked under the hood from behind the hood. These people are not refugees in the conventional sense. Their homes have not actually been threatened by the plague. Their gorgeous clothes and their calm expressions are also telling the Crow that these people just do n’t want their own property and interests. Damaged, so they left behind the industrial movement of the hammer-leading industrial family.

Ironically, these refugees are generally successful businessmen or nobles of small families. It is these people who are the key to the lives of most ordinary residents in the entire territory. They manage the transportation and sale of daily necessities, and their departure makes the otherwise balanced market instantly collapse. These people withdrew a lot of money and goods that had not been sold out of the hammer collar. Their behavior directly caused ordinary people to lose the environment on which they depended. And this is actually the main reason for this chaos.

"Is the moth in the realm?" Curse whispered as the crowd of people went away. This title is what he saw when he read a book about governing territories in the library.

These big businessmen and little nobles are usually blood-sucking insects attached to the people. They wantlessly earn staggering benefits between the managers of the country and the people at the bottom. And once the storm came, they fled into the distance with the body full of essence. Such a group will cause a lot of losses to the territory in the face of war and natural disasters. However, in this storm, these blood-sucking insects are also destined not to retreat.

Shortly after the evacuees left, several horsemen appeared in front of the curse. They were dressed in shabby leather armor and wore crude weapons in their waists. After noticing the Crow, they placed their hands instinctively on the hilt. The horses appeared to be surrounded by enchanted crows.

Although they took a fierce posture, but with these few people, the Crow had n’t seen them in their eyes, and the Conjurer rode silently on them immediately, looking like they were terrified .

The lead man made a circle around the curse crow, and after he found out that the gray robe had little luggage other than the horse he was riding on, he lost interest in the spellcaster. He is still chasing bigger prey and has no time to waste on such a small target. So with a hello, the people who surrounded the mantra cried and left.

These people are robbers, or it is more appropriate to call them robbers. As more and more rich people leave with wealth and food, the frequency of these hyena-like rogues in the territory of the Hammer also becomes more frequent. As for the army of these robbers, they have no time to control these guys now.

Most of the robbers were originally fierce and aggressive, and wanted to make a fortune while the army had no time to manage it, but there were also some of them who were forced by their lives to make ends meet. When you can't exchange money or goods for food in the market, picking up a sword to grab some food belly becomes an ineffective way.

This is the status quo of the hammer hammer now. During this day's journey, the Crow has seen such scenes no less than three times. He even witnessed the whole process of robbery by a group of robbers. Stimulated by money and desire, the robbers, who knew that the army of the lords had no way to provide support, killed all those who had escaped. The blood attracted the vultures, and sooner or later they would attract the hungry ratmen. As a result, the spread of the plague accelerated, spawning more refugees and robbers.

What a sad cycle. Curse crow thought. But these are not things he should care about. The spellcaster does not care about the life and death of ordinary people in the hammer collar. Anyway, there is a death in the end. Compared to those things that don't matter, Crow only wants to find the person who spread the plague and let him pay for fooling himself.

Zema continued to move towards the molten iron city, and some noisy sounds came from a distance with a light **** wind. It seems that the robbers have started with those people before. If it is a cheese, it may help those people because of an inexplicable sense of justice, but the curse is not a cheese. The smell of blood only pleases the ravens that live on scavengers. Even if those people want to blame, they can only blame themselves for being too stingy without hiring a few mercenaries.

The conjurer now calculates whether the resources and chips in his hands can gain the trust of the Duke of the Hammer in the shortest time, so as to obtain the content of the "barrier" plan and the news of the royal family. Perhaps it was out of intuition, Curse Crow always felt that Cangshi's attitude towards the plague was too indulgent. Even in this period, the royal family did not come forward to give clear instructions, which is not the speed of reaction that the ruler should have. So the only explanation is that they must know something about this plague.

But just when the mantra was calculated ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The thicker **** smell and the sound of horseshoes interrupted his thinking. A girl wearing a torn coat, riding a horse that was obviously frightened, rushed straight towards the spellcaster. Behind her, several robbers with strange smiles on their faces chased after riding on horses.

"Why can't you let me think calmly for a while?" Curse rolled his eyes under the hood. When the horse was about to hit itself, the curse reached out his left hand, palms facing the horse's head, and the ring on his ring finger flashed a green light.

It's strange to say that quieting the frightened horses, even the experienced rider, takes a lot of effort. But the Crow only raised his hand, and the horse calmed down by itself. The original violent impact also resolved for the horse's own deceleration. The horse stopped by the curse's hand seems to have returned to normal, and has shown a very abnormal closeness to the curse magician. It even took the initiative to rub the curly crow's left hand with his head.

He appeased the frightened horse, and the Crow looked at the robbers with grinning faces. The robbers did not see how the conjurer stopped the horse, and even if they saw it, they would only think of it as a coincidence.

"I guess, even if I give this girl to you, you won't let me go, right?" Curse said.