Dawn of the Grey Tower

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Witch House

The command room that was crowded before was now only Roland and one-eyed. The magician looked nervously at the Wangdu sand table in the middle of the room. This sand table not only finely carved all the buildings and streets of Wangdu. Alley, and there are many other things on it. For example, at this time, there are many reduced versions of the Soul Keepers on the sand table near the river channel of the dock area, which are distributed like chess pieces on the sand table, but these chess pieces will act on their own.

"Rain has already gone to the quayside. I believe that with his ability, it is no problem to help the Edward family stabilize the situation." The old man said, supporting his hat. His attention was not focused on the quayside, and it seemed to him that the threat posed by a group of water ghosts who could not reach the shore was always limited.

She moved a chair and sat in the one-eyed hand holding a report, which was the front-line information sent by her people. And this information will naturally not be sent by someone who walked into the witch's room. In fact, the content of the report was written on a secret blackboard in the Crimson Blood Tavern. After the witch's spell, the content on the blackboard will continue to appear on the parchment in the one-eyed hand.

"The situation on the city walls is good. It seems that at least those garrison troops are not only combatable but usually sparse. In this case, if they fight down, at night they will consume half of their troops." Light Lightly tapping on the armrest of the chair with one finger, using one eye to help yourself calculate and deduce the progress of the war.

"Do n’t underestimate the mice. According to the cheese, the ratmen ca n’t do much in the daytime. And the number of ratmen we see now is probably not all of them. The real fight wo n’t start until night. "Roland took a sip of the pipe in his hand and let the smoke pour out of his nose.

"But as long as it's evening, we have a way to help. Nothing else, just the tomb guard of the Edward family is enough for those mice to drink a pot." One-eyed tilted his head and turned his hand. Putting the report on the side aside, she walked to the sand table and gently picked up the lightning lying on one corner and put it on the chair. The dwarf leader is now clumping together like a big cat, murmuring an unexplained voice in his mouth.

"It's hard to say," glanced at the one-eyed one standing next to him, Roland shook his head. "We don't know which cards are in the other's hand. Ratmen, water ghosts, evil spirit priests, cheeses. Undead creatures have n’t appeared yet. But look at us, we have to invest all our manpower just to deal with the battles during the day. Plus what you said before Amyah left ... "

Although the witch didn't say clearly who she was going to deal with before leaving, it was not difficult to see from Amya's reaction that it was definitely not something as simple as a few water ghosts. Now Roland expects that the witch's personal introduction can quickly resolve these unrest factors, so that the war situation will not appear more variables. He didn't wait for him to add more tobacco to the pipe, but the stone on the table was already glowing dark green.

"Hopefully no more bad news." The old man murmured and picked up the magic stone for information transmission and put it to his ear.

One-eyed, watching Roland's complexion gradually turn red and white in just a few seconds. Finally, the old man used a very hoarse voice to tell the complaining spirit that he had received all the information. When the call was over, the magician threw the communication stone on the desktop, and his->> at this time, the latest chapter of the dawn of the gray tower was updated as soon as possible!

Brows are almost screwed together.

"How bad is it?" No other evidence is needed, and one eye can tell that it must be bad news. She only hopes that the news is not too bad. But Roland's next words made her fall into the ice cellar.

"Damn, the cheese has said that there are still a group of witches in this city, and they are not our allies. Now that we have witnessed two, we do not rule out the possibility of more people. He made us be careful Hell, how careful this is! "Maybe for the mage, the Witches are not a fatal threat, but for Roland, who is responsible for the overall deployment, it now feels like playing chess to the end, The disadvantaged opponent suddenly pulled a row of queens from under the table.

"Why ... Is it necessary to tell the heads of the families of this news?" One-eyed breath suffocated, and then immediately reacted to tell the frontline leaders of this major hidden danger. But the old man gently waved his hand to stop her action.

"No, for now, these witches are here for Aemya, and there is no evidence that they have stood with the plague spreaders. There is no need to scare others to follow." Roland didn't want to continue to fight allies at this time. Morale, if you tell them that there are still a group of unknown witches in the city, the position is unknown, it is impossible to guarantee that no one will have the idea of ​​escape.

"Hatch ..." At this time, Lightning, who was hugged to the chair with one eye, stood up while stretching his lazy waist. It seemed to finally wake up. The dwarf leader rubbed his loose sleeping eyes and climbed to the sand table. It didn't care about the battle. In fact, most dwarfs don't care much about life or death, they simply divide the world into interesting and uninteresting parts. If death is an interesting experience, the dwarves may not refuse to try it.

"Hey guys, those things look really ugly! They are even uglier than old Edward!" Lightning pointed to a part of the sandbox and said to Roland they loudly.

The other two looked down at the dwarf's fingers ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and found that it was pointing to the ghetto where the dementors led by Dr. Hill were stationed. Where, the pieces that symbolize the dementors soldiers are disappearing at a terrible speed. Instead, there are a lot of ugly and ugly things.

These things are not the same in length, but the common thing is that these guys have a bloated body that is round and occupies most of the body, and some small wings that don't seem to support them at all. They are attacking the area where the dementors are stationing with madness, and it seems that their offensive has been so violent that doctor Hill can't even send out information for help.

"The epidemic ... Hell, go and notify the cheese!" Roland took a breath. The black mud scattered by one or two epidemic was enough to turn the small town into a dead place. I dare not imagine what these demons can do if they are not stopped.

Hearing the magician's words with one eye, he immediately grabbed the communication stone and began to send a message to the mage. At the same time, the number of dementors was still decreasing.

"How is it possible? How is this possible! With so many demon calls, who can do such a thing?" Roland's legs lost their strength because of fear and excessive tension. The old man took a step back and sat uncontrollably. On the ground.