Dawn of the Grey Tower

The wind blows through the wilderness, taking away the pungent death. The pit where the Ratmen hid became a natural tomb. Looking at the bodies of the six Ratmen in the depression, I have to say that this scene is quite ironic. After all, they were hiding here a few minutes ago and plotting to attack a nearby village while it was dark at night.

"They didn't expect this to be their end point." The elf held a burning torch in his hand and kicked the firewood around his feet onto the body. Burial alone cannot stop the possibility of these dead monster bodies continuing to spread the plague. Only the flame can completely kill the plague in the rat-human body.

"Maybe they guessed it long ago." Lyon inserted his hunting knife in the dirt and stood beside Beckham. The knight extended his hand and motioned to the torch to give him the torch. The elf showed doubts about the blood lion's movements, and it seemed to him who would ignite the flame.

"They were the people of Cangshi." The knight's eyes turned to each other. Buckham noticed that there seemed to be something in his eyes that was so thick that he couldn't dissolve it. It was self-blame for his incompetence and guilt for the ratmen. Now the elf knows that it is not just him who is suffering from killing the Ratmen, his mentor is much more gloomy than he seems.

"It's not your responsibility, you don't owe them." Despite this, Buckham handed the torch in his hand to Lyon. He tried to use words to comfort the human in front of him. Because seeing the emotion in the knight's eyes was enough to disturb him. There was something wrong with his tutor, the elf thought.

"They are the people of Cangshi. So it's my dereliction to fail to protect them." Blood Lion said, the flame of the torch was dancing wildly in the wind, and it seemed to show how the heart of this seemingly calm soldier struggle. Lyon has never forgotten that these evil beasts were once the same as him, and the oath he read on the day of the knight knight beat his heart like an iron whip.

"Okay, let's end this soon." The heavy feelings in the Cavaliers' long story made the elf unwilling to argue with him again on this issue, and Beckham said as he walked away, unwilling to watch To the next scene. Behind the elf, the torch was thrown from Lyon's hand, leaving black smoke marks in the air and falling into the pothole. The smell of roasted meat and a choking odor rose from the depression along with the black smoke.

But Lyon didn't move. He was still standing next to the pothole, keeping the torch throwing position, letting smoke and dust cover him. The unburnt ashes fell on the knight's bare skin with black smoke, causing tingling, and the thick dust covered the blood lion's nose and mouth, making him unable to breathe. But Lyon still didn't move. He stood there, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The lack of oxygen slowly calmed the knight's brain, and the kind of silence on the verge of death made Lyon feel comfortable. Perhaps it is also a relief to just die from suffocation? The Blood Lion thought so. However, as he was about to step into Yong Ye's arms, a pair of hands and a pair of elven hands pulled him out of the thick black and rolled down on the grass behind.

"Cough, cough!" Buckham coughed violently, driving away the dust in his mouth and nose. Next to him, Lyon was lying on the ground doing the same thing, only because of the ashes in the knight's long nose and nose More, his drool and snot on the ground appeared black.

"Next time! Next time you want to die, I will never save you!" The elf recovered first came to the blood lion and shouted at his mentor. He was really scared by Lyon's move just now. However, the elf's words did not reach the knight's long ears. Perhaps the ear canal was blocked by smoke and dust. Lyon's tearful eyes did not have the slightest expression.

Beckham saw that Lyon was completely unresponsive. He had to pull his knight from the ground, using a half-drag to pull the blood lion against the tree just now, hoping that the knight could cheer up. The fire slowly became smaller, and the corpse of the Ratman turned into mud in the flame. The elf used Lyon's hunting knife as a shovel, turning the soil next to it into the depression and crushing the last Mars. When the sun gradually turned west, the blood lion stood up under the tree.

"I now wonder if you can find your soldiers alive." Buckham said ironically when he handed the hunting knife to the knight. Lyon's face was covered with black dust, and it looked very funny, but for some reason, the elf couldn't laugh. Perhaps it is because of the white traces that extend down the eyes of the knight's long face.

The knight silently turned out his weapon, and inserted the hunting knife into the scabbard behind his waist. He walked in the direction of the sun, and not far from that direction, there was a stream. Lyon knelt by the creek, looked at his reflection in the water, and smiled. He washed the black ash on his face with the stream water, but he could not wash the black stains on the armor anyhow. .

"Let's go." Lyon said to the elf behind him, as if nothing had happened just now, he changed back to the calm and decisive warrior. Although the Cavaliers didn't think it was, it was indeed the second lesson he gave to Beckham. This lesson was even more important than how to grasp the timing during the battle. He taught the elves that when you kill something, something in your own heart will die with it.

Buckham followed the knight. He looked back at the mound where six monsters were buried. He knew that there were more than six ratmen buried in the mound. There is also a part of this young elf ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Buckham's arrogance and blind pursuit of battle are buried here forever. Buried in this unknown field.

The wind blew across the field, causing the low grass to make a "chucky" sound. A human and an elf rode a horse, silently walking on the country road.

"Where are we going?" Beckham asked. He knew the names of some famous cities in Cangshi, but he hadn't been there.

The Cavaliers thought for a while, and he looked up at the sky. I thought that the cheese and others at this time should be fighting to investigate the origin of the plague in the capital of Cangshi King. He tried not to think about whether they would have the same feeling as him when they killed these ratmen. That is too much a problem for him now.

"Let's go to the marauder collar, where we are needed more than the king."

In fact, in addition to their existence, there is something affecting Lyon, making him unwilling to return to Wangdu. He was afraid to face his big head, and the knight did not know how to be honest with his stern old man about his failure. He was afraid that Attic would see through, the old man could always see through, the fragile emotions that were growing in his heart.

"Let's go to the hammer." The knight repeated quietly.