Dawn of the Grey Tower
Chapter 374: Devil's Harvest
When the first rays of the new day shone on the walls of the molten iron city, every soldier who was capable of making a sound was cheering. Although the wave of the Ratmen has receded for some time, it was not until this moment that they were really sure that this **** defensive battle was over, and that the soldiers and civilians of Molten Iron City won their right to continue to survive. However, not all of them relaxed their nerves. On the tower of the city wall, Grand Duke Hammer and the people around him were waiting for the return of a killer.
"You look quite energetic? Doesn't it matter if you didn't sleep all night?" Taking a bowl of steaming vegetable soup from the wooden table in front of him, Grand Duke Hammer glanced at the angry wizard who looked at Chaoyang by the window. In Andre's knowledge, the caster has never been a guy good at protracted combat. This is well-founded. In order to recruit the talents required by the barrier program, the old dwarves have seen many of them who can be called wizards. However, these tall and pretentious guys are considered to be dwarfs in the dwarves. In a state of vigorous energy, the casters can be ten enemies or more, but once over-casting, they will soon become sleepy and even faint.
The curse crow turned his head, and of course he understood what the dwarf was referring to. The conjurer leaned the staff against the wall and walked to the table to pick up a bowl. Although not mentally exhausted, physical hunger could only be supplemented by eating. "The situation you said wouldn't have happened for a long time. The caster can't act like a warrior, and at least have enough energy to escape. If any guy hits himself, he is not. Too stupid is too inexperienced to be a mature caster. "
"What about your fellow cheesemaker? Is he a mature spellcaster?" Lyon, sitting on the other side of the table, swallowed the black bread in his mouth. As for how he knows the relationship between cheese and curses, isn't there so many wizards who like to wear gray robe in this world?
"He?" The spellcaster smiled dismissively at the corner of his mouth when he heard the name of the cheese. "It seems that you had an intersection with him, and the boy gave you a good impression?" Blood Lion ordered. Nodding, the experience of Salon collar and Zhuoliu town made him believe that the cheese is a gray robe with strong strength and excellent vision. Curse crow smiled more when he saw each other's reaction, as if he saw something very funny. When Lyon frowned at the wizard ’s laughter, the spellcaster finally realized his gaffe, “Sorry, I ’m too much. Ha ha, but this is all you teasing me. Cheese, about him Although he is already strong enough in terms of theoretical knowledge and combat ability, but ... "Crow said she spread her hands." It's just a young bird that didn't even get his emblem. As a gray robe, he is still very tender. . If you want me to make an analogy, just like you and the friend with long ears around you, you should be able to understand it by saying this. "
Lyon's brow continued to frown, and his eyes looked suspiciously at the curse crow. Instinctively, the knight did not want to admit that this evaluation of cheese was correct. After all, compared with the gray robe appearing in the molten iron city, the cheese is more appreciated by the blood lion, whether it is acting or talking, but perhaps it is intuitive, the voice in the heart of the knight tells him that the curse is right. .
"That's why it's mysterious." Buckham rolled his eyes at the wizard while drinking vegetable soup. Although he hadn't seen another gray robe of the two populations, the elf didn't like this gloomy guy when he first saw the curd crow. Beckham always felt that the bloodthirsty expression on the faces of the rats was more comfortable than the sneer of the spellcaster. And his ignorance of the gray robe made his whisper fall into the wizard's ears. In response, the Crow just tapped his fingers gently, not much to say. The elf had no choice but to talk about the confusion when he had to dump the vegetable soup in his bowl somehow.
The wooden door of the room opened. Perhaps it was always on, because Rao was the few people in the room. None of them even noticed that someone had opened the door, and no one realized that there was another shadow in the room. When they noticed this, a heavy object had hit the floor beside the dining table. "Ouch!" Ouch? Nothing in this world will make such a sound when it collides with the floor. Everyone was watching the squirming stuff on the floor, wrapped in a black cloth bag, and, the demon who didn't know when to stand in the room.
"Boo!" Bacham unconsciously pulled out his weapon at the moment he saw Karus, whose undisguised murderousness suffocated him. Lyon reached out and held his slain, shook his head at him, "This is a friend of the Duke ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You can't beat him anymore." The knight said. The murderousness of the Demon Race disappeared quickly. He split his mouth to reveal two rows of sharp fangs, "Your knight is right, little guy. I want to kill you, you can't even touch the handle." Buckham Angrily sitting down, if a few days ago, this elf might not know that he would fight against someone who provoked himself on the spot, but now he has learned the necessity of prudence from Lyon.
"So, what did you bring back?" Duke Hammer, who was sitting firmly behind the table, put down the wooden bowl, unmoved by the scene just now, and asked his chin to point at the loot of the demon. At this time, the mandrake had opened the tip of the bag, revealing some long green hair. "A witch?" The wizard frowned. He looked up at Karus. He had some blame in his eyes. It was not necessarily a good thing to catch a witch back. Who knows if she was deliberately arrested? .
"Relax, this little lamb and his companions are gone, and the best shepherd dog would like to find her again." The Devil smiled, his blood from the devil gave the killer something special when dealing with the caster Advantage, especially if the other party is unprepared.
Curse crowed his lips. He simply confirmed that there was no tracking or other magic on the captive, and then pulled the other person's hair to pull her out of the bag. At this time, many people found that the height of the witch was not as good as Andre, who was a dwarf. She seemed to be an adult, and she was probably not even twelve years old. "It's really a lamb. But it's really a witch." Grand Duke Hammer raised his eyebrows, and his headband gave the dwarves the ability to separate their spellcasters.
The captive pulled out of the bag looked at the people in the room with dark green eyes, then took a deep breath and shouted, "Qili! You bastard!"
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