Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Before I make a decision, I still have a few things to know." When Atwood and Glen's topic had been chatting from Atticus who turned into stone to the recent weather and vegetation outside, Marcus seemed Made his own decision. He looked at them and said.

The two beings under the tree turned their eyes to the mushroom man. Although they didn't speak, they made a listening gesture. Seeing this, the King's hand tried to keep calm, and he was afraid that what he said would anger the two people, making him unable to return to reality from here, or even die directly. "Well, I want to know, if, I mean if, this is just a hypothesis," he said, taking a deep breath. "Well, if, I choose to accept the power of the devil. Will you really help me?" In other words, this option was not available in the beginning. "

Silence makes people suffocate. Marcus knows the world's attitude towards demons and demons, and he knows that these two are really not good things. But he couldn't help it, as Atwood had said before, even if he could give up the devil's wisdom with great self-control, the current situation of the Cang Lion does not allow him to do so. The king is dead, but Siget is no less important to Marcus than he is to Losa. The monarch who brought him up to trust and guide is a benefactor he ca n’t repay, for him, In the name of Hearn, Marcus cannot be out at this time, he must persevere.

"Hey, hehe, hahahaha" The sudden burst of laughter was beyond human expectations. He looked at Atwood who was lying on the ground laughing, and the Emerald King, which was driving the whole forest to shake, and fell into total no. solution. Marcus didn't understand what was ridiculous.

After a long time, the laughter finally calmed down, and the green staff first climbed up from the ground. He leaned on the cane and covered his neck with one hand. It seemed that he might fall again at any time. "Haha, I didn't expect you to be afraid of this. In fact, this is completely unnecessary for you. You don't need to worry about our attitude towards this matter."

"What? You don't care, but ..." The hand of the king was confused again, listening to the old elves, but they didn't even care about their choice.

"That's the truth, humans." King Cui's voice calmed down. He jumped to a shorter treetop and said in a gender-insensitive voice, "Perhaps you think the existence of a devil is very important. The important thing. It's about your country and everything you know. The devil is fully capable of disturbing them, like mixing a pond. But for us, it doesn't matter. Whether the devil is life or death, regardless Whatever your choice is, the pond is still a pond. That ’s enough. Even if the pond water is muddy again, it will return to tranquil day, only sooner or later. "

Marcus opened his mouth and tried to say nothing, but after all he said nothing. He understood that he couldn't understand the idea of ​​Glenn's existence, just as he couldn't guess the meaning of Atwood bringing himself here. "Well, in this case, then my next question is meaningless. When can we start? What preparation do I need?"

"Don't be so irritable, Marcus." Unlike King Cui, Green Staff still seemed to want to persuade this human. He plucked the hair on his chest and pulled out a bunch of raspberries from inside. "I can understand your choice." But do n’t forget, neither power nor wisdom, there is not only one source in this world. I accepted the commission to treat you and I will do the same. But I do n’t want you to be reckless Regret for life. Your life is still very young, there is no need to rush to decide your own path. "

"Perhaps you are right, Lord Atwood, I do n’t really need this wisdom. After all, I do n’t exclude simple life, and honestly, the more I go up in the kingdom, the more I see. Ugly situation. No country is absolutely fair, right? Like no one is absolutely correct, unless he is a fool who does not want to think. "Marcus said that this stopped, he thought of a fool's name, I don't know if the guy rushed to Valley City with the cheese. Is he still alive?

"Of course I can just go away and be a farmer or a small businessman. I don't want those so-called fame, family, status. But what if I leave, what do others do? Those with arms in the camp The guys in my bed who are about my age, what should they do? I ’m not a god, I ca n’t help them, but at least I understand the value of human life better than those who have only interests in my mind! "

Green Staff, smiled. This time he was not laughing, but the facial hair was slightly shaken, and the look he saw at Marcus had changed slightly. "Perhaps, the devil's wisdom may have covered up the more rare qualities in your soul. It makes me even more pity. You chose to sacrifice for others, but the path you choose will gradually make you lose your humanity. In the end, it becomes the existence that only knows how to obtain benefits. The path you choose will make you the least-toothed person you are now. "

"If I leave the battle now, I will immediately feel disdain for myself." The king's hand said firmly, just as when the Ratmen attacked the city at that time, he decided to fight against the wall.

Atwood sighed and turned to ask the people on the treetops, "How do you feel, Your Majesty?"

"Isn't he already decided? Why don't you ask me again." King Cui said softly, unable to hear the attitude towards Marcus' decision.

The elf nodded and turned to look at humans. He ripped off the string of raspberries and threw them into his mouth, and then threw a tall one toward the crown of the tree, and gave it to King Cui. Finally, Atwood put all the remaining raspberries in his hands and took them in front of Marcus. "If you make up your mind, eat them. When you wake up, everything will be resolved."

The hand of the king took these small fruits with mycelium, and their red color was very attractive. Marcus dared to say that the ladies of the nobility would be happy to use them as snacks after the tea party or dinner. But now, they are more like potions of unknown effect to him, and what happens after taking them is completely uncertain. Without hesitation, the mushroom man swallowed all the berries in his hands with his head raised. He didn't even have time to taste the taste of these fruits, and the deep darkness of UU reading www.uukanshu.com wrapped him again.

Looking at Marcus falling straight to the ground, Green Staff walked over and pulled the former's feet, dragging him towards the center of the forest. King Cui followed him on the treetop, and neither of them said anything. When they walked to the open space in the forest, a building that looked like a nest made of some kind of giant bird had been waiting there for a long time. Atwood threw the mushroom man's body into it without much effort, and then he extended his hand and pressed his finger firmly on the protruding branch, the skin was pierced, and the dark red blood flowed down the wound to the hair . The old elf used blood-stained hair as a pen to write a large number of lines on the ground. These lines were mostly stacked like vortexes and connected to each other like knots.

When the elf had done all this, he stood up and looked in the direction of King Cui, "He can't come here again, right?"

"Of course, contaminated with the power of the devil, he will be permanently turned away from here."

Green staff nodded, he swept the cane in the air, and the wooden stick top started to catch fire. Then he ignited the building with the fire. In the crackling of the flame, he said a little,

"unfortunately."