Dawn of the Grey Tower

For the time being, let go of all the people who are continually talking about this sudden decisive battle. As the protagonists of the duel, Lyon and Mullos are making final confirmation of their equipment. The environment in the molten iron ruins is harsh, and naturally there is no time to prepare a venue for them to fight separately. Fortunately, both of them are veterans of the battlefield. Even if there is some raised waste in the venue, they can handle it easily, and Turn it into an advantage that benefits you.

The blood lion sits at the northeast corner of the duel surrounded by elves. Bacham tightens his armor stomach beside his knight. These armor are likely to be life or death in the duel. "I still don't believe you actually agreed to him." The elf huddled the armor stomach from one side, muttering dissatisfaction in his mouth. He knew how bad Lyon's condition was, otherwise he would not have to confirm the knight's armor. As for Hucong ’s concerns, the Blood Lion only smiled. He pointed to his opponent in the southwest corner. “Tell me about him, it ’s necessary to understand the opponent.”

"He? Muluos, now a vigorous general, with the attention of the Presbyterian Church, the support of the soldiers, my uncle." Beckham's face showed a little complex expression, his tone expressed the young People do not respect their uncle like other elves, "I don't like him, he only has hatred in his heart. That thing really makes him invincible, but also makes him blindly exclude all creatures other than elves, so Speaking, you better not lose, I dare to guarantee that he will never let you live. "

"A warrior driven by hatred? That's the toughest type." The blood lion shrugged, but he was still very relaxed.

Buckham does n’t like Lyon ’s attitude, “Listen to my knight, you do n’t know elves. Although you may have killed a lot on the battlefield, you do n’t know our culture and customs. Hatred is like a human to an elf. It has a different meaning, and if you really understand it, you will not be as slack as you are now. "

"Indeed, I don't know about it. But you can tell me now, is it not too late?" Lyon looked at his Hucon and said.

The young elf sighed. When he was following the green staff, he was always turned around by the elder's inexplicable request. When he was finally freed from Atwood's clutch, he now followed the human knight who was older. The elves are also anxious. "Okay, time is limited. I try to sum it up as far as possible. Did you see the hammer in my uncle's hand?"

Lyon ’s eyes turned to his opponent. Mulros ’s weapon was indeed a one-handed prism hammer. The hammer head of this warhammer showed irregular polygons. A large number of iron pieces were wrapped on it, making the whole hammer head very commendable. terror. "Seeing that, I thought the elven weapons were full of beauty."

"In most cases, that's the case. We have time to slowly sculpt our weapons. Except for the one in my uncle's hand, the warhammer is called a hatred by him. Many years ago, a group of rude dwarf robbers rushed into the forest. , They cut down the old trees, killed the forestry patrons who came to discourage, and left wounds in our homeland that haven't been healed so far. My uncle killed them, and he brutally used the dwarves one by one. Torture to death. Do you think the hatred is over here? No, for the elves, the revenge of the enemies is only half finished, our hatred will continue to their relatives and even those who resemble them. Uncle is like this, In order to prove his determination for revenge, he made the heart of the oldest dead tree in that catastrophe, the thickest piece of the roots, into his own hammer. Then he took the blood and flesh of those dwarf robbers together with their weapons and The armor melted together, and the firewood was the tree killed by them. It is said that the flame in the stove was as red as blood. When the things were all melted into a pot, the uncle would Hammer into the stretch, you guessed how? Those things all wrapped into his hammer, which is the origin of the species of his weapons, hatred. No kidding, you never want to have to be so treated. "

After listening to Buckham's comment, Lyon closed his eyes for a few seconds and his expression became serious. Just when the elf thought his knight finally realized the seriousness of the matter, the corner of the blood lion's mouth rose again. "Understood, this is the case. By the way, do you have any haters now?"

Hu Cong tightened the last knot, he stood up and looked at Lyon, the man who introduced himself to the human world. "If you die, I will hate you. I haven't really understood all of this." "It sounds terrible, it seems that I still win the battle." Blood Lion said standing up and pulling Starting with the knight sword beside him, this is the best sword that the Duke of the Hammer found from the hands of all the warriors, but in spite of this, this weapon is already covered with blood and tears.

"It seems that you are ready to die?" Noting Lyon's move, Mullos also carried his own hammer and walked to the center of the field.

For the provocation of the elven general, the blood lion just took a sword flower, he was familiar with his new weapon. "Do you know? According to the interests of the knights, even if the opponent is, I should salute before the duel. But to you, I will not do it. I respect your deeds to defend your people, but I ca n’t agree that letting hatred be a part of my life. ”Speaking of which, Lyon laughed a little.“ I ’m really, what qualifications are there to say this? I have n’t defeated myself and let those mice break through the line of defense. Your luck is too bad, this time, I can't lose anything I said. "The voice of the knight's sword was pointed away from the opponent a few steps away, and the knight's long eyes were also cold now. Intention and determination were surging in his eyes as if they were the same, and no one would think that this person had not rested for two days.

"Humph, sharp teeth." Mulros snorted and took the warhammer off his shoulder. The hammer head full of barbed and broken iron pieces made people shudder. "What's the difference between you human beings and those mice? Greedy devouring everything, wanton reproduction without thinking, giving you any charity makes me sick."

Lyon didn't say much, he took a step back and put his sword across his chest, making a fighting stance. The elf general smiled disdainfully, standing on the ground and standing the hammer of the hammer on the ground, holding the hammer handle with his right hand. The battle is about to start ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The elf soldiers serving as the border around noticed this, they began to hit their armor or shield with a short knife, and made a neat voice, announcing this decision like a drumstick The future battle of the city's survivors begins.

Andre, Karus, and other residents of the Molten Iron City, including the Crow, were condescending in the higher ruins and watched the start of the battle. The dwarf's expression was serious. He heard Mullow's words clearly. The flames of anger also burned in the chest of Grand Duke Hammer. If he could, he even wanted to replace Lyon and beat the unknown elf into a slime. But he ca n’t do this, and the price of becoming a lord is that you ca n’t do it anymore. The demonic killer has a sardonic smile on his mouth. He knows the taste of hatred. Among all the people present, he understands Muluos best, but the air flowing in his body makes him understand that hatred is not the most important thing in this world.

As for Atwood, another representative of the elves, the old elf rode onto his deer and watched the battle on the other side. It is just that Bacham, who has retired from the battlefield, now that his mentor does not seem to care about the two duels at all, and the green staff just drinks himself. Just when the elf wanted to remind the elders of the current situation, fierce cheers came and the duel officially began! ...

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