Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Huh ... how is his situation?" Curse placed the knife in his hand on the wooden cart that was used as both an operating table and a carrier. He wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with the back of his hand and asked Lin who was in charge of the cart. . There was a glimmer of light in the Banshee ’s eyes. She tilted her head and looked at the little boy lying in the car for a long time before he hesitated. "There should be no problem, I do n’t see him dying in the near future. . It ’s just that he is no longer human, right? "

"Of course, do you think he looks like a human being there? Well, he looks really ugly now. How long does it take for those hairs to grow?" Qi Li, who was an assistant, said with a disgusted face. It's no wonder that the witch will have this kind of reaction. At this time, the boy has basically become a squirrel, and because of the surgery, the spellcaster shaved his hair that should cover the whole body, which makes the boy look. Like a ball of pink meatballs.

"It won't take long. As long as the nutrition involved is sufficient, his regeneration rate will reach an amazing level, although it is still not as good as the wolf walker." The wizard nodded and was satisfied with Lin's answer. He looked at the hairless rat man under the light, and his face showed a strange smile, the expression was like an artist looking at his most satisfactory work. This is indeed the case. From the return of Karus to the completion of the operation, Crow put all his energy on the operation. As a detective, he is curious that the limit of the murloc race will be there, and the creature in front of him may be able to provide himself with an answer. "I really hope that the cheese can look at this, and I look forward to the expression on the guy's face." The spellcaster's words were not words of complacency. He boldly took the opposite of the cheese during the surgery to transform the boy. Way, if the agent of the cheese inhibits the activity of the rat plague, then the curse is to suppress the plague contagiousness at the same time, completely squeeze out its ability to transform the flesh, and then use appropriate induction to allow too much energy To strengthen the nerve and visceral strength, Crow believes that his own approach is the really correct solution.

"Does he still remember who he is?" Peg asked timidly. Because her magic was banned, and the wizard actually only needed an assistant, the long-haired witch was unfortunately demoted to He Lin. The same person responsible for the cart.

"Of course, otherwise, what else can he do, I have deliberately protected his brain, and if this would cause problems, I would jump from the top of the gray tower." The contented curse is obviously in a good mood, and he even opened it rarely. A joke, but the spellcaster quickly continued, "Of course, this is just a metaphor. In order to adapt to the new body, his brain has undergone some changes. You better expect this to not affect his memory or personality. I I do n’t want him to wake up and only know how to drink blood and eat meat. If that ’s the case, I ’m afraid I ’ll have to kill him personally. I hate to destroy my work. ”

Pegg nodded, but before she could say anything, the noise began to spread from all around. "Have you heard?" "Exit! It's an exit!" "Dagong has found an exit!" "The exit is in front! Run!" ...

Such shouts are endless, and the dead team that was originally like a zombie suddenly became lively. People accelerated their pace and rushed towards the front of the team. Some people even started to push the people in front of them. "Hey! Please get around here." Buckham, who was responsible for protecting the operation, withdrew his weapon, and the sharp blade was still striking in the dark, he snorted to those who wanted to pass through the wizard. This behavior was quite effective, and soon this small mobile operating table became like a reef in the waves.

"Your Excellency," Buckham said, looking down. He only responds to one person.

"How did you come here? Don't you want to guard the tail of the team?" Currow squinted at Lyon, not surprised by the visit of the Blood Lion.

"I'm still guarding the tail of the team. You are the tail of the team now." The Cavaliers bowed their heads to Lin, and the lady built a high reputation among the refugees in the molten iron. She was kindly called Angels, I just do n’t know if those people can still smile at her after they know the true identity of the Banshee.

"So the exit is very close?" The conjurer understood the knight's meaning. Their position was originally in the middle of the team. If it becomes the end of the team, the exit of people's mouth may not be far in front. "It can be said that I do n’t think you need me to protect. I came to take Bacham and then rush to the exit. If Karus ’s claim is true, we will meet some new friends on the ground. I just hope Dagong hasn't smashed his warhammer on the elf's head. "Lyon shrugged helplessly. From his attitude towards Beckham, he can see that the dwarf didn't like elves, and the blood lion couldn't expect the elves To endure Andre's bad temper unilaterally, he must intervene before his allies become enemies.

"Then you can speed up the pace, I can smell the smell of hatred in the wind," the wizard said, his tone making it difficult to tell whether this was a joke.

In fact, the words of the Crow did work. If Lyon and his stern arrived later, the dwarf lord and the elven general might have begun a duel. But even so, the remnants of Molten Iron City who have seen the sun from the underground exit and the elves who have just cleaned up the ratmen and cultists in the ruins have been in confrontation. The dwarf was condescending, which made him taller and looked down on the elves' army. The elves headed by Mullos also arranged the array without any weakness, and there seemed to be no possibility of peaceful coexistence between them.

"Elf!" Andrea gritted his teeth, his thick eyebrows twisted into his eyes, and the dwarf's voice seemed to squeeze out of his teeth, which felt more bitter than the mouse. . The elf general riding the road showed no signs of weakness. "Dwarf!" Mulros' left hand rested on the reins, and the one-hand hammer in his right hand clenched tightly. His eyes were full of flames of hatred, and his companion who had died tragically on the dwarf's hand seemed to be urging him to launch an offensive command in his ear. But Mullos didn't do it in the end, because of a drunken figure riding on a huge stag.

"Hiccup!" Atwood Green Staff, the elf elder responsible for supervising this military operation seemed to have no understanding of the situation at the scene. He was lying on the back of his mount, letting that corner be covered with a hip flask The stag walked towards the dwarf. The old elf also had a hip flask in his hand. When he came to Andre, the green rod shook the hip flask, and the sound of liquid impinging came from inside. "I heard, hiccups, dwarves are experts in wine making. This is my own fruit wine, try?"

Not much to say, Grand Duke Hammer reached out and took the hip flask in Atwood's hand and took a sip of the liquor ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He frowned, "Huh, the soft wine, called the juice more Appropriate. But as an elf, you deserve praise. I wish I could dig a few barrels of fire lilies from this **** ruin, and I will let you know what a real dwarf wine is! "

"Roaring, shouting but wanting to lose my beard, my short friend." Green Stick said with a smile.

Lyon and Bacham, who rushed out of the crowd, saw such a scene. "It seems that we are worried." The Blood Lion knew the dwarf's temper, and an elf who liked wine was enough to make him feel relieved. "Not yet. General Mulhouse is well-known to all elves for their aversion to dwarves and humans. I will talk to him." Buckham shook his head, instructed the knight to slide down the slope, and walked towards his people.

"Hey, my bird, do you have nothing to say to your mentor?" The old elf asked as Bacham walked past the green staff. Somewhat unexpectedly, Bacham, who has always been known for his arrogance and rudeness, stopped this time. He turned to pay a respectful tribute to his mentor, "I thank you for waiting for the general to put down his weapon I ’ll talk about it later. Now, let me try to save the situation. "

Atwood looked at Buckham like a monster and walked away. He grabbed the hip flask from Andre and grabbed a sip. "Ah, I must have drunk too much today. Hiccup!"