Dawn of the Grey Tower

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"Hoo ... **** ..." The blond man tried to calm down his heartbeat, which was not an easy task. After all, anyone who is facing a half-man, half-wolf and a giant monster with a height of more than two meters will have a faster heartbeat. However, judging from the sweat beads left on the man's head and the footprints on the ground, the reason for his rapid heartbeat does not seem to be all fear. The handle of the axe was exchanged between the left and right hands, and the man was confusing his opponent so that he could not guess the direction of the next attack. Of course, he is also very clear that in the face of wolf walkers, such small tricks often do not work well.

But do I have to try everything right? There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth. He pointed the edge of the battle axe to the right while striding forward with his right leg. It seemed that he wanted to swing a bottom-up attack. However, the dynamic vision of the wolfwalker is far more than humans. The human giant wolf only took a half step back, which is enough to avoid the range of the tomahawk attack. When the man's attack empties, the werewolf will bully himself and tear his opponent to pieces.

The warrior holding a tomahawk smiled even more, because the opponent's reaction was the same as he thought. Faced with his own active offensive, Wolfrunner naturally chose to defend and counterattack. This is the most reasonable approach based on the difference in physical capabilities of the two, and it is also the first step of his trap. The battle axe was cut from the right side as expected by the werewolf, but it wasn't as empty as he thought. The man did not hold the axe handle in tandem with his hands like a normal swing. Both of his hands were clasped at the rear end of the axe handle, which made it easier for him to interrupt his movements when swinging his weapon.

This swing is fake. Wolfrunner realized this, but his body had responded faster than his mind, and the tendons of his feet exploded with strong force to push him to his opponent. This action could not be stopped. What the man wanted was this result. He pulled the battle axe back into his arms, held the rear end of the axe blade in his left hand, and held the mid-short of the axe handle in his right hand, and laid the weapon in a position flush with his face. It is the position of the opponent's throat.

"Boom!" The collision happened, and the strike hit the werewolf's throat in an unbiased manner, but the result was that the man was pushed back by a huge force and rolled back several times before stopping. He didn't care about the stains on his clothes, and he didn't care about the bruises on his bare skin. He just looked at the wooden battle axe in his hand and shrugged. "How, I won this time!"

The werewolf wanted to answer, but the impact on his throat knot caused him to have a series of coughs. This kind of embarrassed appearance made the passing ratmen and the onlookers sitting beside them give a good laugh. The appearance of the head wolf of the Alexander clan tending to prevail in the contest is rare. In other words, even if the weapon in the hand of the blond man was the tomahawk he used to match his hair color, once Jack took it seriously, the victory or defeat would only be within a few breaths. After all, the gap between the two's physical qualities is too great.

The wolf walker changed into a human form, rubbing his throat and walking to the side. He picked up a bucket of well water and poured it into his mouth. At the end, he poured the remaining half of the bucket of water into his naked one. Upper body. "Ha, huh," he cleared his throat and adjusted it to a state where it can happen normally, "Next time, I won't be fooled by you."

Lothar laughed a few times, and he won a well-deserved victory this time. The Earl of Montenegro sat next to his opponent just now, "Relax, I still have more of these tricks, you can't remember them." He's not a lie, no matter whether it's combat experience or the use of weapons. Lothar, who has been trained by the Knights of the Kingdom and has been on the battlefield for many years, is much better than Jack, who is only trained by the Frost Guard. Although the wolf walker can use his physical advantages to storm and attack in the full fight, the Earl is difficult to parry, but in this competition that emphasizes skill, Lothar has a huge advantage.

"Don't underestimate the memory of the wolf walker, I will never be tricked again for the same trick!" Jack said with some anger, as a werewolf but was hit by ordinary people with wooden weapons. This is not what I think. A happy thing. However, only after recognizing the deficiencies in combat skills would Jack take the initiative to find Lothar for such training. The latter also saw many enemies other than humans during the Rat Plague, and now there is an urgent need to find someone to improve their experience of fighting aliens, so they will fight like this almost every few days.

"Just whatever you want." Lothar spread his hand and said to his companions that the current record of the two of them is that he has an advantage and a weak advantage. Then, the two who relaxed from the battle began to wear back the armor and accessories that they had put aside. The earl noticed that Jack had worn a necklace with blade-shaped ornaments on his neck. The blades were dark red. Traces draw symbols of unknown significance. But the symbol is not the point, the point is the material.

"I said, your necklace is silver? I remember you are better not to touch this thing?" Silver, or sterling silver, is the only wolf walker in this world who is afraid and proven to kill them Substance. It's no wonder that Losa or the question is raised, the wolf walker wears a silver necklace, as if someone made a radioactive metal pendant.

Jack looked down at the ornament on his chest and adjusted its position. He said helplessly, "I have no choice but to let the old lady let me wear it. She said that a tribal head wolf must show his fearlessness to the tribe. , So silver must be worn on my body. I honestly feel as uncomfortable as if you wore a string of razors around your neck. "

"This is the old tradition of my tribe, dear wolf. Since the tribe now has new members besides you and me, you must also master all the traditions and customs of Alexandria. In this way The situation, even if I die, you can continue to continue the tribe. "Louise, Jack became the transformant of the werewolf, the old wolf witch who originally lived in Iron Fort said slowly came over. She was surrounded by six hounds who looked at people without doubting their strength. The new member in her mouth naturally refers to the Mona who was transformed by Jack before.

"Yes, respectable Ms. Louise." The wolf responded listlessly. As early as he was the son of a hunter, he was afraid of learning the dull knowledge. This did not disappear as he became a wolf walker. But Louise said that it is not unreasonable. The problems that occurred during the transformation of Mona have made Jack aware of his lack of understanding of the traditions and abilities of his race. Even if he doesn't want to now, he must take the responsibility of being a wolf, and follow the old wolf witch to learn the wisdom of the tribe.

Saying goodbye to the werewolves of the Alexandrian tribe, Lothar wandered in the valley city with nothing to do. The street that was once full of people's voices has turned into a ruin surrounded by green vines, but if people really regard this place as a ruin, they might be scared to sleep by the rat-shaped figure flashing in the shadow. The Earl of Montenegro thought so and laughed. He knew that the city ’s underground is more vibrant than before. As a completely new race, the ratmen are heading towards Gloria and the cheese. The road has never been seen before. But that's the story of the underground. The blond man belongs to the ground, to a place where the sun shines.

Let's go fishing by the river. Losa thought so, and stepped out of the city, fishing has become the earliest pastime in the past few months. This is because there are no knights in the collection of the Grey Robe Master to show him. Whenever this happens, he will miss Wangdu's large library. I don't know what happened to Marcus. The earl knocked on the shoulder with the tomahawk's handle. However, what is the right to worry about the hands of the noble king, even if he has not retained the title and territory? Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly.

Heishan Collar ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ I heard that it was taken over by Grand Duke Hammer. This is very good. Andre is a qualified leader, and he knows how to make the leaders rich. As for the wanted of himself, after all, it was the order issued by the king, after this time, even if everyone will not go to specifically arrest him, I am afraid it will not be so easy to revoke. Forget it, as long as the people of Montenegro live well, even the royal family is dead. What is the relationship between the inheritance of the Black Mountain family?

The count who thought so went through the city walls and the woods, and came to the Dragon Blood Stream familiarly. The river sang happily in the sun, as if the catastrophe a few months ago had melted away like winter ice. "If I go on like this, I will soon become a poet." Looking for a fairly flat rock platform by the river, Lothar sat down. He pulled out his fishing tool from his backpack, and the fishing rod came from In the woods next to it, just pick up the hand-twisted branches and trim it a little bit.

"Poof!" The fish hook sank to the bottom in a soft sound, and the clear river water didn't need to float. Ah, it's really leisurely. Lothar looked at his fishhook lazily in the warm sunlight, his eyes gradually lost focus, and when he was about to fall asleep, the battle axe on his back began to emit heat faintly.

"Roar!" The lion roaring from his mind awakened the sleepy earl.

"Who?" Lothar stood up, shouting when he touched the handle of the axe.