Dawn of the Grey Tower

Frogs are not what it looks like, although few people really know what it is. The half-frogman priest guarding outside the stone room waited quietly, his expression solemn, like a guard guarding some important treasure.

The fact is also true. The reason why this kind of meeting with the frog **** messenger is held so frequently is not because they are supposed to open up the believers, on the contrary, the beneficiary of the meeting is the one who is considered to be the opener. . The messengers of the frog **** are all women, and the believers in the church are all men. Every time they meet, the messengers have to take something from the believers.

"Dedication will allow us to survive the age of disaster, and the future will rise in countless new lives." The priest chanted the prayer silently, and another figure appeared in the corridor undecided. It was a man in a gray robe. His robe did not naturally dip into the water, but floated on the water like a feather. His boots are wrapped in a special scale-like substance, which also isolates the water on the ground.

It doesn't take much effort to find this place. The ghoul living in the shallows knows every corner here, and the mages who can force it to confess to all indirectly grasp the general scope of the Frogsect. Coupled with the previous inferences about the ceremony, the dark room below the deck is no longer so difficult to find.

As for the people in the church, the cheese hasn’t seen a few priests with a half-frog look along the way. If they didn’t happen to be in the church, then the church of the frog **** already exists between priests and believers. The number gap. This is very unnatural for the Cthulhu Church.

"Mind to explain to an unbeliever like me what is the age of disaster? Mr. Priest." The voice of the cheese rang in the damp corridor, making the frog **** priest stunned. Then the admirer of Half Frog immediately turned to the direction of the sound to make a defensive posture. But the gray robe had already turned behind him, and the sharp dagger was placed on the latter's neck, and just a little bit of force would make the blood flower bloom.

"The unbelievers should not come here. This is the temple of the frog god. If you leave now, God may forgive your recklessness." The priest's voice still sounds calm, of course, it may be because his voice does not come from his tongue and throat. Of cooperation. But there are two things that can be clearly understood from his words. First, he has no confidence. Second, most of this lack of confidence comes from the gods he believes in.

"If your **** really has the ability to punish others, I won't stand here safe and sound like I am now. The puppy who explained to me here also told me something very interesting, if I didn't guess If it is wrong, the current frog **** should be extremely weak. And as his followers, you are also in a dilemma and at a loss, right?" Cheese's words are cruel and pleasant. For the evil gods and their followers, gray The robe does not have a half-hearted affection, so his sympathy and other positive or non-negative emotions will not be projected on these people. It is a pleasure to watch them in pain.

Fortunately, the nature of the cheese is not to take pleasure in violence. His pleasure is based entirely on the small victory against the evil god. When he realizes how he threatens the priest in front of him, he cannot harm his **** after all, even this After the priest was supposed to be an ordinary person far away from the evil **** he had protected, those pleasures turned into bitter emotions.

He gently pierced the opponent's skin with the sharp edge of the dagger, and looked at it with blue fluorescence, like those moss-like blood on the wall flowing from the sticky and reflective epidermis. The threat and urgency were no longer meant It goes without saying. Believers are not usually afraid of death, but the Frogsect is very abnormal now.

"Wait, I said, I said." The priest felt the pain and raised his hands to shout quickly. There was a significant gap between his performance and those true fanatics. But this did not prevent him from talking about what happened in this sect, "The Frog God is indeed very weak. Because the evil flowing from the upper part of the river has invaded him and made it impossible for him to give birth as usual. The Frog God is fertility. The gods, most of his power comes from heirs. Originally, the position of priests should be filled by pure blood, but now they all have to stay with the frog **** to take care of him. Only a mixed blood like me can have to bear this Responsibility."

"Mixed-blood? Pure-blood?" The mage's eyes sharpened, and he heard very disturbing words, which made him hard to restrain his thoughts of rat people. And just when he wanted to further ask for information from the opponent, the door of Shishi was pushed open. Obviously from the design point of view, this heavy door can only be opened from the outside in order to prevent the believers inside from trying to escape.

It's a pity that the secret room designed for ordinary people can't contain the blood races that are several times stronger than humans. Jung's skin is shriveled, his eyes are blood red, his nails and teeth are stretched out like beasts, revealing his original posture as a vampire.

"You don't need to ask him, I have already understood the matter. The rest will wait for us to change to a dry place." The vampire stepped out of the threshold, the expression on his face was much easier, and his face quickly changed from that hideous look. Back to the elegant elf. And behind him, a bare-footed heel stepped out. It belonged to a naked woman, a woman without a single hair on her body.

When the priest with a dagger on his neck saw this woman, his eyes widened, and he suddenly burst out of strength, trying to break free from the **** of the cheese~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and could not even take care of his own life. Fortunately, the woman raised a hand in time and said, "This is the will of the frog god. You have no responsibility. Don't worry, this ceremony was very successful. The next thing is nothing to do with you. Continue to preside over the church. He is watching you."

The woman did not put down her palm, but touched the cheese's dagger with her fingertips. The sharp weapon made of mineral suddenly became soft and slipped out of the priest's neck, which can be used as the cheese to re-clamp it. After it, nothing seemed to have happened at all. The woman looked at the gray robe with complex emotions in her eyes, the most of which were fear and awe, "The Frog God named you, and He is willing to cooperate with you temporarily. Now, please come with me and I will explain all of this for you. The ins and outs."

Cheese looked at Jung, and after receiving an affirmative look, his hostility was temporarily reduced. Without using magic or other means, he could feel that the woman in front of him was no longer a human being, and the posture she showed was the same as Jung's appearance when he was an elf, an imitation of a state that has passed away.

Inside, under the skin, they have become completely different things. Having chosen to cooperate with a cheese with such inconsistent existence, there seems to be no reason to reject another pretender's proposal. Although, he really wanted to take this opportunity to eradicate this frog **** from the world.

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