Dawn of the Grey Tower

The Iron Knight woke up from his sleep. He looked at the sky and found that it was not long before he fell asleep. The sun was still a long way from noon. And the result of staring closely at the sun is that the big knight has to close his eyes and press his sore corners with his fingers. Only then did he realize that although he only experienced an extremely short sleep, his mental state was greatly restored, as if he had not slept for two hours but slept for two days. And the sense of burnout after a long sleep did not appear. Atticus only felt that he was full of strength now. Such a situation rarely occurs after he is fifty.

The knight stood up next to the campfire, moved his neck and arms, and glanced around. He saw that the old elf was still in the same way as before, his chest undulating regularly, and he didn't mean to wake up at all. But Marcus beside him, a lot of sweat came out of his body, frowning and breathing quickly, as if having a nightmare. Atticus immediately wanted to wake up the latter, but when his hand was stretched out, a silent arrow was inserted on the ground between him and Marcus.

The Iron Knight looked in the direction of the arrow, and the two elves in charge were watching him. One of the two was still holding a bow, apparently the origin of the arrow. The other one pressed his finger on his lips, instructing Atticus not to act lightly. Atticus took a deep breath. He certainly had the confidence to take the king's hand from the elves, but he didn't do it. If this pain is also part of the treatment, you really should not act rashly. The iron knight pulled up the iron that he had previously put on the ground, which made the elves nervous. But he just inserted the saber back into his waist, and then sat on the ground again.

Atticus didn't wait long, the King's hand was quiet for almost half an hour. Then Marcus clutched his head and got up from the ground. "You don't look good," the cavalier leader greeted first. So far he hasn't felt the same, but the final determination depends on Marcus's answer.

"It's not so good, it's terrible. I shouldn't have eaten mushrooms anymore, especially roasted mushrooms." Taylor Riel said with some fear, in the dream before he woke up, he just felt like he was being The fire burned the same pain. But when he opened his eyes to put this memory down temporarily, he found something exciting, the headache that bothered him and disappeared. But this joy did not last long, and Marcus discovered something else. When he looked at the great knight who cared about himself, his eyes did not stop. It felt like there was no difference between the people in front of him and the trees and trees everywhere. It was only after the king ’s hand tried to concentrate his attention. Make Attic's outline clear.

Fortunately, the Iron Knight did not pay attention to these details, or he attributed this situation to the trance after Marcus woke up. "How is your headache?" Asked the Grand Knight, patting the latter on the shoulder. Although he seems to have been completely excluded from this treatment, Marcus's struggle before waking up and his current state indicate that there is nothing wrong with the judgment of entering the dream. Something must have happened in the dream of the king's hand. And now Atticus only hopes that is what he expects.

"I think I've gotten rid of it." Marcus nodded and smiled. It is a matter of course to pay the price and get the reward. He has nothing to complain about, nor will he let this unrest affect the Iron Knight. Then he bowed deeply to the old elf who was still sleeping. "I believe you can hear me and thank you for your help. No matter how I end up, that is my own choice."

The bird that once led the way for the two flew out of the green staff's hair again. It flew around Marcus twice, and then flew straight into the forest. "Come on, it's okay here." The king's hands sorted out his clothes and dusted the dust from above.

Attic tilted his head and followed. When he habitually placed his hand on the hilt of his waist, he faintly felt the warmth of Tie Ze's hilt. However, the old knight only regarded it as the reason that this sword had been left in the sun for too long, and did not think much about it.

As the two left the camp of the elves, the noisy vocals not far away made the dream just seem to be far away. The disappearance of the hand of the king and the long knight made all the nobles panicked. They hurriedly contacted others, hoping to determine the true situation. Marcus even saw cross-shaped flagpoles being erected in some aristocratic camps. It should be known that the specifications that can only be used by Cangshi are commanders. It seems that it is only one morning that the whole coalition situation has been messed up.

Marcus did not rush back to the camp, he and the knight stood on the hillside, watching the scene. After a while, there was a chuckle. "Look, my dear His Excellency Atticus, this is what a kingdom should be. When Your Majesty is here, we are like having a big dream. The glory and order in the dream are true, like The sun is as ubiquitous. And now, the dream is awake. It is not noon, but midnight. Midnight is not a knight of justice, and midnight is the time of the devil. "

"What do you want to say? Child ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Atticus frowned and looked at the King's hand in doubt, he saw the heavy cloak gently shaking behind this fat body, like a bat Wings. The Iron Knight does not understand the meaning of Marcus's words, but these contents of his instinctive sensation made him somewhat resistant.

"What do I want to say? I want to tell these greedy hyenas that the dinner has begun. But, it needs admission tickets." Marcus' head was down with a slight smile on his mouth, and he opened his hands with open hands. , As if to embrace the whole kingdom in chaos.

The Iron Knight who was watching this scene now realized that he might have made a mistake, and the person in front of him became strange. He wanted to turn around now to pull Atwood off the Bucks and question him about Marcus' changes, but he probably could imagine the old elf's answer. So the old man could only lightly tap on his shoulders with his hands, as if the king ’s sword struck both shoulders when he was sealed as a knight. . "

A gust of wind blew through, blowing up the hair of the Great Knight who had no time to take care of it. At the same time, a white cloud was blown and blocked in front of the sun, causing the entire hillside to fall into shadow. Atticus plucked the wire, looked up at the cloud, and clenched the iron hilt with his finger. He seemed to have made a certain determination, flicked his cloak, and strode to Marcus in front.