Dawn of the Grey Tower

() The Ratman will not pity women, even for this crazy beast, whether he can distinguish the gender gap is a problem. The alienated beast claws pressed against the top of Dr. Hill's head, and the irresistible force forced the head wearing the crow's mask to rotate a full 180 degrees! The Dementor's body instantly lost its ability to react and became a dead object that was randomly manipulated by the Ratmen.

Seeing that Hill seemed to be dead, the Ratman lost interest in her. The beast hurled her body behind her, threw it **** the bench full of test vessels, and made a large number of containers breaking. The various medicaments spilled out with it flowed to the floor, and the workshop began to permeate an unpleasant odor, which was the toxic gas released by the mutual reaction between the medicaments.

This smell had no effect on the ratmen. It took a heavy step towards the cheese that collapsed on the other side of the room. At this time, the mage seemed to have no signs of regaining consciousness, and his head dropped so that his expression could not be seen clearly. Even so, on the skin of the cheese covered by the robe, countless runes arranged in a chain-like shape began to become obvious. It seems that something under the skin is about to move.

"Roar!" The Ratman groaned in front of the mage. It did not believe that this opponent, who was fighting at the expense of thinking ability, would die so easily. If that was the case, then his contribution would be too funny. Fortunately, the development of things was not so funny. With the roar of the beast, the head of the cheese drooped slowly. There was no magic flashing in his eyes. Instead, something more dangerous.

The power from the evil **** made the Ratman instinctively realize how terrible the energy escaping from the Master's eyes, it took two steps backwards and watched the next action of the cheese. On the other hand, the mage is indeed forced to near desperation by the enemy. The suppression of pure power makes the tricky method not enough to affect the opponent, and the tricks that directly attack the soul cannot break the power of the evil spirit. So although the warnings from Alina and Wet Soul remind him not to rely too much on another force in the body, the situation is so forced that the cheese can no longer manage so much.

Sink your own consciousness to the dark state deep inside, at this time in the past, that kind of innate power will automatically entangle into the consciousness of the cheese. But this time, when the mage tried to mobilize this power, he found that although he could still feel the existence of this power, it was difficult to release them from his body. Whenever he wants to do this, there is a certain force that affects him, preventing him from concentrating his will.

The cheese opened his sleeves and looked at the layers of runes on his arms, frowning. This rune he recognized was the most skillful technique used by his teacher, the Lord of the Grey Tower, and Clark did indeed use similar spells to control the power of the cheese when the mage was young. But in the mage's impression, the last time he saw Clark had to be traced back to the time in Iron Fort ... It seems that something that happened to him had to ask the sister when he was going back. If he could return to the Grey Tower alive.

Returning to the battle in front of him, the cheese found that his biggest reliance could not be used, and he once again fell into an awkward situation. The enemies in front of you will not give you any breathing opportunities. After discovering that the mage seemed to have no intention of attacking, the bloodthirsty desire resurfaced in the rat-man's eyes. In desperation, the mage can only choose the most secure method at present. The dense fog turned into gray robes quickly filled the entire alchemy workshop. He needs to delay time to consider countermeasures.

Dense fog can hinder each other ’s vision, but the cheese knows that the opponents they face can lose their vision to relax the level of coping. The ordinary rat hearing is enough to allow them to move freely in a dark environment. What's more, the dense fog is not completely invisible.

Be careful, be careful, you must not make any noise. The mage moved cautiously under the cover of the mist. The cheese now only hopes to be as close as possible to the channel leaving the workshop before the Ratman finds himself. In such a small space, the mage dare not release the spells that may affect him, but if the battlefield can be converted to a larger place, such as the third floor of the Pharmacist Association, then the cheese has the opportunity to use more complex Terrain to fight opponents.

But will the Ratman really let the mage escape from its nest? The answer is no, without thinking, the brutal and bloodthirsty instinct can also make the beast infer the fact that his prey is trying to escape. It did not deliberately lighten its footsteps, while making heavy footsteps, it walked to the only exit of the workshop. The Ratman doesn't care about playing with the cheese in the dense fog for a while, after all, the physical fitness of the two is completely incomparable.

Hearing the ratmen's footsteps, the mage knew that his plan was probably exposed. He now has only two choices, either to take a desperate fight through the cover of the mist, or to distance himself from the opponent for the time being, and then do another calculation. If the cheese hasn't released any spells on the Ratmen before, he may indeed choose to kill him, but on the basis that he has prepared a complete offensive magic that can't hurt the opponent at all, the mage doesn't know that he can succeed this time.

When the cheese released the dense fog, he had noticed that Hill was thrown onto the workbench, and the mage slowly moved in that direction according to the layout of the workshop in his impression. He hopes that the destructive vitality of the dementors will enable the female doctor to survive this deadly injury to mortals. Unfortunately, the cheese apparently forgot the potions that released poisonous gas on the ground.

"Poof" The sound of shoes stepping on water stains was so loud in a quiet workshop. At this time, the mage really hoped that he would have time to speak a **** to express his mood. But the speed of the Ratman made him understand that his only way to survive now is to leave here quickly.

"Hoo!" The Ratman's paw pierced the mist a second after the cheese stepped on the potion ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ pierced the air at the mage's original location. The cheese at this time has already flashed aside with an extremely inelegant rollover motion.

Although flashing the opponent's first attack, the mage knows his position is not safe. He didn't stop tumbling, and rolled to the edge of the wall before stopping. Perhaps because of the instinct to survive, the normally lack of exercise cheese actually did not make a sound in this series of actions. However, many of the residues of the broken ground utensils penetrated into the mage's body during the rolling. Blood ran out of the wound.

Noting the pain in his body, the cheese understood that he was running out of time. With the positioning of the blood stains, the Ratman's next attack will never be empty. And his physical condition never allowed him to be hit again to that extent. Think, think about it! The cheese's brain was spinning rapidly. He analyzed everything around him at an extremely fast speed, trying to find a way out of it.

At this time, the sticky touch between the fingers attracted the attention of the mage, and the medicaments sticking to his hand during the tumbling made the skin on the mage's hand slightly tingling. Wait a minute, this taste. The cheese raised his arm, sniffed the medicine under his nose, and smelled it. Almost instantly, a plan appeared in his mind.