Dawn of the Grey Tower

? It's very quiet here. The cave built by excavating the mountain is quiet like the darkness in a dry well. Of course, it is not dark here, and can even be described as bright. A large candle made of whale and other large marine animal fats illuminates the room in the cave. The icy rocky ground is covered with a thick blanket, even if you walk barefoot on it, there will be no discomfort. In the air, there is a faint floral fragrance, which is the fragrance of the fragrance produced by the elf when it is lit. It is soft and fresh. It is said that a small piece of this fragrance can be exchanged for twice the weight of gold. But here, this precious spice is just a daily necessity.

In fact, it ’s not just the spices burned in the air, everything here will be the object of competition when you think about it in the heart of frustration. A single price measures all this, and the building built in the cave can be called It is a real treasure trove. And such a treasure trove should never appear in such an inaccessible zone as the heartless bay, because under the temptation of great interests, even if there is a dragon living in the treasure trove, there will be brave or arrogant people rushing in, using violence or Trick to steal this wealth.

So it ’s not the dragons that are guarding here. Rather, the more frightening group in this port city is also the ruler of this city. They are frustrated witches, daughters of black cats and crows, innate casters, and weird things in mortal skin. Just like the Green Witch ’s defector Greene took a long time to build a sanctuary, this base camp built by the Witch ’s team with more manpower and financial resources is a stronger fortress than the ordinary king ’s castle, even if it is a real fortress. The dragon, I am afraid that can not break through the defense here from the front.

This is the sanctuary that the witches are pursuing. After all, they are different from the casters who purely pursue knowledge like the gray robe. In order to add ingredients to the soup pot, the witches must have contact with the world and can't really stay away from the world. But on the other hand, they hope to have their own space to learn and try to control the power in the body, so building a safe house in or on the edge of a civilized society has become their natural choice. This is why people in the Heart of Lost Bay will say that those who have mastered the Black Fortress can control the rights of the Heart of Lost Bay, but only those who own the Witch Cave can get the wealth of the Heart of Lost Bay. But not to mention that the internal organs of this shelter are heavy, that is, those who had the luck of arriving here and leaving alive, I am afraid that they will not be able to find a way to enter again.

"Gah! Gah!" Crows croaked on a branch made of gold. Hearing the pet's cry, the person who worked hard stopped the pen slowly. She looked up and saw that a woman who appeared to be about thirty years old walked into the room hurriedly, with an expression on her face that didn't know whether she should be excited or frightened. "The tide of the tsunami has landed in the port area. Lord Witch. "

The man called the Big Witch just nodded silently after hearing the news. Although what is going to happen this time is relatively young, the youth here is a major trial for the witch compared to her, and if not dealt with properly, it will lead to disastrous consequences. But such a scene is not worth a surprise for the big witch who has lived for too long. When did it start? Even if you face an opponent who will be killed a little carelessly, you ca n’t help yourself. My heart beat faster like when I was younger. Forget it, still don't think about these boring things. The big witch thought so, and gently flicked the feather pen in her hand, and the latter reverted from the pen to a black feather, and flew back naturally to the crow.

"Is there any news from Jialun and Hella?" She leaned back into the thick fur, her gray hair was dry and curvy, covering her face with only a tip of her nose.

The witch who came to the newspaper looked at the elderly leader. It is said that there are no more than three people in the entire witch group who know the exact age of the big witch. Among them, the person thought to be most likely to know this information was many years ago. Green with her daughter escaped from the Gulf of Distress. The power of witches does not necessarily reflect their age, but older witches who are still not insane are necessarily tough. This is something that all witches know.

This is the key to bringing the entire group of frustrated witches together, and the existence of their big witch, although her appearance already looks the same as the old lady who is about to die, but she is still the most wise caster in the whole of Frustration Bay. And, from the time the Big Witch has not yet determined her successor, she still has a fairly optimistic estimate of her lifespan. Whenever the thought of having such a leader in the witch corps, all witches will feel relieved.

The reported witch was no exception. The expression on her face quickly calmed down and replied in a respectful tone, "I have not received any information from them, but I am sure that the fortress is closed. Do I need to inquire them?" "

"No need." The witch said in a hurry. "Gallen is a good boy. She feels very sensitive to things, and she is decisive when it comes to strain. This is why I feel relieved of her. However, Sometimes she does things too decisively, lacks consideration, and is easily controlled by emotions. And Hella is different. The child ’s character looks weak, but in fact, it is an inflexible straw like Peg, she will see Things that Jialun didn't notice. Don't worry about them, you just need to act according to plan. "

"Yes, respected lady. In addition, some sisters expressed concern that they have not seen the return of the cursed lady. They are worried that the abnormalities in the misty sea may hinder the return of Sister Cuira."

The big witch raised her hand, and her thin palms showed very obvious palm prints. "Do n’t waste your thoughts on what will not happen. The prophecy has been written, and it will be the same in the future. The Lady Cursed will return when we need her The regiment has gone through this difficulty. This is something that is determined under the common witness of everyone, no need to worry about it. "

"But ... IMHO, many people, including me, don't think Sister Cuira is capable enough to lead us. She is undoubtedly an excellent witch, but her research on magic is mostly biased towards feeding those insects. , I mean, they are very powerful helpers, but they are only helpers. "

A breeze blew through the gap in the door, which caused candlelight to sway, and the wind blew to the side of the big witch ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Blowing her white hair, revealing the ghostly eyes below eye. The old witch raised her hand, rubbing her thumb and **** carefully, as if feeling something in the wind. Then she laughed, and the laughter made another witch in the room almost paralyzed. She did not know whether her ignorance had angered the leader.

"Gah! Gah!" Crow cried, spreading its wings from the branches made of gold, and flew to the shoulder of the big witch.

"It's okay, the sea breeze has given me the news that the Cursed Lady has entered the port. Go tell all sisters that the time to defend the honor of the Witches is coming."

"Yes!" When the reporter of Amnesty immediately answered, he rushed out of the room in two or two steps. The soup pot was on. When was the last time the big witch laughed? Ten years ago? Twenty years ago?

When only the old witch and her crow were left in the room, the former stretched out his arms and let the latter fall in front of him. "Is the lion coming from the ice and snow? Hehe, the last time I met someone from there was when I was young. Go and bring him and bring him to me, at least don't let him die."

As the voice fell, the black bird flapped its wings and disappeared into the shadow that the candlelight could not. It's really strange, there's obviously no entrance.