Dawn of the Grey Tower

Cheese doesn't like the undead. This is not because he thinks this existence is too evil, but because the mage has tried to study the way of the undead in depth, but he quickly gave up this road, because in the eyes of the cheese, this road cannot take He leads to truth. This matter is also related to his fellow fellow in the Grey Tower. A fierce argument made the mage determined not to touch this deep knowledge, but also made him start to reflect on many things related to it. The cheese's understanding of the forms of existence of many undeads also began at that time. Disgust often makes a person understand something more than enthusiasm. This also means that although the mage is not good at using death-related magic, he is fully aware of the principles and necessary conditions of these magics, such as the birth of the undead.

"Who presided over your transformation ceremony? Those grievances don't have this ability." As he returned to the gray robe, the cheese finally had the confidence to stand before the ghoul's eyes without fear. While asking this question to his opponent, he glanced at the shovel that was still undamaged under the dragon fire. Edward ’s transformation reminded the mage that he can now be sure that the magic attached to the shovel is also from Necromancer. And, maybe even from the guy who turned the ghoul king into this look.

"Oh, haven't you always been self-satisfied? How about guessing it yourself?" Of course, Edward would not answer the mage's question. The anger made the red light spot in his eyes even more infiltrating. It never thought of this raid. It will look like this. The assassination that should have been clean and neat turned into a struggle. The addition of the gray robe mage caused a lot of damage to his clan. Even he revealed the biggest secret in the ghoul king and believed in the dead soul guard The person became a blasphemous undead. As long as this news is released, I believe that no one in the Edward family will recognize its status as patriarch. So for it, all the people in this room today must die.

The cheese tilted his head, his hands began to gather magical energy, and the aura in his eyes grew accordingly. "It doesn't matter, when I knock you down, there is naturally a way to find that person." The mage's voice was calm and unusual, as if telling something that was destined to happen.

"Fantastic delusion." The ghoul roared, but only lost his throat, and its voice could no longer be as passionate as the real living creature, and it sounded very strange. The broken body did not affect Edward's movement at all. The short distance between it and the cheese disappeared instantly. The boneless claws smashed toward the mage's chest with the smell of coke! However, waiting for Edward to understand why its claws penetrated the chest of the cheese so easily, the mage who was supposed to be in front of it appeared leisurely on the edge of the former's field of vision.

"Have you lost your sense of smell, can't you tell the difference between true and false?" The illusion strung on the ghoul's claws turned into a smoky gray dust, and the mage's mouth showed a disdainful smile. For the cheese, he can use many tricks against the undead with the slow senses as opponents. He raised his left hand and waved his head upwards, and the clear moonlight shone into the room along the hole in the roof. Under this layer of moonlight, everyone felt only a flower in front of him, and the figure of the cheese turned into five at once. Much!

This kind of scam, which is purely derived from vision, has no effect on ghouls under normal circumstances. They only need to sniff to distinguish between real flesh and false phantoms. But for the undead, especially the newly transformed undead, this is probably not so easy. It is true that the organs such as eyes and ears are lost, and the undead have a set of perception methods that are independent of the physical senses, but in fact, the undead transformed by living things are often used to embody this perception method into visual and Hearing, only then can they understand this external information. Before being burned by the dragon fire, the flesh of Edward's body was still fresh, which is enough to prove that it has not been transformed for a long time, and it is not familiar with new life forms.

The ghoul king stood blankly among the five cheeses, looking at this and that, trying to find out from the clues which is the real mage. But under the moonlight, every cheese is the same, the movement, the expression, and even the stains on the shirt are exactly the same. In this case, Edward knew that his chance of catching a real mage might not exist at all. Who knew if cheese could replace his entity and the surrounding phantoms? But even if he is not familiar with the new way of existence, the spicy gravediggers have found a solution. The ghoul turned his head towards the others, but despite turning his back on the wizard, Edward's attention remained on the five cheeses.

All the wizards sighed slightly, regretting the spell they were about to complete but had to stop. His enemies did know where his life was. The illusion disappeared, and the rest of the cheese faded with the dim moonlight, leaving only the one furthest from the enemy who raised his hands and pointed at the opponent. "Boom!" The mud in the hole in the floor became a huge arm under the magic control, and quickly grabbed Edward! The ghoul has been prepared for a long time, and his hands are turned backwards at an unfinished angle from the creature, using the surging mud as a support point, the whole body is lifted up! One turned over and stepped on the dirt arm, and then ran along the shortcut all the way to the mage.

The cheese looked at the enemy who threw at him, his hands spread out as if he did not intend to resist at all. And this is indeed the case ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ After suspending the method, mobilizing the soil to form the arm is already the limit of his spellcasting. Too frequent casts make the mage's body tend to collapse. So, seeing the ghoul king's claws tearing the human body under the gray robe, why can the mage laugh? "It's too slow," he said softly.

Edward didn't care what the cheese meant, it just wanted to kill the wizard first, and then kill everyone in the house. "Death, grey robe." The voice of the undead whispered, the starlight shining from the roof reflected on it and neutralized the ugliness of the rotten body. Suddenly, the ghoul almost saw his claws penetrate into the gray robe, and then it was overturned by a huge force, pressed against the wall, and could no longer move.

"Hoo ..." The threat was lifted, and the body of the cheese instantly lost its supportive strength. The mage was very uncharacteristically, he sighed back on the ground and let out a breath. "So I said, you came too slowly." Noisy footsteps appeared in the hallway, and the sound unique to Losana's military boots was very obvious.

"You still say I'm slow? Explain the big guy in the sky first. You absolutely can't imagine what it was like on the street when we came." Wolfwalker said dissatisfiedly, and then increased the suppression of ghouls. In the face of Jack ’s strange power, Edward, who had lost his muscle blessings, had no room for action, and could only serve as a rag doll. That's right, it wasn't magic at the last moment that lifted the claws of the enemy from the front of the cheese, but the werewolves running all the way.

"I can't control what they are arguing about. I've been guilty enough tonight. First the crab, then the ghoul, and a spit out of the **** dragon fire. Let Ms. Emia tie the traitor, I will talk after I wake up. "After that, the mage fainted.