Dawn of the Grey Tower

The latest website: "Now there is a new feathered snake ecological record. Its mouth seems to be able to become some kind of portal. I don't know if it has always been like this or it is a natural ability." Cheese stood in a forest and whispered to himself.

After years of training, he can self-suggest through a certain fixed form of language, so as to strengthen the memory of key information. This ability is not magic, it is completely self-abuse behavior discipline, and it is carried out independently, without supervision. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this ability itself is already very extraordinary, but it also has a price.

Leaving aside cheese's memory problem, a few minutes ago, he was still talking to a huge Feathered Serpent in a space full of strong winds, and he was swallowed by the creature in an instant and came here. Obviously, this dark and quiet woodland is not in the belly of the Feathered Serpent, unless it is essentially a greenhouse disguised as a creature.

Cheese was sure that what he saw was indeed the legendary Kukuruken, so he was also sure that it was definitely not a greenhouse. Passing through the mouth of the snake, the woodland that came to us may be in the gray tower, or it may be in another world, which needs to be confirmed later.

But just as Cheese was about to start with the magic around him and do some research, the grass around him trembled at the same time, making a salsa sound. The gray robe held the pepper wood staff in one hand, and slightly clenched his fist in the other hand. Although close combat was not his specialty, relying on the breath in his body, he had nothing to be afraid of.

As a result, the cheese's posture didn't work. More than a dozen bark-rolled cylinders protruded from the grass, blowing out the venom-fed wooden needles to the cheese's neck. With so many poisonous needles at such a short distance, most people would be caught off guard.

It's a pity that our cheese is not the majority, he is a gray robe mage, so he just exhaled, those flying needles fell instantly like iron sand attracted by a magnet, pierced into the ground, and remained motionless .

Cheese raised his hand and slammed on the grass under him. The grass that was supposed to be a shelter immediately jumped back, and he couldn't wait to push the attacker out of it.

It was a group of rough wooden masks with simple arcs on their faces, painted grimaces in various colors, and short creatures. They had a humanoid shape, but their height was only up to Cheese's knees.

Not surprisingly, these creatures should be of the dwarf type. The well-informed mage has further recognized the origin of these things. They are indeed a branch of dwarves, and the most unpopular branch, the cannibal dwarf.

Well, just like their name, these little guys eat everything, especially meat, all kinds of meat. Compared with wild animals, sometimes humans are much more lax.

Since it is this group of things, the cheese has no idea of ​​showing mercy. Although the cannibal dwarves have a simple tribal civilization, they have no language or writing, and are on the border of intelligent creatures and beasts. Trying to domesticate and contact them is tantamount to petting a brown bear. Even if nothing happens at the time, they will always be hunted in the future .

Cheese swung his staff, raised his feet and stood up, ready to kill. However, just as the pepperwood staff like a mace was about to hit the dwarf's head in front of the mage, it suddenly spoke, "You are a gray robe!"

As soon as these four words came out, the staff that Cheese dropped could only turn elsewhere, making a pit on the side of the dwarf. However, compared with almost being headshot, those dwarves seemed more excited about the identity of Cheese, and they suddenly started yelling the word "gray robe" in unison without warning, and started dancing at the same time.

Cheese blinked, dazed by the changes in front of him, he couldn't tell for a while whether he should kill these little monsters, or wait and see what kind of medicine they sell in the gourd.

Fortunately, the elves didn't give cheese too much time to think. They cheered, surrounded by gray robes, and walked towards the depths of the woodland. Amidst the song-like cheers, more and more dwarves poked their masked heads from all over the forest to join the procession. Cheese saw that these dwarfs had clothes made of plant and animal fur, and they were also equipped with some strange weapons.

"Grey robe! Gray robe!" Shocking shouts echoed in the forest. According to rough calculations by Cheese, there are nearly a hundred dwarves gathered around. If they suddenly attack, things will be really tricky.

And soon he didn't just need to worry about the dwarf, as the trees parted to the two sides, a wooden house with chicken feet three to four meters high was staggering towards him. The moment he saw that thing, Cheese added the dragon walking technique to himself, and the oriental dragon composed of branches and leaves coiled around him, roaring silently at the approaching house.

"Baba Yaga." The cheese whispered. "Baba Yaga!" cried the dwarfs.

Baba Yaga is some kind of demon in folklore, and the gray robes prefer to think that she is a very powerful evil spirit, and at the same time, she is also the worst kind of evil spirit. The main body of Baba Yaga is a shriveled, tall and thin old witch whose hobby is to eat the palms of children, and some legends also say that they are livers.

One of her symbols is this wooden house with rooster feet. It is said that the wind chimes hanging on the house are made of bones left over by her. Such a scene would feel like a nightmare to any other person, part ogre and Baba Yaga, the evil side of the world is as common as dirt in this woodland.

The two towering chicken feet ~www.readwn.com~ slowly stopped in front of Cheese, then folded backwards and sat down, placing the door of the wooden house just in front of the mage. The wooden house was opened immediately, and a cold wind with a faint fishy smell blew out. It makes people feel the urge to set fire to burn it down.

Cheese's hand has already touched the switch of the breath of dawn. To deal with this kind of demon heretics, sunlight is always the best weapon to use. The dwarves around him were the complete opposite. They cheered and rushed into Baba Yaga's cabin, disappearing in an instant.

That cabin shouldn't have accommodated so many dwarves.

"What are you waiting for? Come in quickly." Withered hands stretched out from the dark door, inviting the mage.

Cheese snorted coldly, and walked forward with his staff, he wanted to see what was going on. As he walked into the door, the broken wooden door behind him closed immediately, as if the prey that was scared to the mouth ran away.

"Welcome, welcome," said the unpleasant voice in the dark.

In the next second, the Breath of Dawn was lit, and the morning sun suddenly burst, illuminating everything around.