Dawn of the Grey Tower

() The mage can't speculate what kind of medicine the rat-man drank in front of him. But in just a few short breaths, the robe on the skinny pharmacist was almost broken by his swollen muscles. In addition to the physical enhancement, the cheese was also surprised to find that in his eyes, the other person's body began to exude some extremely unknown power.

This power mage is no stranger. In fact, the cheese had seen or almost seen the source of this power earlier today. The owner of the flesh and blood street is called the dreaded evil **** of the flesh and blood tower. It is from his power that the Ratman now escapes. Although this power is not strong, it may not be comparable to the serious evil **** priest, but this does not mean that the other party will not pose a threat. On the contrary, even the craziest priests of evil spirits never dare to directly bless themselves with energy from outside the world.

"Don't touch his soul, you don't want to see the things on it." Raising his hand, Hill was careful, and the mage told him. Dementors have the ability to directly touch the souls of creatures, and in most cases, their battles follow suit. But after the other party has poured the energy of the evil spirit into the body, it is not a good idea to rush into contact with the infected soul.

In fact, the female doctor did not need the reminder of the cheese. In her eyes, the rat-man changed completely after drinking the medicine. Hill can see some kind of huge, indescribable ghost image from this rat man, and just seeing this blurry virtual image is enough to make the most powerful dementors lose all desire to fight. The only reason why she has not escaped now is that she is afraid that the cheese will retaliate against her people.

The mage standing in front did not know that the companion behind him had fallen into extreme fear. In the face of the ratmen that have grown to more than two meters high, the cheese must concentrate on the enemy in front of them, in order to react the first time the opponent makes an attack. In such a small space, there are few opportunities left for the mage. But since the cheese dared to come here, he was naturally ready to fight.

The magic light bounced in the eyes of the mage, and pure magic energy flowed out of the palm of the cheese. The spell he is casting is not commonly used by the mage himself. But this is indeed the magic he knows best for the current situation. In recent battles, the cheese seems to be relying entirely on the abilities brought by the witch ring. The reason is actually very simple, because it can save his own physical strength. But now, it is not the right time to consider this.

The simple and eloquent language came from the mouth of the cheese. Just hearing the sound, the powerful magic in the spell was enough to awaken Hill from fear. The Ratman who has been completely invaded by the energy of the evil spirit naturally feels the magic that the mage is preparing. His hind legs gently kick, and the huge body instantly kills the cheese. Those eyes without sanity were filled with bloodthirsty desires.

"!" A silent shriek spewed out of the mage's mouth, and with this silent syllable, the magical power surged in the palm of the cheese changed into a fierce electric snake, screaming with their caster. Towards the goal at hand.

"Cracking!" With a bitter voice, Hill saw countless blue arcs enveloping the squirrel. The huge heat and the escaping charge made the doctor's hair stand up like a nail. The white electrolight flooded the small alchemy workshop, and the extreme light brought people to the invisible world.

Judging from what I feel, Dementors believe that this time the cheese is cast, its destructive power is enough to destroy the city gate of Cangshi. But the perception from the soul level made the doctor aware of another fact that she was very reluctant to believe, that is, the rat-man had not been wiped out under the electric light, and could even be said to be unharmed.

Electro-optics come and go quickly, and the characteristics of lightning are destined to condense all the destructive power in an instant. And if something can block this momentary damage, then it can ignore Thunder. When Hill's eyes were restored to sight, she saw the muscular Ratman grasping the mage's neck with one hand and lifting the cheese from the floor. Except for some darkened hairs, the doctor did not see any scars on the ratmen.

Unlike Hill, the cheese at this time has no spare time to observe whether his spell has caused any harm to the Ratmen. Lifted in midair by the force that almost crushed his neck, the mage could feel his consciousness gradually disappearing due to the exhaustion after the cast and the oppression of external forces. Holding the fingers of the Ratman with both hands in vain, hoping to remove them from his neck, the magic in the eyes of the cheese began to flash like a power-supplying light bulb, as if at any time it might fade forever.

This situation is desperate for most spellcasters. There is no way to concentrate, even if you have the most powerful spell. However, the strict training of the Grey Tower has kept its apprentices out of the list. In the course of the Grey Tower, there is training to cast spells in various mental states. The course that used magic as if it was instinct, and even tied it to the desire to survive was once a bad taste for apprentices to be teachers. But when they really walked out of the mage tower ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ they only realized how practical this is.

The burning sensation that reached the soul erupted from the hands of the ratmen! It felt like an ordinary person holding a piece of burning charcoal, waiting for the brain to tell how painful it was. The body had already responded to letting go.

"Boom" Master's body fell straight down from the Ratman's hand like a piece of wood to the floor. He couldn't care about the pain from his back, he breathed the air in a big mouth, so that his consciousness can be recovered faster normal. But the cheese apparently underestimated the reaction of the Ratman, before he could adjust his breathing, his fist with evil wind had already reached the mage.

"Cheese!" Dr. Hill flew forward, trying to block the mage, but when her body had just made this move, the cheese had flew out of her face.

"Bump!" The sound of the body hitting the wall caused the dust in the cracks of the roof to start falling. The mage was like a puppet with a broken thread. The whole person spread his limbs down to the wall, and his life and death were unknown.

The Dementor stared blankly at the direction of the cheese, and suddenly a sense of oppression came from behind her head. Only at this time did Hill want to come and hit the mage with something in front of her.