Dawn of the Grey Tower

The Poison-Blade Mercenary Corps did not stay in the passenger town for too long. They were still busy collecting more corpses of the Ratmen, and had no time to trace the strange men and women. Moreover, the mercenaries are not sure what happened last night. They just thought out that the two men had a problem out of cautious considerations, and wanted to get their whereabouts from the tavern ’s mouth. What happened in the tavern in the early morning undoubtedly confirmed their speculation, but at the same time made them realize that these two men are never as easy to deal with as they seem. The leader of the poisoned blade is very pragmatic. Under the balance, he did not continue to hold Roland and Hill ’s whereabouts, which may cause considerable losses to the mercenary group. He now only hopes that both sides will not violate the river. .

This is not easy. It's not that the mercenaries hate the guy who can defeat their leader, and it is the Roland side who is not willing to let go of each other. After realizing how badly the poison blade is going to do, the magician can't just sit back and ignore it. He doesn't want to harm the lives of the mercenaries. But he still has to weaken the mercenary group's ability to act to a certain extent. Trap is the best option in this situation.

Listening to the hissing and cursing of horses from a distance, Roland's face showed a sly smile. "You seem to be quite good at arranging traps. I haven't even heard of many tactics." Said Hill, who rode side by side. There was no compliment in her words. The magician's placement of traps, concealment methods, and The possible results are very accurate. It seems that this situation has been experienced many times.

"Hey, well, it's just a long-life preparation." Roland shrugged, and rarely said an obvious lie. Traps, observations, and inferences are all things he is best at. Being able to act with the most powerful magician in the world is enough to prove that Roland was already good at this when he was young. This talent, which is very different from the caster, once took his companions out of danger and looked for targets no less than Clark's magic. But the magician does not intend to show off his past now, it will remind him of too many things he does not want to face. Even in such a long life, happy days are short.

The Dementor wisely did not break this lie. She is well aware of the importance of respecting privacy, which is especially important for people shrouded in darkness. Besides, Hill is still thinking about other things, "But I still don't understand. Are you worried that your arrangement will cause those mercenaries to return to the guest town? The pub owner should almost wake up now."

The magician heard the companion's implication. If the poison-bladed mercenary regiment that was completely unable to advance by the trap was returned to the guest town, they would definitely encounter Pippo who woke up. And Roland was too late to save him again. However, this problem has been taken into account as long as the obstacles are placed. "Relax, the viper will not spit out half of the prey it swallowed, it would rather die. The mercenary is also the same, not to mention as a leader, he just just After a serious setback, he can no longer make any weak decisions even if he gritted his teeth. That would shake the foundation of his prestige, which is quite fatal for the leader. "

Hill nodded. She wasn't very clear about the mercenary's philosophy of life, but Roland said it wasn't like a random excuse. So the female doctor stopped talking and concentrated on identifying the direction of the road ahead, hoping to take fewer detours and reach the vicinity of the Salon collar faster. The grass stalks were blown by the breeze, and the farmland was faintly recognized on both sides of the ruined road. Nature has swallowed the traces left by human beings at a very fast speed. Wild grasses are its pioneers. They grow out of the fields and grow out of the gaps of stone bricks, covering the creations of civilization.

If a minstrel passes by and sees such a scene, he may feel the emotion and create a wonderful chapter of Acura's suffering and experience of real or fabricated characters in it. But Hill is not a poet. She is a doctor, and the scene before her only makes her feel inexplicably sad. The Dementors can hear the lamentations sung among the blades of grass, which are the dead souls who are hovering here and do not want to leave. They are mourning themselves in their own way.

"I think my family and I will be very busy for a while," Hill said suddenly.

Roland turned to look at the female doctor, thinking of her true identity after her appearance, revealing a clear expression, "You can calm down the souls of death? I thought that only the dead female demon had this ability." From his words Zhong can know that although the magician cannot hear the ghost's mournful words like the dementors, he is well aware that the world under the sun has another look.

"Of course we can't, but we can scare them away and let them rush to the post-mortem world." Hill shook his head and said helplessly, "otherwise wizards and other mischievous people who want to collect undead soon will Fill this kingdom. "

"It's easy to break the order, but it's very difficult to maintain or establish a stable frame." Roland agreed with his companion, he knew that the female doctor's worry was not groundless. He has seen too many things wandering in the gathering place of death, and those who crave the dead bones and souls are sometimes more terrible than death itself.

Hill still wanted to say something, but a loud horn sound interrupted her thoughts. The two stopped their horses and looked in the direction of the sound together. I saw a rough flag slowly emerging from behind the hillside in the midday sun. There is no need to wait for this flag to be fully revealed. The female doctor has subconsciously called up the name it represents, "Duke Hammer. But, why is it here?"

"Look at it in the past to know." Roland also recognized the flag, which was indeed the sign of the dwarf lord who ruled the entire hammer hammer. However, the flag in front of it is not enough to represent the rank of a duke. The hammer with the hammer is not intact cloth, but more like a rushed product stitched and spliced ​​by several pieces of rags. Even if you look carefully, you will find that even the emblems painted on it are crooked, not at all like the hands of regular practitioners.

The female doctor loosened the reins and supported the magician's opinion with her actions. The two met the banner and rode up the hillside. What they saw was a shocking team and said it was shocking because the people who made up this team were all in ragged clothes. From a square perspective, almost four or fifty people had no scars on their bodies. But even so, everyone in this team's eyes are very determined, that kind of calm eyes makes Roland instinctively think of the hardest rock.

The team stopped before the two riders. The molten iron man looked at the two without any concession, although due to the height problem, even the adult men had to look up to see Roland and Hill riding on horseback, but these people had no fear at all. . This situation did not last long. When approaching the team with a distance of about 100 steps, Roland had already taken the lead in turning over and dismounting, holding his mount close to each other.

"Duke Hammer, where are you going?" The magician asked carefully, trying not to show pity in his words ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to prevent stinging the self-esteem of these people.

"Wangdu." The man holding the flag poked the flagpole on the ground. "Where are you going, strange rider?"

"North. I'm going to rush to stop a war that may be too late." Roland saw that the sight of these Hammers had clearly gathered when he mentioned the north.

"What you said is very similar to Grand Duke. So I bless you, rider, and I wish you can get to where you want to go in time." The magician's pupils shrank, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, but instinctively The flag bearer in front of him is not normal.

However, this abnormal feeling did not affect Roland's expression and movement. He gave all his water and food to these people. "I also wish you safe arrival in the capital."

The Hammers didn't say anything, they took the magician's supplies and raised their flags to the south. Hill and Roland stood on the side of the hill and watched these people disappear into the field of vision, with an incomprehensible expression on her face. She looked at Roland and wanted to tell her what was wrong with these people. But before the words were spoken, the old man waved his hand to stop it. "They will arrive safely, as long as the flag does not fall." Roland's words seemed to be a conclusion.

When the two men re-mounted, the dementor noticed that his mount was different. This ordinary horse started running at a high speed that had never been seen before, and there was no sense of fatigue. She was surprised to see the surrounding scenes moving quickly backwards, and also noticed that the magician's horse was the same as hers. When they stopped again, they were already in the territory of Montenegro, and this road should take three days to complete at the previous speed.

"Someone is protecting those molten iron people, maybe a mage, or something. He or He has helped us too." Roland felt his beloved pipe from his arms and said.