Dawn of the Grey Tower

The same **** attracts each other and the opposite **** repels each other. This is the principle of a magnet. When this sentence is put on people, it is often necessary to change it to say that the opposite **** can attract each other, and the same **** will always repel each other. Sex here is not gender, but characteristics. Especially with bad characteristics, bad people often only hurt good people because they know that good people won't hurt them. When the wicked collide with the wicked, the ending will always be very tragic. This principle applies not only to good and bad good and evil in a broad sense. If everyone on a ship has different responsibilities and skills, they can cooperate with each other, but if there are two helmsmen on the ship, then they have to throw one to feed the fish.

This city is like a big ship, and the people on the ship are of all kinds and jobs. Some of these positions are very glorious, and some are not so effective. But doesn't it make sense if you can't get a position on the table? Probably not, just like the existence of killers is also part of the city’s economic cycle. Although the people here have no intention of working hard for the city’s development, the result is their life-and-death struggle, which nourishes the soil and makes More colorful flowers bloom on it. Among them, including the cultists, these sad and hateful people who worship heretics, how could they let this ship go?

"Squeak!" The huge mouse walked on the damp pallet unscrupulously, making a threatening cry at the humans approaching it. The gray robe gently swept the beard around the mouse's mouth, and the gray creature that had just been irritable immediately became quiet, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then turned and ran into the darkness. No one saw this scene, and even if they saw it, they would just be scared away as a mouse. Rats should be scared, because people who are active in this area with no view of the sky are extremely evil people. Those who are not hot enough often have iron rings that symbolize slaves hanging around their necks.

Youhe, an outdated tavern, is located in this chaotic area where no one dares to drink. The open door of the tavern looked like some kind of monster's mouthparts, quietly waiting for the prey to be caught. The grey-robed man is not a prey, he is a hunter, he came here for tracking, so he stepped into the tavern without fear, crossed the narrow path, and reached its bar. The elf with silver-gray hair is wiping the glass quietly, as if he is always repeating this action. And Cheese is more willing to believe that some kind of agency in this corridor notified the other party that someone came to the door, and the tavern owner deliberately made this unpredictable gesture.

"As a returning customer, you came a little faster." The elf raised his head and smiled kindly. "But I have to thank you, otherwise I really didn't know that the old fish seller could be able to fight like this. The city can always bring me surprises, and your arrival has doubled the frequency of surprises. Therefore, Youhe still welcomes you, Mr. Cheese."

"Welcome? I hope you can still say that when I leave." The wizard shrugged and sat across from Jung for a few steps. He stared at the vampire with an elf appearance for quite a while.

"Uh, so can we talk about business? Or are you here today just to find me for a drink?" There are not many people who have been stared at by the cheese for so long without changing their faces. Once the gray robe's gaze stops. It's like a real blade. You have to take apart your skin, flesh and bones, and see what's inside. This is a state that only people who have experienced a lot of anatomy training will have.

Cheese didn't answer immediately, but took out a somewhat tattered tin box from his robe, "A fisherman caught this thing from the rushing waters. I hope you can look at it."

Jung blinked, and carefully pulled the box in front of him with a suspicious gaze, and opened it. Naturally, the corpse of a worm lay inside. He frowned, seemingly unaware of why the mage brought this thing to himself so solemnly. However, out of caution, Youhe's boss still whispered after looking at the mage's expression, "I hope you don't take offense."

After all, that elegant face instantly became hideous, and the calm eyes were filled with terrifying ripples, and the blood vessels buried under the skin were like earthworms moving under the skin, making people shudder. Most of the time, vampires feel the same as a living person, at best they have pale skin and stiffer movements. How can a living corpse that can feed on blood be the same as when it was born? The true appearance of almost all blood races is closer to that of a corpse. Their plump cheeks and bodies are only deformed by adjusting the internal structure of the body, just like transforming into a wolf or a bat, being transformed into a human being is essentially a kind of transformation.

Transformation is for disguise. When disguising, you have to put away your claws and fangs. Therefore, the kinsmen in disguise cannot fully use their abilities. When they want to use them, especially the abilities derived from the blood of the true ancestor or When making spells, you have to remove the disguise to reveal your true identity. At this time, Jung’s state is to better understand the secrets of the corpses in the tin box. Unlike Ata’s look and cheese analysis, the insight of the blood race tends to feel the vitality of the target. This is because they prey The evolved abilities are the most distinctive indicator of a person's vitality for the blood race.

"Click!" The door behind the bar was pushed open, and the female blood race as the waiter rushed out immediately after feeling Jung's power. She thought that an enemy had invaded here. Jung stretched out his hand to signal her to retreat, and then took a few deep breaths, gradually transforming her figure from what she looked like when she was an elf, "This is enough to make me unable to eat for a while. If it weren't for me, Without the vomiting function, I’m afraid I’ve already vomited all over the floor when I read www.uukanshu.com. Hurry up and put it away, and let me tell me what is going on with this thing, and what you want me to do. What. Wait, vomit..."

The impact of the corpse of the worm may be greater than Jung himself expected. Although the stomach and intestines in the abdomen were no longer doing the original work, he still retched on the counter. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I wiped my mouth without saliva and shook my head, “At least it reminds me of when I was alive. You know that most blood races don’t like to remember the stage when they breathe. It is like a baby to us. The period in the amniotic fluid was the same, fuzzy and chaotic. It’s really bad."

Cheese shrugged. He didn't explain that Jung's reaction might not be entirely caused by vomiting. Looking directly, especially analyzing things related to Cthulhu in an unconventional way of insight, most of them would have some side effects. But it is precisely this side effect that can show him the threat of this thing, "The tower of flesh and blood, the mother of shadows, the wet soul, the mother of the crypt, and so on. I need you to tell me that the people who believe in these gods are here. A gathering place in a city. This bug is the heir of the evil god, very weak, but it does come from something beyond our imagination. We can’t find it, we can’t control it. But those who also believe in these existences There will be a way. If you don’t want this kind of bug to flourish, you have to kill it in the cradle. Use poison to fight poison.”

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