Dawn of the Grey Tower

The cheese felt his condition was terrible, and the buzz in his head had not stopped. The whispers, the curse-like words were still shaking against his eardrums, he could not remember how many times he had to stop the crotch mount, trying to maintain balance and not fall off the horse. It was so bad, he thought so. The cold wind blowing from behind blew up the mage's black hair. This cold feeling made him find himself more or less. The cheese looked around with a daze, hoping to determine his position.

The sound of flowing water from a distance told the mage that he did not deviate from his direction. As long as he followed this sound to reach the Dragon Blood Stream and then flowed down the river, he could reach his destination, Valley City. "I hope everything is still within reach." The cheese didn't know if he was persuading himself or praying, but it didn't matter which one it was. The mage came down immediately and he was afraid to continue riding in this state. Eat bitterly. The Frost Guards do not raise war horses, and the Longji Mountain they live in does not need to use this kind of animal galloping on the plains, so the horses held by the cheese are as uneasy as this rider.

"Snoring!" The horse covered with long hair snorted and apparently resisted deviating from the road through the trees. The animal instincts tell it that it is not safe to do so, and the terrain in the forest is not suitable for running on its own. The cheese pulled twice and found that he could not control his mount with power. Now he regretted the decision to go alone. But this is also something that can't be done. The Frost Guard's manpower is not sufficient. Although they have won with few previous preparations with sufficient previous preparations in several rat attacks, but there are still casualties. Coupled with the fact that the mage did not want to explain to an uninformed person what was going on at the moment, so he just asked for some basic supplies and a horse, and went south alone.

"Well, this is what you are looking for." The magic light began to appear in the wizard's eyes. It is not difficult to use magic to twist the minds of creatures, especially horses, which are not very prominent in their cognitive ability. But in his previous experience, cheese still tried to avoid this situation, he did not like to do so. I do n’t like it. I do n’t like it. The exhausted mage, tortured by a headache, does n’t have the energy to appease the mount. He uses his empty left hand to complete the gestures needed to cast the spell, and then stares at the horse ’s eyes.

The effect of magic soon became apparent, and the somewhat irritable horse just calmed down slowly, and the willingness to resist also weakened significantly. But just before this spell was about to be completed, the weakened headache once again hit the cheese, letting his prepared magical energy dissipate instantly, and the energy that escaped the restraint from his eyes turned into a blue thumb. The meteor shower scattered across the ground and left small holes in the crackle.

"Poo poo!" This unexpected change completely shocked the mage's mount. The horse stood up, and he suddenly threw off the cheese holding the rein's right hand. Don't step back to avoid. After the horse hit the ground with four hooves, it left its new owner very decisively and ran towards Longji Mountain.

"Stop!" Cried out in vain, trying to stop the horses carrying all the supplies, but he didn't chase two steps forward, and the more intense pain forced him to kneel to the ground, unable to catch up. The sound of the horseshoe disappeared quickly, and it would take a long time to try to chase back the running horses. Moreover, the premise is that the cheese can get rid of the headache. "Damn it!" The mage cursed, striking the ground hard, and he got nothing but the pain from his hand relieved the pain in his brain.

In desperation, the cheese can only hobble through the woods by itself. Fortunately, it has been looted by the ratmen. The large beasts in the forest have already been swallowed up. Nothing can cause trouble to the mage. Otherwise, I am afraid that only one wild wolf can kill the cheese in this state. Speaking of this, the headache is also a disaster of infallibility. The broker did give the mage something on the ice field before, and his means are quite clever, which would not cause any discomfort to the cheese. However, there is another high-level existence left in the mind of the cheese. The mage's mind has now been reduced to the battlefield of both the wet soul and the broker. Although these two forces are not strong, their form of existence is too clever. , So that the cheese can not guide.

However, this is not without benefits. The two energies consume each other after the battle, but the knowledge contained in them completely falls into the hands of the mage. This pure knowledge does not contain any risks, and it is deeply burned like instinct. In the head of the cheese. When the mage kneeling by the Dragon's Blood Stream dipped his entire head into the stream in order to reduce the pain under stimulation, he had mastered quite a lot of knowledge that he had never been exposed to before. The most important of these is the knowledge that the Master hastily rushed back to Gorge City, which is the solution to the Plague of Ratmen.

It ’s a solution, but it ’s actually a detailed document of the original plague. The cheese could n’t tell from which side the information was stripped, and maybe even both the wet soul and the broker gave the mage the information. . At the same time, he also noticed that the method of collating these materials is very familiar, that is the form used inside the gray tower, which comes from the personal habits of the master of the gray tower Clark. The cheese could n’t determine whether this was a coincidence, or whether they intentionally made the data look like this, or that the data was from the inside of the Grey Tower. When he thought of the last possibility, he even felt ridiculous, so he immediately left him behind.

"Guru, grunt" The sounds of bubbles and water filled the mage's entire sensory world. In this environment, he got a long-lost peace. If you can, the cheese even hopes to stay in this environment for a long time, but as a human's request for breathing, he still gave up this plan.

"Poof!" The mage who pulled his head out of the water breathed in a big mouth, and the feeling of being alive was so real. He looked at the river in front of him, the clear color, and it had been a while before he went there to put medicine ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Even the blood of the dragon would be diluted by running water. Thinking of this, the cheese couldn't help regretting his decision to hand over the Long Dragon Flute to Elsa, and if he could summon Migo now, he wouldn't have to be confused by a frightened horse.

However, this idea only existed for a moment, and he was more worried about his partners than his own safety. Especially when Urdu was defeated, he didn't confess to the cheese what happened outside the valley. Did the demon kill them? Didn't Elsa have time to summon Migo to protect her companions? Or is it that the dragon has come, and he is covered by the thick smoke above the valley city and does not see the red figure? Too many questions and guesses are inserted into the mage's heart like a knife, making him paranoid to stop and rest.

"Go back faster, faster." The cheese stared at the reflection in the water and murmured. But if the horse is lost, what can I do soon? A more feasible method is to cast a metamorphosis like a curse, turning yourself into a flying bird, so that you can move quickly. However, the mage has never used the transformation technique before. He knows how to cast this spell, but he cannot estimate the effect of this spell on himself. Coupled with the previous failure to appease the mount, the cheese really doesn't want to take risks.

But the pale face of the companion appeared in the water like a real existence, and their empty eyes stared at the mage, as if questioning why he had abandoned them. The cheese quickly shook his head. There would be reflections of his companions in the water. They must be alive now. They must live a good life, otherwise he could not forgive himself.

Wait, reflection ... The cheese realized something from the chaotic thoughts, and he focused his gaze on the water again. Yes, why should I become a bird? Doesn't this river also lead to Valley City, so can I ... swim?