Dawn of the Grey Tower

The roar of the giant made the mage pat the chest with fear. The kind of anger that missed his prey made Currow no doubt that the giant under the floor would never give him a chance to communicate. However, although he was temporarily free from the danger of being torn to pieces by giants, he still knew nothing about where he was now. The iron gondola brought the spellcaster into a dark space. The quiet surroundings indicated that the mechanism driving the gondola had stopped.

Curse clawed his right index finger carefully and lifted the wet finger slightly to confirm whether there was a weak airflow in the darkness. He got a definite answer, although he didn't know why, but there was a wind blowing here, a very weak wind. This allows the spellcaster to be sure that he will not die from suffocation, but also gives him the courage to ignite flames.

"Slap!" The beating flame floated in the palm of the wizard. Although the flame created by the magic crow could illuminate, it did not have the temperature of the real flame. In other words, this fire was nothing more than a lighting prop in shape. That's it. The icy light illuminates the room where the dust has been sealed for a long time. This room is very large, because the end of the light is exhausted, and the crow does not see any walls.

"Coughing" The dust floating in the air choked the caster who had turned out the iron fence and coughed loudly. The sound continued to reverberate in the darkness, and it took a long time to be quiet. What is this place? Confused, he looked down at the ground beneath his feet and found that they were made of the same metal as the wall he saw before, but the floor here was not as visible as the strange bricks in the passage below. To any trace, as if they were cast at one time.

The wizard leaned over and used his empty hands to sweep away the dust on the ground, trying to find welding gaps on the ground. He did not believe that anyone in this world could cast such a huge metal product at once. According to his knowledge, even if it is The legendary dwarf kingdom named after their god's mansion cannot do this. What is it for here? The mantra is even more curious.

The spellcaster is aiming forward aimlessly. He can be sure that there is only one creature in this space, but he cannot guarantee that there are no organ traps that have been set up long ago. For this reason, every time the curd claws fall, they will first try to make sure that the metal under the feet will not suddenly sink before dare to put the weight completely. This way of exploration is destined to make him unable to quickly reach the boundary of the room, but he does not need to do so.

When the curse walked about fifty steps forward, the outline of something appeared in the firelight. At first he thought it would be goods piled on the floor, and the spellcaster speculated that this might be the secret warehouse of Grand Duke Hammer, but soon, he had to dispel this speculation, because what appeared in the light was not a Boxes or other similar things stacked together.

It was a prayer platform, made of the same material as the ground, and it seemed to be cast together with the ground. Seeing this scene, the curse cried a little cold behind him. He knew that the technique of casting this room and the prayer platform was beyond the scope of the world. At the same time, the religious meaning of the prayer platform also made the He realized who could have this taboo technology.

"I think cheese is more suitable for this matter." Curse whispered to himself. Among the apprentices in Grey Tower, everyone knows that cheese has the clearest understanding of the existence outside the world. Even with this knowledge alone, even Clark, the owner of the Grey Tower, would come and ask for advice from the cheese from time to time, which made other apprentices envious and had a slight fear of cheese. That's an area that even their teachers don't like to set foot on.

But despite his mouth complaining, the spellcaster could not withstand his curiosity, approaching the prayer table with fire. Unlike the smooth ground, the metal prayer table is densely covered with dizzy and dense patterns. These patterns seem to be flowing under dim lighting, making it difficult for the viewer to suppress their hearts while feeling awe. Discomfort. This feeling convinced Crow that the existence of the praise from this prayer stage would never be liked.

As the wizard walked to the prayer table, he had to keep telling himself that the thing in front of him was just a piece of deformed metal. Only in this way could the fear in his heart be reduced to a range that would not drive him crazy. The mantra cautiously inspected every place on the prayer platform, wanting to see if there was a place like a secret grid. If he could find a textbook, he would have a chance to understand who this room was for. Of course, if it is a cheese, he may have already seen some clues in the lines on the prayer platform.

Curse Crow is not a cheese. He is good at cursing, but he has never touched the realm outside the world. It is darkness that fate cannot cover. I am afraid that even the **** of fate cannot influence it. In the end, the spellcaster had to shake his head and leave the prayer platform. He couldn't tell the origin of this thing. However, the Crow is not totally fruitless. Generally speaking, there will always be an idol in front of the prayer platform. Maybe he still has a chance.

The frustrated wizard continued in the direction the prayer table was facing, and the flame in his hand slowly shrank, indicating that the ventilation in the room was too late to make up for the amount of energy consumed. The conjurer certainly noticed this, and when the flame was smaller, he had to consider temporarily suspending the lighting, and wait for the wind to bring more wind. But before that he had some time.

"Let's see if we can find some clues." Less than twenty steps before the prayer stage, as expected, the curse found something else ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ And what he found was huge, and its edge exceeded the fire energy Illuminated range. The idol, the wizard secretly inferred that only the idol can have such a huge volume. The conjurer couldn't wait to reach the huge dark shadow, and raised the flame in his hand as much as possible, so as to increase the lighting area.

Although the Crow has prepared for the distorted form that the idol might have, when the optical drive drove away the darkness on the giant shadow, he still unconsciously held his breath. What kind of statue is this!

The same metal as the floor cast it, but the appearance of this **** is not like any creature. The thing worshipped in front of the prayer platform looks like a large piece of rock that was arbitrarily destroyed and cut, but in this rock Intricate techniques have been carved out of the twisted body that struggles and seems to want to escape from the inside! Spell crows can find humans, dwarves, and even elves from it, but most of these forms are still irregular, like strange shapes in which various creatures are disassembled and randomly combined. This looks like a nightmare for a child with a lot of imagination, but the image that should exist in the nightmare is too specific.

The flame in the spellcaster's hands swelled up in horror, and then quickly extinguished due to insufficient oxygen supply. In the darkness, the wizard sat down on the floor, his eyes staring straight at the statue, although all he could see now was a dark mass. Now he can be sure that this is a church, which belongs to the church of this god.