Dawn of the Grey Tower

Even in the dockside area by the sea, you can see the black smoke rising from the northeast of the city. The female maid, whose belly was already swollen, looked at the smoke that slowly dissipated into the sky, not knowing what she was thinking. However, her attention quickly shifted away from the smoke and dust. Lothar's footsteps were caught by keen networms earlier than his figure. In the eyes of her lover, Losa appeared calmly from behind. Both of them knew that before Lothar came out of the corner, he stopped for almost five seconds.

These five seconds are three breaths for the earl and the time to adjust his expression and expression. Although he had taken off his clothing and armor during the battle, Lothar felt that he could smell the burning smell of himself. In his ears, he could still hear the screams of the creatures burned alive in the fire. The workshop is more suitable for fire attack than Lotosa thought. Although there are four gates, these gates are designed for anti-theft. They are much stronger than the doors of other buildings in Frustration Bay. After the door was completely dead, the ghouls locked in the workshop had no possibility of escape. They slapped the door frantically in the flames and roared with hoarseness, and the sound made people outside the workshop begin to suspect that they were the one who ate people.

Moreover, what makes Loza most uncomfortable is that he miscalculated the number of things that can be burned in the workshop and how tightly it is sealed. It was choked to death by smoke and dust. They should be very painful before they die. This can be seen from their distorted bodies. The earl naturally thought of a word when he witnessed the corpses, slaughter. Lothar has never been a brutal person, let alone a brutal lord. He will follow the teachings of his father to personally execute every death sentence in the territory, but he never takes pleasure in it, and will never torture the prisoner. Methods. But today, he did something against his father's teachings.

This is of course excusable. What he killed was a monster that alienated after eating the same kind of meat. It was a beast without humanity. He also set fire because the number of companions around him was limited and he was injured. In order to prevent more people from dying because of this, he had to make a decision. At the same time, he was also for his family. He once thought he had lost his family that he suddenly regained. He could not take any risk to let those monsters escape, and then follow his scent to follow him on a certain day when he was not present to hurt his family. This hidden danger alone is enough to drive him crazy. So he did things that he would not have done before, and even personally inspected and made up a knife for each body.

On the way back to Hafdan, Losa kept asking himself a question, did he do it wrong? If not, why can't he relax after the victory. Those ghouls, do they really have no chance at all? Of course, Losa Montenegro is not a grey robe mage, he cannot save these ghouls like the cheese saved the rats. But those ghouls who have just transformed into aliens are not ratmen, are they? Are you really trying to choose the best method?

Perhaps Captain Halfdan also noticed Losa ’s anomaly and did not continue to ask him about this matter, but asked him to return to the place called home as soon as possible. Of course, these things and ideas cannot be fully understood by Net Worms, and Lothar did not intend to tell her about her inner struggles and annoyances. She was already tired.

"Have you been injured?" The maid asked the count who approached her. The latter shook his head and smiled.

"It's just a trifle, there's nothing to worry about," Lothar said, trying to approach the networm with a slight physical contact to reassure the other party. But when the two people were about five steps away, he hesitated. He was afraid that the other would smell the smell on him. He was even more afraid that their unborn children in the belly of the net worm would smell him.

"You go to rest in the house first. I have to sharpen the axe while the weather is good, otherwise it will rust. By the way, I will also split the firewood that I will use at night. I took some food from the captain. Cook to eat. "Will the Witch Hunting Knife rust? I am afraid not many people know that after all, this weapon created to kill the caster has the characteristics of being stable in a strong acid and high and low temperature environment. What Lothar really wants now is to be alone for a period of time without worrying about his family.

"Okay." Networm didn't feel anything wrong with Lothar's body. With her many years of experience as a mercenary, she could be sure that Lothar was not injured. However, her instinct made her notice that when talking to herself, Lothar consciously and unconsciously hid the tomahawk behind his back, something that would never have happened before. Both of them are battle-hardened warriors, and the experience of fighting together has been many times long. Even if he is pregnant, he does not need to worry about the weapon scaring himself.

You do n’t have to. Although I am pregnant now, I am still me, not the noble lady you know. I am not so vulnerable. After all, the Networm didn't say it. She just nodded to Lothar and smiled, then walked into the house, leaving the man in the sun. Somehow, the sunlight seemed not as bright as before.

The door of the hut was closed, and Lothar sat alone on the beach, placing the whetstone on the flat sand, with a small half barrel of fresh water next to it. Grinding the knife with seawater will hurt the blade, so although freshwater has become a less wealthy resource, in order to keep the weapon in a combatable state at all times, Losa still insists on doing so. "Brush, brush." ​​Tomahawk's grinding is not as convenient as ordinary swords. Lothar did it slowly, so slowly that the up and down of his arm almost reached a certain coordination with the rise and fall of the tide.

Sweat penetrated through the clothes, so the count simply took off his shirt and greeted the sea breeze naked. The traces of him called the Poseidon's Rope are far less obvious than before. In addition to the more complicated lines on the right arm, the remaining tentacles like octopus and the winding thorn vine pattern are from the right. After spreading to his heart, his shoulders disappeared. And those who disappeared with those tattoos were the whispers of the Lord of the Abyss.

Are you considered free? Lothar didn't know ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He remembered the memory when he was in a state of death. There is no doubt that if the Lord of the Abyss didn't help, he should have died in the cold underground cave. But now he can still blow the sea breeze in the sun, so no matter how the other party views him, he will fulfill the previous contract. And this means that for three years, he cannot leave the sea too far.

"Hoo ..." Wipe away the Han on the face, Lothar straightened his sore waist, and looked away from the sea. The vortex that blocked the access to the outside world in the Lost Bay vaguely can see some specious shadows from the distant sea level. But the good news is that this vortex also seems to be blocking the sea fog that began to spread more than half a year ago, otherwise at that time, the fog may now have covered the entire heartbroken bay.

The sharp edge of the battle axe restored its luster after grinding. As for the black marks on the axe, Lothar could not clean it up temporarily. After chopping the wood with the witch hunt, Lothar began to prepare dinner. The Earl wouldn't be able to cook, but now he has to learn some. The light of the setting sun sprinkled on the sea, turning the water into a yellow-red color. Lothar looked at the scene, turned his head and looked at the hut again.

How long can such a day last?

. Sogou