Dawn of the Grey Tower

Marcus somehow felt relieved when he heard the cry not far away. He had long felt that there was something missing in this valley town attack. If the coalition organized in the name of the rodent killers had not fought against the ratmen in the Salon, I am afraid that would be a joke for future generations. But rest assured that the battle in front of him still had to be dealt with. The hand of the king grabbed a soldier in a hurry and asked aloud, "Where is the ratman?"

"West side! They came from the north side, and they went to the city from the west side! They are in large numbers, and a large piece of black pressure!" Said the soldier, panic-stricken after recognizing who he was. But soon, he suddenly found that his fear seemed to be alleviated, because the fat man in front of him did not show any negative emotions after hearing the enemy. This calm quickly infected him, regaining strength in his trembling calves.

"There's nothing to fear, soldiers. We drove them here, and we will wipe them out completely here too. Passing my orders, all gathered towards the west wall to protect the engineers." Marcus said, letting go The soldier's shoulder, the latter nodded excitedly and began to shout commands from the king's hand to the others. And he himself, carrying the scepter in his right hand, put his left hand on the hilt of the saber, striding to the west to welcome the imaginary Ratman's attack.

"My soldiers are still under the wall, these hybrids will really pick time." When the hand of the king came to the section of the wall closest to the Ratman, Andrea seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. The expression on his face was very unpleasant when Angry Lion spoke, as if he was angry that his soldiers could not get more credit.

Marcus nodded in agreement, and then looked at the other noble lords around him, "That is indeed a pity, Duke Kroger, it will make them fall behind in the competition."

"What competition?" Andrea looked at Marcus with a puzzled expression. But in fact he knew exactly what the latter would say.

"Of course it's a rodent race. Am I right, sirs?" The king's hand caused a laugh. The tension of the lords calmed down a lot in his joke. And the confidence that Marcus showed in his words infected the nobles around him just as he had infected the soldier before. They patted their breastplates and said that they were about to kill the largest number of Ratmen. But completely forgot that these ratmen were originally inhabitants of this kingdom like them.

The flames on the torch swayed in the evening breeze, and fine footsteps began to sound on the far wall. It was the rattles' footsteps, and the soldiers of the coalition stopped laughing and gazed at the wall in front of them, waiting for the master of the footsteps to attack. Soldiers with heavy cowhide shields stood at the forefront and formed the first front with their bodies. Behind them were robes with spears, which were decorated with deadly spikes on the high wall of the shield. Dozens of eyes peeped through the gap, waiting for the monster to emerge from the darkness.

"Poof!" A group of black shadows fell from the outer wall of the city wall to the city wall. Under the light of the fire, the body looked like a man in three points and a mouse in seven points. Its body is covered with slender hair, but it has sharp claws on its hands and feet. The long kiss instinctively makes people feel uncomfortable, not to mention the disgusting beard on the pink nose. The Ratman, a monster twisted by the plague, glanced at the former genus hiding behind the armor and shield with green eyes. Then ignoring them after making a seemingly ridiculous and crying sound, he jumped straight to the other side of the city wall and flew into the darkness of the city along the gap of the wall.

How is this going? The soldiers who saw this ratman looked at each other with doubt, and they didn't understand why the monster didn't scream at him. Not only they, but the nobles who are preparing to fight a little further away have this problem. In the past, they dealt with the ratmen, they rushed to eat at the sight of people, and only escaped when there was a huge gap in numbers. So now, why do these bloodthirsty beasts show such apathy.

"Something's wrong." Marcus frowned. He could hear the ratmen's footsteps getting denser in the darkness, but none of the ratmen rushed into the fire to attack the coalition forces. Is this a trick? Are they fooling mysteriously or are they going to make a roundabout attack? The brain of the king's hand was spinning rapidly trying to explain the anomaly of the rat-man.

Andrea, who was standing beside him, seemed to think of something, and suddenly escaped the javelin of the soldiers beside him, and threw it into the darkness in front of him. "You can't let them pass! The Kroger soldiers have not finished evacuating!"

The followers loyal to the angry lion immediately responded to the call of their duke, issued a loud slogan, and began to throw javelins or arrows in the darkness. But in contrast, it was a force led by other nobles. Without the command of the lord, they would not dare to attack without authorization. Besides, there is no torch lighting in front. Who knows if there are murmurs waiting for them in the dark? No one wants to take this risk.

But they don't move, it doesn't mean that the ratmen don't move. After the round of the projectile's attack ended, about thirty zombies rushed into the range of firelight, and some of them also had the arrows just shot. "They're coming! Hold the shield!" The soldiers in the front row pressed their bodies against the big shield in their hands, waiting for the expected impact.

But the shock did not come. When all human soldiers were ready to fight these ratmen, they stopped at the very edge of the range of firelight and stared at them coldly with green eyes in the dark. "Marcus Tyler," a sound that sounded weird but still recognizable came out of the Ratmen, "Allied Commander, please stand up."

There was an uproar in the audience. Everyone was amazed at the fact that the Ratmen could speak. At the same time, they also noticed that the Ratmen knew who was in charge of the army and asked him to stand up. The eyes of the nobles and soldiers all glanced at Marcus intentionally or unintentionally, waiting for his reaction. The King ’s hand, however, was not astonished. After all, he knew that there were wise individuals in the ratmen, so it was not so strange that they could even speak their own names.

So in the eyes of everyone puzzled ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ or admired, Marcus walked to the front of the line of defense. Behind him are two knights of the Kingdom Knights and Andrea, the angry lion. "I am Marcus, if you really recognize me." He said.

One of the squirrels tilted his head and looked at the hand of the king for a while, and then walked out of the protection of his companions. Marcus noticed that this one in front of him was undoubtedly special compared to other ratmen. It had a slim shape but had a healthy luster on his hair. The most noticeable thing is that this rat-man's eyes are not turbid at all. It is wise, just like humans. It is not only Marcus who sees this. Everyone understands that the Ratman I just spoke is this one, but the question is, what is the purpose of calling Marcus out?

"You," the Ratman spoke again, his tone softer than before, and even had a bit of female characteristics, "much fatter than three years ago."

what? The Ratman's words stunned everyone for a few seconds. They never expected the monster to say such things. What made them unexpected was that the king's hand could derive its identity from this inexplicable sentence.

"Are you, Gloria? Gloria. Theron? The youngest daughter of Earl Theron!"