Dawn of the Grey Tower

Latest URL: Thunderbolt from the blue is usually just an adjective. However, the birth of any adjective, in addition to being appropriate, probably also has its prototype. When a bolt of lightning fell from the cloud without rain or snow, and hit the side and front of the sled, even a gray-robed mage would subconsciously slam the wheel, causing the person and the sled to overturn violently on the snow field.

The only good news is that the sleds of Cheese and Curse Crow have a boat-shaped design, that is, there is a raised circle around the area where passengers actually ride, which is similar to the edge of the side wall of a boat. As long as people squat down, they can completely hide Behind the low wall.

[In view of the general environment,

This was originally used to defend against long-range bow loss or similar things, but now in a car accident, after the boat-shaped sled rolled over a few times, it was firmly buckled on top of the two of them, and it became a good covered bunker. Of course, this is also thanks to the crossed straps proposed by the cursed crow, which ensured that the two of them did not fly out of the sled while rolling.

"Well…"

The power of magic can resolve many kinds of damage, but that is on the premise of a clear estimate of the damage and sufficient preparation. Unsuspecting mages will also have their throats slit with a dagger. Cheese and Curse Crow have many body protection spells, but the defense range of those spells does not include high-speed rolling and falling.

The only thing that is a little reassuring is that there is thick snow at their landing point, and a large part of the force of the beating is shared. But the slightly painful groan of the cursed crow shows that even if there is snow protection, people may not be immune to injury.

The cheese covered by the sled struggled to feel the breath of dawn, and saw the condition of the cursed crow through the light of the lantern. There was an obvious wound on his abdomen, which was probably left by a collision with a hard object inside the hull. Cheese crawled to the cursed crow, pulled away his clothes, and saw a broken piece of wood piercing the body of the same door as expected.

"If you really have nothing to do to help others, you should tell yourself good or bad luck before going out."

A wound that is likely to be fatal to ordinary people is not difficult for the gray-robed mage. After confirming that there is only such a wound on the cursed crow, Cheese skillfully took out a few small bottles from the robe.

He quickly mixed the liquid and powder in the bottle, then carefully pulled out the wood splinter from the belly of the Cursecrow, and poured the gurgling solution onto his companion's wound at the same time. A certain sound, similar to that made when an iron plate is attached to raw meat, came from the wound, and there was even a faint smell of barbecued meat.

"Ah. Don't you have a better potion?"

Curse Crow sweated on his aching forehead in the low temperature, and beat his fists hard into the snow. But the bleeding from his wound did stop, not only that, after a series of physical reactions triggered by the severe pain, even the pain and weakness of the injury became very weak.

"Some formulas can indeed bring about a gentler healing process, but they can't eliminate the weakness and pain after your injury. But you are too unlucky, and a piece of wood just happened to go through the gap in the robe? The probability is and…"

"It's as small as a thunderbolt suddenly falling in front of you while driving a sled. I don't think we were just unlucky." Although Curse Crow was the one who was injured, he was also the driver of the sledge, so he could see the moment of lightning strike more clearly scene. Judging from the mage's rationality, this should not be a coincidence.

Not a coincidence, it was a premeditated attack. Cheese nodded slightly, stopped talking, and turned off the lantern at the same time. Dark, cold, and quiet, these are the only elements left under the sled for an instant. The cheese condenses the magic power into the ears. Although the eyes cannot see the outside, the enhanced hearing can bring more information.

Sure enough, he heard a certain sound, the sound of a heavy entity repeatedly stepping on the snow, the sound of footsteps. Cheese narrowed his eyes slightly, judging from his experience in the snow field, ordinary humans could not make such heavy footsteps.

He saw two blue lights glowing in the darkness, which were the magical aura in the eyes of the Curse Crow. The invisible curse was turned into bright red handprints by the blood stained on the Curse Crow's hands, and pressed onto the sled above. The content of the curse must be related to what is about to happen. In other words, Curse Crow has also sensed something approaching.

A heavy creaking sound came from all sides, which is not something that one's hand can

On the contrary, it looks like some kind of huge creature wants to lift the sled completely. Is there such a creature on the ice sheet? No, were there any creatures on the ice sheet?

Before the two mages could figure it out, the light came here, and the heavy sled was lifted lightly, revealing a pair of bare, toeless hoofed feet. Hoofed's owner was about to throw the sled aside, but the spell of the Cursed Crow had already taken effect. The sled suddenly became extremely heavy, disrupting the balance of the huge creature, and finally forcing it to fall to the ground and be crushed by the sled. Live in the chest.

"You know that there are no such ghosts in the world as in secular legends, but I still want to say, hell." Cheese stood up, and now he could see exactly what lifted the entire sled.

It was a creature about four meters tall, roughly humanoid in appearance, with legs, hands, and a torso. Instead of the thick hair that creatures of cold climates should have, the monster has a lot of rough, **** skin.

The skin was a disturbing bluish-blue color, the color of a corpse that had been placed for a long time. Its feet are hooves, and its hands have only three fingers, three very thick fingers, each of which is as thick as a human thigh.

Cheese pulled up the cursed crow, exchanged glances with the other party, and slowly paced around the sled, hoping to see the creature's head.

He saw it, or he didn't see it. Because the organs that should have grown on the broad shoulders have disappeared, but instead there is a giant sword made of ice-like material that penetrates deep into the chest cavity.

The hilt of the sword pointed towards the sky like a long horn, which meant that the thing that inserted it into the monster's body should be taller than this body. Only then could it stab the giant sword in from this angle. Only in this way can it cut off the original head of the creature.

Most of the beheaded things will die, but the existence in front of them not only failed to fulfill their duty as a corpse, but also moved the sled very enthusiastically. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"What do you think this is? I've never seen such a thing on the ice field." Curse Crow also walked around to the same position, frowning and asked. The cursed sled had more weight than it should have, and the two weren't too worried about the monster's immediate upheaval.

"In terms of body structure, it should not belong to any kind of giant or troll we know. A friend of mine once went to Lost Heart Bay, and he told me that there was a huge corpse buried deep in the seabed there, so huge that Not even death can sweep all life from its shell."

The friend that Cheese said was naturally Lothar, and the huge corpse was the Thunder Giant that Lothar found in the battle of Lost Heart Bay. The giant's body was large enough to build cities upon, and his dead bones formed deadly labyrinths. Compared with the giant who was comparable to a god, the monster in front of him was pitifully small.

"Wild Heart Bay is too far away from here, no matter what is there, it is not easy to appear here. But you are right, this thing really doesn't seem to have grown up in the wind and snow. If it was alive, it would have I just froze to death." Ju Yaxu analyzed calmly, pressing on the slightly painful wound.

"You're right. I do know another legend about this place, a story passed down from generation to generation by a group of Watchers."