Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Dawn of the Grey Tower (

"Don't worry about the things in the dark! They are not real!" Although the speaker was articulate and eloquent, his expression was extremely nervous and alert. In this man-made darkness, even the Barak blood clan must be careful. But what is he going to watch out for? In a land of no light, vampires are obviously scary. What can they fear? The huge palm slowly stroked Jung's shoulder, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch subconsciously.

"Get away." The white-haired elf showed a hideous expression, and with a sudden wave of his right hand, the cloak behind him spread out like a bat's wings. The big hand immediately disappeared in the darkness, leaving a gray-white handprint on his shoulder. In fact, Jung didn't feel threatened. Judging from his performance of the palm marks on his shoulders, he was more disgusted that his hand stained his clothes. But this is only for him, and the others in this chaos are not so calm. Or maybe, Jung himself was not calm, but his long life taught him to hide his emotions in the most critical situations. Of course, it is more likely that his facial muscles have lost vitality for too long.

"Isn’t it true? I’ve never seen such a real phantom! Are you telling me that if you don’t resist, these things won’t be shredded by us? It’s just murder!" Alice wielded a short knife, this knife Unlike the dagger she used before, there is no obvious sword grid to distinguish the blade from the grip, and in comparison, the blade is only two-thirds thick of the blade, and only one edge is opened. Such weapons are relatively rare in the human community, and are more common among elves, especially those who have left the forest to live on the plains and build cities. Compared to their counterparts in the forest, they need to resist the enemy more, so they have higher requirements for weapons.

"Those things are dust! Didn't you see, my dear little parrot? They are just dust! They can only stain your clothes, **** it, so don't let your excess fighting spirit arouse more ups and downs. You are creating your own opponents!" The vampire’s voice was a bit angry, his right foot stepped out, and the force smashed some creatures on the floor. He didn’t know what those things were, and didn’t want to know, because They are just dust.

But the protests of the Demon Hunter weren't savage. For Alice, what her blade cuts every time is not only real, but also of temperature and quality. And from the monocle on the bridge of her nose, the enemies that struck in the darkness also had complete bodies, not like phantoms created by tricks used to intimidate. Jung is indeed very knowledgeable, but he does not know things, and sometimes makes wrong judgments. Those mistakes will pay a price. For the blood race that has no heartbeat, it is not a big deal to get a hole in the body, but it is not a family gathering now, and the other people in the six-member team cannot accept this price.

"She makes sense. White-haired bats. We are not wizards. If the things here are really as you said, find a way to crack them. Then we will believe you. Before that, we still have to deal with these dirty Yeah, humble, the ghost knows what it is to hit it. Because it just plucked my hair! Hey, no one told you that if you pluck the cat’s hair, you will be scratched by the cat!” In the dark The Feiyan Sword flew up and down, shining with the unique faint green luster of bronze. Unlike the bronze artifacts dug from the tomb, the light reflected by the sword that has been used as a weapon is not cold and cold, more like a soft green halo. When the green light passed, the enemies dispersed.

The vampire's eyes turned redder, not because he was irritated by Kailas's words, he had heard more insults, it was nothing. Mainly because he deeply realized that he had missed the arrangement of his opponent. If it is said that the traps set up on the previous floor were made by one person, then the problem they encountered at this time came from the original owner here, that is, the cultists. Only they can use such a method, and he actually has been immersed in the pleasure of breaking the chain for a while, leading the team to plunge into this trap. For a leader who thinks he has insight and ability, this inevitably brings considerable frustration.

"Dust, where there is no light, you can be everything. Once exposed to the light, you become the most indifferent thing. There are indeed similarities between us, but unfortunately, you are only affected by spells. Things are fundamentally different from me. When I was young, the humans I knew told me that his people believed that mice grew out of rotting grass, and decayed plants would turn into flying insects. I was fierce. I laughed at him and told him that mice can only be born from mice, and flying insects can only come from pupae and eggs. Now, no matter who your spells come from, it embarrass me. People live a long time and many things can be done. Let go, the only thing that cannot be let go is the past."

Scarlet eyes bloomed with a terrifying color on the dark floor. Unlike the magic light in the eyes of the caster, the red light in the eyes of the blood race does not diffuse outward. It only exists in the eyes and does not form a beam of light. Will not produce halo. Fake is like two red stickers on the wall, which makes people unable to think that they are the eyes of creatures. Vampires can't be called creatures, they are immortals beyond life and death, death eaters. The white-haired elf opened his hands and held the cloak behind his fingers tightly. The bat opened its wings completely, but not for flying. Inside that gorgeous cloak was a terrifying and deep darkness, which swallowed other darkness, so in the space where the darkness disappeared, light emerged. Such a weird scene can inevitably be confusing, because darkness and light should not be presented in this way, but fortunately, it only lasts for a very short time. After a while, darkness returned.

The space that was full of fighting just now quieted down, the enemy made up of dust did not attack again, and there was a little light from somewhere in the dark room. This is not surprising, because it is daytime outside, and the cracks in the boards or windows can be gateways to sunlight. Jung returned to his ordinary appearance, his body wrapped in a large cloak, only one head was exposed. He looked around and threw a rock out of his hand.

"Pop!" The stone hit the wall, and the splash of cremation lit the wall lamp hanging there. Following this light, the UU reading www.uukanshu.com team found more lampstands. As they gradually lit up the surroundings, they also had a general understanding of the situation on this level. Compared with the previous two-story house, it looks like it hasn't been decorated yet. Except for the floor near the hidden staircase, most of the ground is covered by dilapidated cloth, and underneath is stone bricks and mud. Corresponding to it is the layout of the floor. Except for a few thicker walls to share the weight of the four walls, there is no clear room concept here, which makes people feel vacant. But the weird thing is that in such an empty place, even the sound of footsteps may have echoes, but there was no such situation between the fights of a few people just now, as if the darkness filled the space so that the sound would not return.

However, both magic and alien art have this characteristic, and in the unclear chaos, everything they cause is unreasonable. Looking back after the spell is released, those violations are likely to be the key to the pressure and sense of confusion on the caster in the spell design. People who are accustomed to dealing with spells will soon be relieved. They have experienced that situation too many times, knowing that the past is incredible and will never come again, only the present can be grasped.

"Here, it seems to be a corral of something." Atta lightly covered his nose and said to something on the edge of a wall. A few people looked for their reputation and saw a nest made up of a large number of rotten straws, and all kinds of food scattered around that nest, from bones to rotten meat to vegetables, leaves and fruits, most of which were just a few bites. The state of throwing away.

They exchanged glances. If this is really an animal pen, then what is it keeping, and where is that thing now? The most important thing is, where are the owners of this house, the cultists?