Dawn of the Grey Tower

The spellcaster's eyes were out of focus. He walked to Andrei's side. His two hands hidden in his robe were shaking according to a certain pattern. The spell was not over. He had to maintain those in this way. Crow exists. Grand Duke Hammer did not see other people cast spells on the first day. He quickly understood the state of the curse crow at this time and knew that it was the fighter plane now. So despite his exhaustion, the determined dwarf raised his warhammer, "Boys of the Hammer! The time for the counterattack! It's time for us to get rid of those **** mice!" After he finished, he took the lead, first The man passed the defensive bunker, shouting the name of the ancestor in his mouth, and the warhammer in his hand whistled and knocked down the enemy in front of him.

Bakum, who was responsible for protecting the dwarves, cursed at this, but Lyon had to complete the task he had given him. The young elf glared at the wizard, and then he could only scalp and follow Andre's figure and rushed up. "In the name of the forest, I hate dwarves and wizards." The silver blade spread in the words, turning into a deadly silver thread, and Bacham's long knife stuck in the neck of the ratman. It was difficult to pull out even if the elf tried hard Out. In desperation, he could only abandon one of his two weapons and proceed with a short knife.

Lyon noticed what had happened, and the battle-hardened blood lion immediately made the same decision as the dwarf. "Follow the Grand Duke, let's go!" The knight took the sword as a spear, pierced the enemy in front of him, threw the flesh that was still struggling like a stone, and overturned a group of unsuspecting ratmen . Then Lyon jumped onto the wooden box and picked up the weapon of a fallen soldier. The sword pointed towards the enemies like a flag. "kill!"

More and more soldiers responded to the call to counterattack. They squeezed their last trace of strength, with bloodshot eyes in their eyes, fighting with all the weapons they could pick up, following their leaders. This is a battle of trapped beasts. The molten iron man who was forced into the underground passage must guard his final position, and their eruption of anger is transformed into strength. No one cares about swordsmanship anymore, and ca n’t talk about tactics at all. In this narrow battlefield, the line between humans and beasts has become extremely blurred. This is the way of survival. Apart from those bright appearances, that kind of creature Is n’t your lifestyle bloody?

The sound of battle gradually calmed down. Humans successfully protected their positions and drove the rats out of the tunnel. According to the understanding of this time, those rats will eat a lot in order to supplement the physical strength lost in the battle, but failed to take away the human corpses, they will only have one biological source, the same kind. Not to mention the discomfort caused by this kind of behavior, but this ultimately gave the tired soldiers a chance to breathe. The obviously embarrassed lord, who had fought the victory, returned to the back of the line with his remaining troops, and most of them passed out. A small number of people who can stay awake have no energy to move.

"Ha, thank you, it will take a long time for us to repel those mice without your timely presence." Grand Duke Hammer leaning on the wall thanked the curse with his eyes half open. He did not say that the shot of the curse almost subverted the situation on the battlefield. The stubbornness of the dwarf made Andre unwilling to admit that he and his soldiers had already struggled to win the same battle. The beast also needs rest, and here, it is not a safe enough lair.

"Has Karus not returned yet?" The spellcaster's face was pale, and the energy recovered after sleep was consumed again in the cast just now. He leaned against the wall and asked about the whereabouts of the demon. . Karus is now the hope of all survivors. As the only one of these people who can come and go freely in these dangerous tunnels alone, the Devil is given the task of finding an exit. After all, these channels mixed with the collapse of the molten iron city and the original sewer system are no longer familiar to the dwarves, let alone the channels are full of ratmen and Radnor, no matter which one is encountered during the hasty movement This is a disaster for survivors.

"Relax, he will come back." Andrei has full trust in his friends, and the dwarf promises his promise, but he doesn't know who this sentence is meant for.

"He'd better come back. Continue this way, even if we find the exit, our physical strength is difficult to complete the retreat." Buckham said angrily, with his long knife in front of him, the streamlined blade appeared in half of the position A very scary notch, which the elf collapsed when pulling out his knife.

Grand Duke Hammer was silent, he knew that Beckham was right, the soldiers were seriously depleted of physical strength, and under such harsh conditions, they did not even have medicine to treat the wounded. Lyon, who was bandaging a warrior, gritted his teeth. The young man in front of him looked like he was seventeen or eighty years old. It was when he embraced the beauty of the world, but the claws of the ratman tear him apart Some of the intestines even leaked out of the wound. There is still a chance to treat such injuries in peacetime, but now, whether it is the blood lion or the injured person, he knows that they have no way. "Please ... don't waste it, bandage ... adult." The soldier's hand held Lyon, a bitter smile on his pale face. "Leave it to everyone else." The blood lion's mouth grew, and he wanted to inspire the young man not to give up hope, but when he looked at the tired face of the other person, there was something stuck in his throat, making it impossible to make a sound. "Sorcerer!" Lyon desperately tried his best to turn his head and yelled at the curse crow. If anyone could save the wounded now ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ then there was only the gray robe mage.

The spellcaster wanted to act as if he didn't hear the cry because he knew he was helpless about the injury. But Crow also believed that if he pretended not to hear and was indifferent, Lyon would definitely come with a knife on his stomach. Grey robe walked through the tunnel, these short steps are now so difficult. "Save him," the blood lion said half threateningly and half begging. "I try as much as possible." Curse sighed and knelt down on the ground to start talking about the **** bandages being dismantled and checking the terrible wound. The conjurer never thought that the human body, which had been used to in the laboratory for a long time, would one day make him feel scared. The man was not saved. He knew that the paw of the rat had cut the wall of the intestine. Even if he could sew up the wound, the injured person would die of internal bleeding. The currow raised his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "It's hard to wait for death, I can help you out now." The soldier nodded, and the wizard raised his hand and pressed his face. A slight influx of magic power to kill such an extremely weak person does not require much effort, right?

Lyon couldn't bear to see this scene, he stood up and turned around, looking at the wall above his head. When the curse crow got up, the knight punched fiercely on the stone brick next to him. Blood ran down the gap between his fingers and dropped to the ground. "How about witches?" Blood Lion asked, trying to distract from the tragedy behind.

"The old look, one is under my control, the other, I still can't feel it." Curse reorganized the bandage that had just been removed from the dead person and replied. ...

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