Dawn of the Grey Tower

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Path, weeds, setting sun; knight, Hucong, ancient tone. The elf minor hummed out of Bacham's mouth sounded so melodious, like the wind blowing through the branches of the woods, and like the spring water gently washing the pebbles on the river bottom. Lyon and his entourage were riding one after the other, heading in the direction of Molten Iron City. The knight's silver armor faded the paint on the surface after the smoke of the previous flame, revealing an ugly black look, but this Shi's blood lion does not seem to care about his armor.

"Did you know? You can use your skills to make the best bards in the kingdom without food." Perhaps it was aroused by the companion's singing, Lyon turned to the elf, "I don't know the original You can sing. "

Buckham smiled, stopped humming, and answered in human language still with these quirky accents: "Elves are born artists, and we can create the most beautiful singing in the world without professional training. Listen to the old man Say, this is because the God who created us hummed unconsciously when he created the elves. "The old man in Bacham's mouth was the old elf who entrusted him to Lyon. At the cost of advising the elves to send troops to help the Cangshi Kingdom, the blood lion was forced to accept the young elf as his servant.

"The most beautiful song? I can't see it." As a warrior, Bakum was still immature. This is not because his skill is too poor. In fact, in Lyon's view, he used the skills of elves and skills alone. Saying that he has nothing to train, the two swords, one long and one short, are as easy as the extension of his body in Bakham's hands. What really limits Bakham's achievements is that this elf is too impatient compared to his skills, which makes him prone to extremes in battles and affairs. The blind eyes of being caught by the rat are the best proof. Therefore, the blood lion intends to rectify the badness of Hudson a little by singing.

Sure enough, upon hearing Lyon disagree with himself, the elf immediately rushed to catch up, and his position was the same as that of his knight. "You yourself said that I can sing better than the best bards in your kingdom, and I have never experienced any singing training. Is this not enough to prove that the elf is the best singer in the world? "

"Pooh hahaha!" Who thought, after hearing Bakham's question, the cavalier laughed on his horseback. He smiled for a long time before stopping, and this period of time was enough to make the expression on the elf's face from inexplicable to angry. "Okay, okay, I shouldn't laugh at you like that." Lyon shook his head and apologized to Hu Huong. "I said you sang better than bards, which is true. But if that's enough It ’s the most beautiful song in the world, so the word ‘most’ is too valuable. ”

"Huh, I think you just don't want to admit it. You are talking about who can sing better than elves?"

"Then I will talk about it, you just listen to it, after all, this is just a word from my family, and it can't be done." The blood lion straightened his body and cleared his throat. "The reason why I say your song is nice, is Because we are walking here now, your singing is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. However, this world is not only the wilderness. In the cave, there is no voice that is more inspiring than the chorus of the dwarves. Morale; when on the sea, no song is as good as a sailor mixed with minor words of swear words and slogans; and the most suitable performance in those magnificent opera houses is the poems that sing love and happiness, even if people know that they just walk These sounds in the theater have all become false lies, but they just love to listen. "

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In the mind of the person, you can't force the impatient person to listen to an Adagio, or force a quiet person to like the hurried narrative poems in the tavern. Actually not only singing, we are the same. Lyon said, reaching out to pull out his silver short knife from Buckham's belt.

"Good knife!" The knight couldn't stop admiring when holding the weapon for the first time. This knife felt like a perfect balance point. Only such a weapon can perfect the user's intention. 'S interpretation, but Lyon smiled again, "but it's not good enough."

"You are talking like the old man now." The elf looked at the blood lion with puzzled eyes, hoping that the other party would give him a clear answer.

"Well, this may be the reason why Mr. Green Staff entrusted you to me. Listen, kid, weapons to soldiers are like singing to poets, there is no such thing as good or bad, we are soldiers, our duty It ’s fighting, defeating the enemy! Whether you ’re holding such a knife in your hand, ”Lyon used one of his elven short knives to play a few gorgeous knives on the horse ’s back with one hand, and then used his back The weapon was returned to its owner's scabbard. Then he used his other hand to pull out the hunting knife behind him.

"It's still such a broken knife. Our essence hasn't changed. Fighting and winning, this is our pursuit and mission. The more you cherish a weapon and love it like a family, the more you are reluctant to use it Come to fight, you will be scared, afraid that it will be stained with blood, which will destroy this perfect balance. "The elder knight immediately raised his notched hunting knife and looked at his stern seriously. "Buckham, I can tell you now that when you can one day throw off your waist and take two knives, you are a real warrior."

The elf was completely stunned. He didn't understand why Lyon suddenly mentioned these words, and he didn't understand the thoughts in the knight's long story. But this did not prevent Beckham from trying to think about Lyon's right or wrong. He took out his two knives, put them in their hands, and watched the sun reflect the beautiful light on the silver blade like the flowing water.

As for the blood lion ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ he watched his sergeant fall into a certain confusion, but the corner of his mouth raised a smile. Because every sentence he said today was told by an elf who briefly partnered with him when he participated in a very cruel war. The knight still remembers how the guy with the long ears was empty-handed and fought brazenly on the chaotic battlefield with his strong body and randomness. Today he sends these words to another elf, which may be destiny. The arrangement may also be.

Looking up at the gradually setting sun, in that direction, Lyon faintly saw a small black spot appear on the horizon. His pupils shrank violently, because the knight knew that the black spot was the hammerhead The capital, Molten Iron City. The wind greeted the two of them on the road, bringing a burnt smell and rotten odor. The romantic atmosphere just disappeared with this evil wind, and even Beckham woke up from contemplation Hold the knife well.

The blood lion took a deep breath, he was familiar with the smell, it was the smell of death, the smell of war. "Put up the knives, before we can use them, we have to speed up, or we may not be able to catch up with the party in Molten Iron City!" The cavalier said, tightening his hip mount, leaning forward to speed up the horse speed.

Path, dry grass, sunset; warrior, teenager, smoke. The molten iron city on the horizon slowly expanded in the eyes of the two, and with it came the layers of black things that made up like thorns on the road ahead, that was the rallying army of rats and men.