Dawn of the Grey Tower

Atticus did not repeat the bad news again. He believed that Grand Duke Hammer had heard what he said. In addition, the Iron Knight is also afraid that if he repeats this news again, his inner sadness will be instantly suppressed. The big knight's chin shivered, and there was strong sorrow in his eyes, but now the emotion was controlled by responsibility, and the old man's heart was not completely controlled.

The dwarf noticed this sadness, and he understood that Attics was not necessary and might tell such lies at this time. The Duke shook his head, and tears began to condense in his deep eyes. Dwarves rarely weep, and even many anthropologists claim that these sons of rocky mountains have no tear glands. They are wrong. Dwarves are passionate races. They will devote a lot of time to a work. Friendship is also a work for some dwarves.

Nothing is more precious than a friend who knows the truth, not even the brightest diamond. This is a popular saying among the dwarves and a portrayal of their style.

"When? Does anyone know? How do you know?" Andrea's tearful eyes were shaking, but like Atticus, he did not allow himself to indulge in sorrow. There are too many things that he needs to bear, and his friend is gone, but his kingdom is still in crisis.

"One day ago. The allies of Wangdu sent me news. This news has spread in Wangdu, but it hasn't spread out yet, temporarily." Iron Knight Shen Sheng said, the ally in his mouth is the red witch love The original one-eyed forces under Mia. Since Marcus recognized the energy of the Crimson Eye Pub, he took the initiative to put it on the line. The hands of the king and the Iron Knight are currently notified by the one-eyed.

"Are they credible?" The dwarf asked the question with the last hint of hope.

The big knight nodded his head, and the intelligence ability of Crimson pupil was double-confirmed by Marcus and cheese, he had no room for doubt.

Andrea took a deep breath. He turned his head again to look at the map behind him, "Even so, you still want to go to Salon? I don't see anything worth killing there. We should rescue those who survived more than revenge. You know, this It's a choice that Siget will make. "

"The trace of the ratmen was found in the king's castle! Besides, I am the king's great knight and must execute his orders." Atticus said, and when he mentioned the ratmen, the old man clenched his teeth. The sadness in his eyes turned into anger burning.

"Ridiculous! How can those stupid things be able to sneak into the castle? Look at the Ratmen in the wilderness. Which one of them seems to be assassinated! And even if the Ratmen infiltrate, are they Sigt's opponents?" The dwarf also took the case, scolding the Iron Knight's claims. Andre knows his old friend very well. Even in the past years, the king will still carry weapons, not to mention one or two ratmen, even if he was placed on the battlefield of the molten iron city. Skills are enough to protect yourself.

"The wizard in gray robe once said that he created a group of wise ratmen. What if one of them sneaked into the castle and poisoned your majesty's food? Those creatures are now gathered in the valley, I have to go Make it clear. "The big knight said indifferently. He did not mention another thing, that is, he suspected that the ratmen sent to the castle were most likely related to the gray robe, but this guess was too shocking, so he was not sure himself.

The dwarf said nothing more, because he saw with his own eyes how the Crow made Jerry look like he is now. But he was also aware of the problems in Atticus's words. If the wise ratmen transformed by wizards killed the king, what role did these gray-robed wizards play in them? This caused him to worry about the safety of Karus. If the gray robe is not trustworthy, the demonic ... that demonic would never let them go. Considering that the skill of seeing an old friend during the battle of molten iron is better than ever, Andrei is confident that the latter will not let him down.

Atticus saw Grand Duke Hammer's silence and thought he agreed with him. The great knight went on to say, "About those elves, we ca n’t walk with them, the voice of opposition is too high. Let them stay here, I think you and them are doing well, so that we can also be protected after we leave. You are not attacked by ratmen. "

"The Hammers don't need others to protect us, we can protect ourselves." The dwarf said, but thinking of Mulros's temper would definitely not be able to coexist with humans, and his voice went down again, "Well, I will help you stay this time they."

After listening to a knight salute to Andre, the knight chief turned and left the tent. He lifted the curtains. Most soldiers did not dare to get too close to this place even though they were worried about the safety of the Iron Knight. Only Heather stood outside the tent as two acquaintances in the tent to prevent conflict. The female knight's face was full of tiredness. Since returning to the molten iron, she immediately invested in helping the survivors. As far as Atticus knew, she had never rested.

"Go to sleep for a while, we two old guys are fine. If you fall down, I don't know how many guys will be broken." The Iron Knight patted Heather on the shoulder and walked away.

The Rose of the Hammer smiled bitterly and watched Atticus leave among the soldiers. She turned her head worriedly to the tent, hesitating whether to walk in at this time. Heather, who is familiar with Andre ’s temper, knows that sometimes letting the dwarf stay for a while will make many things easier. Andre is not ignorant of flexibility, but the dwarf's stubborn temper makes him unwilling to admit his mistakes ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Only this time, she was wrong.

The dejected dwarf touched the map silly, sliding his fingertips from Wangdu all the way northwest to the molten iron. I thought that he and Siget had just finished their adventures. They went north alone, and created a largest territory for Cangshi in ten years. But look now, the molten iron city collapsed. His friend, the man he regarded as a brother, died. Tears fell from the dwarf's gully face, running down his beard like drops of dew on the leaves in the morning.

He wanted to sing high, singing the low elegy circulated among the dwarves for his friends. But he can't do this. He is the Duke of the Hammer, and the refugees outside can't hope that he can't be sad. The intense emotion stirred in Andrea's chest, like the rapids bombarding the rock face. Suddenly, some throbbing sounded from the dwarf's chest, and his heart beat to form a melody never seen before.

"No." Andre felt the throb, and he whispered in rejection. "No, not now. It shouldn't be now!" The dwarf hugged his head and slammed his body against the table in the tent. With a muffled sound, the simple wooden long table shattered. "Do not!"

"Duke! What's the matter with you?" Heather rushed in as soon as he heard the sound in the tent. She watched Duke Hammer rushing around like a frenzy until she hit a thick wooden pillar supporting the tent.

"Bang!" The dwarf fell to the ground, his eyes staring straight up. Something murmured in his mouth, and Heather, who had approached, only heard a lot of words that were difficult to understand, that was the language of the dwarf. After a while, Andrei finally calmed down. He covered the bruised part of his head with one hand and sat up from the ground.

"Heather."

"I am here, Grand Duke."

"Light the stove and prepare the cutting board. I'm going to start work."