Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Father! Look!" A child on the grassland, who was rubbing his eyes and ready to go, shouted at the falling stars in the sky. He was trying to appease the horse. His father looked impatiently down the finger of his son. After seeing the fright in the sky, the boss who opened his eyes, he was completely frozen there, letting his horse face the sky. The falling star hissing.

A similar situation occurred in various parts of the grassland, as far as the foot of the snowy mountain, and as close to the edge of the forest. Herdsmen and other creatures living on the grassland were fortunate to witness the spectacle. Of course, not everyone will stay awake at night, and not everyone will immediately rush out of the warm blanket to appease their horses. So the wonders tonight will also become half-truths in the future, and there is no way to test them. And those shamans will clearly know that just tonight, at this time, a **** who ranks among the spirits has lowered its mighty power, but this is the purpose of this starfall, unless it is the shaman of the horse spirit Otherwise, no one would be sure. But this is also exciting enough, Xing Luo, this is a common thing in the distant years, but the stories passed down from that era have been collectively called myths.

Now that the stars are reappearing, how can we not excite the people who serve the spirits? There are many people in the shaman who day and night eager to return to that era, the era when the gods walked on the grassland. It's just that if they knew the reason for the star fall because they wanted to fight the disasters that also came from the age of mythology, I wonder if they would be happy. The age of mythology is very good. People can entrust responsibility to the gods to carry it. All their own sufferings can be resolved by faith. If it is impossible, they can still hope after death. But in such an era, human life has become lighter because it has never been responsible.

Is it light? It should be very heavy. Not a shaman, but inadvertently attracted Xing Luo, and the pressure of communication between heaven and earth all fell on the shoulders of the cheese. He kneeled down on the knees of the gray robe that was originally standing on the ground, just watching It seems to be a pious worship. Cheese had never thought about this kind of thing, he just wanted to get some blessings from the gods, not even as strong as when fighting the worm evil spirits. He still could not understand the character of the spirits, so he did not expect that Ma Zhiling would directly make such a big scene after listening to his request. The lower realm of the gods, this is never in the textbook of the Grey Tower.

The cold sweat came out of the back of the cheese, his heartbeat was accelerating, and his breathing could not keep the previous peace. There is no reason why the training of the Grey Tower has never taught about the lower realm of the gods. This is no longer the era of legends. It is no longer clear whether the miracles of the gods have become less, which has caused their ambiguity, or because they have been forgotten by people and have reduced the number of times they show their strength to people. Therefore, even if he is the master of the Grey Tower, he does not think his apprentices need to understand this knowledge. It's like having a jar once. When it's there, people think more about it, whether it's texture, material, heat resistance, etc., it's easy to get it. But then the jar cracked and shattered, fell into the river and washed into the sea, and everything about the jar became meaningless, because it completely disappeared in people's lives. Over time, has such a jar ever become blurred in this world, and the paintings on this jar are all related to gods.

Not mentioning the lack of knowledge first, just the weight really pressing on the mage's shoulder is enough to make him feel panic. The cheese has not felt the existence of death so clearly for a long time. As the coordinates of the star fall, he seems to be pressing a whole castle on his body, but the castle is suspended by a thin rope, so that the mage under the castle is just right. Between being about to be crushed and not crushed. The pain has sublimated into a maddening urge. If he can move now, he will choose a sword to kill himself and no longer suffer from this kind of torture. People who can be crushed under the castle have no right to commit suicide.

"Om!" The skinner who was struggling with Lothar was lifted by an invisible air wave, and a one-size porcupine made a reluctant voice exposing a soft abdomen that was not protected by spikes. The Earl could not have missed such an opportunity. Although he did n’t know why the wave from behind only caused his shirt to shake, he could overthrow the monster, which was said to have two or three people, but the battle axe in his hand No hesitation at all.

"Wow!" The witch-hunting knife that can suppress magic is matched with the master blessed by the power of the demon, and easily tears the skin sac on the skinned person, exposing the stench inside. The lantern that was placed on the feet before the cheese was shining the light of the morning light. The light was not strong enough to directly burn the monsters sensitive to the sun, but after losing the cover of the skin, the skinned person was unable to resist.

The same happened to everyone, the members of the team were not affected by the star fall, but including the demon summoned by the cheese, here all the evils that followed Alai were all affected by the air Wave pressure could not lift his head. Even Allie's figure slowed to a halt, the vague figure raised his head, his mouth opened like a cave, and roared silently towards the falling stars.

The cheese also looked up at the falling star, which was different from others. As a caster who summoned it, he could see the appearance of the star, which was a piece he had never seen before. A horse that will never be seen again. Its muscles, hair, and every movement show the power beyond language. This power is not aggressive, it is more similar to beauty.

The shock of beauty made the mage forget the pain of tearing the whole body for a moment. He unconsciously left excited tears, and his hands were slowly raised to greet the advent of the stars. Closer and closer, closer and closer, finally, the two front hooves of Ma Zhiling touched the hands of the mage, and the dazzling stars were now dyed with worldly colors. So the light converged and attributed to nothing.

"Da Da Da!" The light is full ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Waiting for a few people to react, I saw that one person and one horse had rushed out from the rear and went straight to Allee! The man naturally wore a gray robe, but the horse was somewhat familiar, it was clearly similar to the dead horse of Batu before! Too late to react, the reborn horse had rushed to Allai with the mage. No screaming, no tactics, no change, the proud horse spirit raised his hoofs, stepped **** Allai ’s shoulders, and the arms of the lacquered black man instantly fell off!

"All spirits!" Batu stared dumbfounded at the scene, and the cheese and his crotch horse ran towards the distance, leaving Allai, who was kneeling to the ground, struggling to get up. It was almost about to stand up, but at this moment, the horse that ran from behind again once again kicked mercilessly on its back, keeping Allai's upper body close to the ground!

So, back and forth, seven to seven back, fourteen shocks! Under the ruthless horseshoe, the famous disaster on the grassland also turned into a shattered thing. Ma Zhiling finally stopped, not because it didn't want to step on that evil thing any more, but the gray robe on its back was already crumbling. The strong spirit is strong, but the price of this powerful **** to stay in the world is paid by the gray robe!

"Huh!" Ma Zhiling snorted, and her two eyes stared at the shadow falling in the dust. The evil things that followed came silently, daring not to move while hiding beside them. Won? Lothar looked at each other and couldn't believe the sudden victory. And their disbelief was right, because the shadow was quickly returning to its original posture, and it became more distorted.

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