Dawn of the Grey Tower

In addition to being the lowest end of the inverted triangle among the six schools, the school of secret rituals echoes the school of life as a symbol of rationality. At the same time, it also controls the order of the entire city of wizards.

Laws, rules, these man-made things do not change the form of water in the eyes of the mage. The burning of fire is lower. Since man is a part of the world, man's creation should naturally be related to the world.

By studying these man-made objects, the magicians of the secret instrument school believe that they can also find the final answer to the question, and in a human way that is acceptable to all.

The spellcasters of the other five factions mostly focused on one thing about the secret instrument school, that is, the powerful destructive power of the secret instrument mages on the spells, which makes it possible that the secret instrument mages may not be able to pose any threat to those who do not understand magic, but For other spellcasters, they are the most difficult hunters to deal with.

However, the blocking technique of the Miriam School is not a secret, and its principle is known to every apprentice in the City of Ten Thousand Dharma. It is just a long process from knowing the principle to applying it to the spell. With complicated training, the learners of the secret instrument are neither mysterious nor sublime in the eyes of others.

"Do you know how people from other schools call us?" Rogello slowly pulled a wooden chair from the side. His movements were very laborious, as if every effort would make his whole body feel pain.

"Time-wasting people, the school manipulated by tools. They think we have been lost in the artificial fantasy." The interrogator sat down strenuously, leaning on the back of the chair and let out a slight soothing sigh.

"How puzzling, it is clear that every mage needs to accept the wisdom of the predecessors, and needs to learn and grow in human knowledge, human society, and human system, but they just think that there is no truth in this, only stubbornness. . It’s like how unbearable creatures we are, there is nothing in our thoughts. But if this is the case, the Pan-Northern Continent will not be a world dominated by humans, stupid like us, short-sighted like us, and will The elves are sent into the forest and belong to the dwarves to the mountains. I admit it is not glorious, but I cannot deny its achievements. After all, you see, heroes are also butchers, and the title depends only on where you stand."

Russell was unable to respond to this man's madness. His brain was not clear enough to understand these long talks. He could only absorb scattered vocabulary such as secret instruments and magic, but Roger did not care.

"I always believe that the excellence of human beings lies in that we will spontaneously correct mistakes. It is not individual. Individual corrections are very difficult. It will only happen to a very small number of wise men. In general, corrections are groups. Sexually, one group corrects the mistakes of another group. It is this mechanism of supervising introspection that allows us to transcend those stale and obsessive compatriots of intelligent creatures and become the main force on the earth. Introspection comes from division, various The split in the sense is precisely because we are split, so we fight, calculate, and hurt each other. The right path is clear in these cruel processes, and it is not good at all."

"Yes, it's not beautiful at all. They hate us for a reason. Totem school, psychic school, not to mention the life school, they believe that the world is warm, at least objectively neutral, and it is neither good nor bad. It is bad and equal to give everyone different situations. But we are different. In our view, the world is on the verge of destruction. It tends to destruction all the time. It is full of maliciousness on us. Isn’t it? If not, why would we be? Step by step to the present, if life and wisdom will eventually dissipate, why should they exist? Is it just for us small individuals to praise its greatness? How cruel, Mother Nature."

The Tuozi interrogator spoke to himself and talked in front of the immobile spy. He was like a powerful speaker, stating his views at the conference, but in fact, both of them were in a ghastly prison, here. There are no magnificent domes and gorgeous pillars, and no audience intoxicated by speeches.

In fact, Kei has it, and I am afraid that no one will really appreciate Rogello's rhetoric.

But he didn't care. The interrogator licked the empty space of his gums, feeling a slight pain, and the only remaining eye was gleaming with gloomy and dim light.

He looks like a vulture, an old vulture, soaring indifferently in the air, and the next time he dives, he may not brake enough to hit the ground and fall to death. But maybe that's just the appearance, if there is no tough core drive under this broken body, how can you still get up?

"Sorry, I don't usually talk so much. You know, the prerequisite for being an interrogator is that you can't talk a lot. Therefore, I usually only talk to one type of person."

The lame raised his broken palm and waved it slightly. With the sound of footsteps, two tall men with burlap bags on their heads and only digging holes in their eyes walked into the cell. The muscles on their bodies were unusually developed, not to the extent that an ordinary wizard would exercise.

"Of course, it's the kind of person who can't repeat these words anymore. You see, I'm actually quite introverted."

Rogello received a short knife from a masked man, or a short thorn to describe it more appropriately. The triangular blade is more like a special utensil for cooking meat, the kind of bloodletting knife designed to bleed livestock.

If Rogello still has five complete fingers, he might play with the torture instrument in his hand, but his pleasures have long since disappeared with the lost limbs, and he is here now. UU看书www.uukanshu .com has only a hump-backed, boring butcher.

The butcher raised the bloodletting knife and pierced it deeply.

The pain is sobering, but it won't overwhelm the thoughts. Russell opened his mouth, and the dry throat made no sound this time, only a bellows-like gasp. The knife did not pierce the spy's body directly, but it pierced into a scabbard-like device. The upper edge of this device was a copper ring, which was strung in Russell's flesh, just on the ribs.

At this time, as the key entered, the copper ring opened, and the wound was torn again.

"Ah! Ha..."

After the pain, there was relaxation. One by one, the copper rings opened in the hands of the interrogator, as if the windows that had been closed were reopened. It was not just pain, but Russell was gradually finding himself.

"Kang Dang." The last copper ring fell, and the spy also fell from the cross, kneeling down on the ground. He was breathing heavily, sweat running freely.

"Give him water. Can't you see it? Do you want Master Russell to die because of dehydration?" Roger Luo exaggeratedly shouted to the two big men, and one of them immediately turned around and brought out a water cup made of bones. , Delivered to Russell's lips.

Now Russell was unable to tell what he was drinking. As soon as he smelled the water, he plunged in and drank all the liquid.

"Very good, very good. Don't worry, don't choke. Almost, take the water glass away. Your body is not as thirsty as you think. After all, you haven't been here for a few days."

"What the **** are you doing?" Russell struggled and raised his head, looking at each other.

"Me? What are you going to do? Oh, good thing, Master Russell, great good thing. After the internal review of the school, you will be promoted and become one of us, as my assistant, trainee interrogator."