Dawn of the Grey Tower

Pain, indescribable pain. It is said that of all the pain that human beings can suffer, excluding soul and torture, the most profound pain is the pain suffered by women during childbirth. That's exactly the pain the networm is experiencing at this time. What is different from the ordinary parturient is that the maid-servant at this time is in the elaborate enchantment of the witch in order to allow her to rest well. In this room, the networm will not be harassed by the outside world, and this also means that she cannot hear the roar from Lothar outside the house. She can only lie on the bed, expressing what she is suffering with a painful cry, and nothing else can comfort her, just like a lonely boat floating in the sea, no matter how loud the cry is, To respond.

Helplessness, loneliness, these negative conditions catalyze fermentation together with pain, giving birth to a worse mood, despair. In that maddening pain, the networm could not think anymore, she could not examine her condition again, she could only think of death. Childbirth, originally intended to give birth to a new life, is a continuation of vitality. But it is this behavior that brings the risk of death far greater than other threats of the same generation. Is this not contradictory? Or is it that the world never expects the existence of life, so it is in this way to prevent the reproduction of living things? Or, this is a sign of the connection between life and death. If you do n’t step into the consciousness of death, you cannot continue the existence of life.

The webster's desperate cry became the accompaniment of a dead fight on the beach. Lothar was n’t sure what his lover was going through, but he knew her pain must be related to the monster in front of her. In addition to what Qi Li said in his ear before, although the count did not understand why this ugly multi-headed moray would find them, he understood that this was not the time to ask. He saw that the monster was swallowed by the monster, and saw that Saych was frightened. The witch-hunting knife in his hand exudes slightly higher heat than his body temperature, which is proof of the magic power of the enemies he faces.

But what about that? Threats that threatened his last two loved ones in the world, whether he was a dragon or a demon, were all cut off under the sword. There is no room for compromise. For the second time in his life, Lothar clearly felt the flow of blood roaring in his body, and the anger and power brought by this flow was even more than the night he learned of his parents' death many years ago.

"I want you to die!" The soldier screamed, letting the boat crash into the thick torso of the demon by inertia and waves. The whole person jumped up with this force, and the battle axe in the hand from bottom to top The cold scaly skin cut a terrible crack at once!

"Gay!" The morays screamed in unison, and the harm caused by the fool's justice was particularly effective for them. But effective does not mean that a witch hunt knife can really become the key to determining the battle situation. "Bang!" The two moray heads near Lothar quickly turned and slammed into the count's body! The dull noise of the impact shows that these ugly grotesque heads actually have much more strength and resilience than when fighting the mountain monsters just now. The reason they allow the gatekeeper to destroy their heads is probably just for teasing.

"Well." The Earl, who was blown off the monster's trunk, groaned, and the whole person crashed into the shallow water beside the beach like a shell. This was enough for a warrior to fall into seven and eight grains. Even with the buffer of sea water and sand, Lothar's ear also sounded the buzzing sound that appeared when the brain was injured. But his anger did not allow him to fall down so easily. A soldier in leather armor stood up from the shallow water with a standing up, and the anger in his eyes made him feel no fear when facing the demon.

"Kill!" The warrior started his charge again before those heads made mocking words. At this time, Lothar was not a knight. He could not abide by the creeds that kept him alive for a lifetime, as long as he could be knocked down by monsters as usual, he would not begrudge any means. Now Losa has only one identity, he is a defender, defending his blood and love. And just this identity is enough to make him stronger than ever.

In the face of such an earl, any opponent will have an estimate, because when a person is determined to work hard with you, you have to consider whether to put your life on the table and play a game with no winner. But the demon is not a creature. It can see all emotions in its sinister and evil eyes, but it can't see fear alone. You ca n’t kill something that is already dead, and this demon is something that was born from the unwilling souls who died in the sea.

"Roar!" The five lower heads roared, extending their necks, which seemed to extend indefinitely, to bring sharp teeth to Lothar's side. In the face of the oncoming attack, the count did not hesitate at all. The shallow water and fine sand slowed his movements, but also made his every footfall more solid than on the flat ground. Lothar took advantage of this instinctively ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He leaned firmly on his legs buried in the ankles and moved forward, and took a deep breath to put the upper half of his body Partially pressed forward, the moray coming from his torso lost his target and rubbed the earl's back. But Lothar did not intend to let his opponent pass. He exerted force from the waist and twisted the whole body, like a rubber band stretched after being twisted and stretched. With the splash of water, the axe of the battle axe tasted again. The taste of demons. Even, due to the thickness of this moray, Lothar's attack almost cut off the monster's waist, leaving only extremely rare skin attached to the second half of the body.

Once again, the screaming sounded, and the shocking howl was transformed into a wave of sound waves, shaking the sea water and sand grains with shaking. Under this tremor, the shell buried under the sand around the hut was lifted up slightly. But now is not the time to care about this, because the danger facing Lothar is far from over, he escaped the first moray attack, but also came with four equally ugly heads. Moreover, the demon from the sea will not necessarily attack from the front.

"Poof!" Splashing water, the fierce beast lurking from the water did not consider whether his attack would hurt the same kind before. It closed his teeth fiercely against the Earl's waist, but did not expect to be traversed in time The battle axe between the upper and lower jaws was stuck and could not be closed completely.

"Want to eat me? Your teeth are not hard enough!"