Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Go to bring the white wolf back." Inside and outside the camp, the noise of shouting broke out again after a moment of silence, and it intensified. The stagnation at that moment was naturally due to the star fall. If it was in peacetime, the star fall was enough to stop everyone from rushing to watch. Only this time is different. If someone turns their head to watch Xing Luo, those around him will seize the opportunity to pluck his heart with a scimitar. Unless the star hits the heap of people directly, its fall will be meaningless to those who have been mad. But it makes sense for shamans, it has a very big meaning.

Hearing the command of Li Chou, the tall rock nodded and nodded, casting his sight on the chaotic crowd in the camp. Those people were mad and intoxicated, indulging in the most primitive desires, and the reason why they did not rush to disturb the work of the three shamans was all because they sat in the mouth next to the fire and chanted the words. His eyes stopped after searching for a while, and Ensod's figure was still prominent in the crowd. The Rock Hill threw the things in his hand into the fire, making the rising flame stronger. The fire can rise smoothly thanks to the help of the white wolf and his men before they fell into madness, and this help will also reward them.

The shaman strode out of the protection of his brother. His eyes were as bland as water when he saw people slashing with each other. As a person serving the spirit of the snake, his blood may also be as cold as a snake. The snake can fix its target very tightly. So no matter how chaotic the scene is, it can't stop the Rock Hill from approaching his target position. As for those who block between him and the white wolf, that is not a problem at all.

Different from the tall figure, Rock Hill's action is extremely dexterous, precise and fast. His big hand can always grab the blade or the arm holding the scimitar before the scimitar actually swings. Then, those unlucky eggs will be forced to give up their weapons in great power, or lose their combat ability because of the pain of the nearly crushed arm bone. Rock Hill does not need to use weapons, he himself is a weapon.

It's a pity that not everyone has the ability to pass through the chaotic army like the shaman of the snake spirit. Ensod's skill is only middle-up in the tribe. At this time, he was hit by three opponents. Attention has been unable to take care of the whole body, and injury or death is just a matter of time. It is awkward that two of the three opponents who struck him were clearly soldiers under his own hands. This is not a strange thing. At this time, there is no longer any division of power inside and outside the camp. Everyone fights for themselves, and everyone around them is an enemy. There is no identity and blood. Only the killing of the enemy and the enemy is the life. Law.

At this time, the white wolf has long lost its elegance. There are several tears in his clothes. There are blood wounds on his left calf and right back. There is a place on the lower back that almost exposes his internal organs. Come out seriously injured. The wolf skin that had been draped over him had torn, and it was crumbling like the one wearing it. The machete came from the left and the right. Ensod held the knife in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand, and set it apart one by one, but the third enemy was already behind him. He knew that the man had reached behind him, but he could not react in any way, and he could only accept the knife.

The person behind the white wolf obviously knew this too. His face showed ecstasy, and the blade pushed out across the gap of the ribs, and he was going to pierce the heart of the white wolf from behind! The knife did pierce something, but not the heart, but a wide palm. Rock Hill appeared in time behind Ensod, and the pain pierced with his left hand did not show up in his face. The tall shaman just flatly swiped his right fist and knocked down his opponent who was shorter than him. The sound of the symphony of gold and iron suddenly appeared, it was the white wolf who got rid of the attack in front, he did not hesitate, his body turned quickly, and the sharp blade in his hand pierced the rock hill!

This knife was originally aimed at the height of the neck of ordinary people, but because of its height, it only broke through the flesh on the shoulder of the shaman. Rock Hill turned back and glared at the white wolf, first pulled out the machete in his palm and threw it to the ground, then stretched out his big hand and pressed it from the top to Ensod's head like a dark cloud! He just raised the white wolf! Seeing this scene, the two men who attacked the white wolf immediately stepped forward and tried to kill the white wolf who could not resist. Rock Hill snorted coldly, and two eyes showed pupils unique to snakes, and the instincts of the two people who saw this scene were stagnant. To kill again, the shaman had taken the white wolf out for several steps. It's just that the loss of this prey does not affect their emotions. The two men looked at each other and immediately killed.

Although he suffered some injuries, it is not difficult for Rock Hill to bring people back to Liugong. Although the white wolf is constantly struggling, he can only hurt the shaman with limited kicking and scratching And these injuries are completely painless for Rock Hill. After about twenty breaths, the two entered the safe area under the brocade, and the rock mound did not let go, waiting quietly for instructions.

"Bring him to the fire and let him look at the flames." The old shaman stood by the fire, with black ash on his face and some traces of burnt hair. But besides that, Li Chou's spirit is very full, his body is very straight, and he doesn't show his old appearance at all, but he seems to be many decades younger. His wide sleeves had been **** at this time, thought to prevent him from having the same fate as his beard hair.

Without saying anything, the rock mound twisted the white wolf to the fire, forcing him to watch the flames. At first, Ensod's resistance was still fierce. He tried to get rid of control, and showed hostility to Li Zhuo and Jin Bian. But as the flame burned in front of him, only the reflected light remained in his eyes. Gradually, those struggles slowed down, and finally came to peace ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ok, let go, I have returned to normal Too. Look again, my eyes will be blind. The white wolf said slowly, staring at the flames to dry his eyes.

The rock hill looked at the ugly ugly, and released his arm after the old shaman nodded. Ensod immediately fell back and sat down. The whole person was lying on the ground breathing the air. After his breathing was even, he sat up again from the ground and asked the old shaman, "What the **** is going on? Why did it become like this? I just remember we piled things up while resisting and burning ,other…"

"It's Alai." Li Chou didn't go to see the white wolf. His eyes were fixed on the center of the flame, and he seemed to be staring at some fragile treasure. "The aura it emits makes your inner tyranny bloom. This is normal. Most of the military disasters caused by Alai are like this. It only needs to be watched, and people will fight to the last person. Of course, the outcome is often that no one survives. "

"Alai ..." Ensold repeated the name in a low voice, and he still felt unreal about the legendary existence, "Ah, yes! Starfall! I remember seeing Starfall! It is a god, they come Help us get rid of that thing, right? "

The old shaman finally moved his gaze and looked down at the son of the wolf master. The fire light made his face half dark and half bright. "Yes, no. There are indeed a few shots among the spirits, but you should know if you have heard those stories. , Alai is a disaster for human beings, and only human beings can stop it. Gods, even the brightest among the spirits, will not work. "