Dawn of the Grey Tower

It is not difficult to find a blue-roofed tent, because the brass rooster-shaped ornament that swings above the tent shines in the sun. This rooster-like decoration on the grassland symbolizes a special industry, map vendors. As we all know, the reason why the grassland is difficult to draw maps is mainly because of the simplistic terrain and the uncertain mobile settlements. This makes the natural and artificial reference objects on which the map depends lose their reference coordinates, and those water systems distributed on the grassland are obviously not enough to support the coordinate system of the entire grassland.

Therefore, most of the veterans on the grassland will use three things as a reference. The best wayfinders are inspired by the audience and rely on the stars in the sky to identify the direction. The path they guide is often the most accurate. The slightly lesser leaders use the nature cleverly, relying on the sun, wind direction, etc., they can point out the approximate direction, but sometimes errors are unavoidable. Once again, the tourists of the first level hand over the road to other creatures to guide. In addition to humans, wild animals have their own method of migration according to this kind of law. People who often deal with wilderness can use this law to achieve the result of discerning the direction.

Of course, most of the people who are leaders on the grassland have all three of these abilities, but they differ only in terms of their proficiency. So under such circumstances, what significance does the map have in the grassland? For ordinary shepherds who depend on tribal life, it may indeed not matter, but for those who pass information or trade between tribes, it is very important.

And such a mysterious place is located in the noisy and noisy West City, adjacent to the food vendors, and there are no guards at the door. Kailas knew the special status of the map merchant on the grassland, so after seeing the rooster logo, he had roughly informed the two companions about the special identity of the tent owner. In this regard, Lothar is happy to see their success. After all, they are here to seek help. The more powerful the person who helps them, the more effective the help they can provide. That's right, if the people in this tent are really willing to help.

"Whoosh!" As the count reached out and tried to lift the curtain, the rapid sound of breaking the air made him subconsciously retract his extended arm. It was just that despite the fact that Lothar's movements were quick, the sounding object hit the back of his hand lightly and then fell to the ground. It was a mud ball. To be precise, it was a very solid ball that was kneaded to the size of the knuckles.

Lothar stared at the mud on the ground and hesitated for a moment. He missed the opportunity to find the source of the mud, so he didn't plan to waste time looking around. What he is thinking now is who teased him in this way and what his purpose was. Will use this non-lethal ammunition, meaning that the other party has no real hostility, then what is he going to do? Would the Earl let him back in trouble? However, this is the place that Ensod said, and the White Wolf has no need or motivation to deceive them. Or does it actually change here when White Wolf did n’t know?

The Earl thought a lot in his mind, but his hand was not slow. No matter what the other party meant, the curtain had to be lifted. Now they have lost their clues, because it takes a lot of time to trace the smell. The hotel owners who might have been helpful are mostly nowhere to be found. The only thing that can be counted on now is here. Regardless of what is behind this curtain, you have to look at it to decide.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!" More gusts of wind accompanied by the sound of broken air, but for the count who had already suffered the second loss, the same method could not work for the second time, even if the number was increased. The raised hand waved casually twice in the air, two of the three mud **** were shot down, and the last one was pinched in the hands by Lothar with two fingers, and then crushed like a demonstration. . Now, the count was a little unhappy. An unexpected raid may be a bona fide figure or a warning with eviction, but the same thing can be boring and teased again.

"Shall I go find the shooter?" Atta saw the two attacks from behind, and her sky blue eyes had locked the figure hiding in the crowd. As long as she shot, she could catch the sneaky shooter with few breaths. But the count shook his head slightly, but just reached out again to lift the curtain.

"Wow! Ding! Wow!" The sound of breaking the sky is mixed with subtle changes, but the mud is the mud. Even if it is no matter how subtle, it can't bring substantial ... "Ah!"

Lothar held his hand, and a red mark appeared on the back of his hand, and it was no longer a mud ball that fell on the ground and hurt him. It was two small bronze balls. The change in the sound of breaking the sky I heard just now is probably because the two small **** collided with each other in the air. This is why there are obviously two broken sounds, but only one actually hits Lothar. The anger that was played three times in a row made the count raise his head. He had locked the shooter, and his right foot, which was slightly backed by half a step, was ready to turn around.

"Old Nine! Stop it! Let the guests come in!" The old voice was a little bit blamed and helpless, and the owner of the voice and the shooter who blocked Lothar's entrance should be known. The name of Lao Jiu also illustrates some problems. When Lothar really walked into the felt room and saw the woman with the gully on her face, the situation was already clear.

"No intention to offend. It is Ensod who asked us to come here." The Earl was the first time he saw a female-owned grassland family ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Generally speaking, women will not have such a position in such a society. But look at this room, except for a large amount of parchment and straw paper, only this master exists. Judging from the clothes she wore, she did not look like a hardworking woman.

"The white wolf has already been informed. The two don't have to worry, I know your intentions." The woman smiled, giving a somewhat discordant feeling. For a woman like her, the smile will always be gentle and kind. But although the folds on her face changed with the smile, the smile showed a gentle and energetic incompatibility with the age, which was at least twenty years old from the appearance.

When the conversation was about to progress, the curtain was lifted, and a boy who looked less than ten years old, holding a slingshot in his hand, walked in with an unhappy look, "Mother! Say okay, come and see the pack with me today Yes! We said it a few days ago! "

The woman sighed, "Lao Jiu, don't make a fuss. The mother is at work. After a while, the mother will take you to see it."

"You say this every time." The boy named Lao Jiu sat on the corner of the tent with anger and looked at Lothar with hostile eyes. For this child, it was these few people that made him unable to go. Look at the pack, they are undoubtedly bad guys.

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