Dawn of the Grey Tower

"It's dawning," Lothar said, looking at the faintly white horizon. He stood up, left the bonfire, and looked towards the valley city. From this angle, the light of the torches in the south of the city can still be seen. Those lights projected the outline of the crossbow arrows onto the clouds above, which seemed strange and terrifying.

"At dawn, they will start shooting." Networms stood behind the Earl of Montenegro, and she heard from Lothar how powerful the weapons erected on the city wall were, and did not doubt that the severely damaged valley city did not The ability to provide enough shelter for the creatures in the city. Unless the rat people dig into the ground, but they won't, just wait for an order and all this will be over. The low ballad was humming softly, and the maid had heard the ballad at the king's funeral.

Lothar sang in his mouth, and slowly untied the piece of cloth tied to the battle axe. The justice of the fool appeared so bleak in the darkness before dawn, and there was no trace of brilliance. In the interval when the ballad was interrupted, the soldier inserted his weapon on the ground, so that the lion carved on the axe faced the direction of the valley. "Look, this is your responsibility as the hand of Hearn. It is also my responsibility as the earl of Montenegro. If the lord cannot execute the prisoners by hand, then they must at least watch. Life, even a sinful life, should Be respected."

While the earl was immersed in grief, the networm frowned as he looked at the northern sky. "Did you see that something flew past?"

"Cough" Marcus moved his handkerchief away from his mouth and looked at the **** sputum inside. It ’s not just him. The soldiers on the city walls responded somewhat similarly. The sulfur in the air formed toxic gases after burning, which caused all this. But the King ’s hand was not an alchemist, so neither he nor his soldiers understood why.

"Maybe Your Majesty is reprimanding us." Marcus smirked and threw the handkerchief under the wall.

"The crossbow arrows have all been debugged, just waiting for your order." The angry lion in armor said with a smile. He seemed to have seen the ratmen and demons fly away under the crossbow arrows, and saw him ascend to the throne of the king in the love of the inhabitants of the kingdom. Soon, the highest glory of the Kroger family is coming.

The King's hand took a few steps back and looked at Andrea in front of him. The latter was young, strong, and commanding, although a bit tyrannical, but not stupid. No matter from what angle, he will not be a faint monarch. But something in Marcus's heart was telling him that Cangshi had never been united by these things. If Sigt is still alive, he will never let those ratmen who died for his own people die under the cold crossbow arrows.

But what does that mean? The old king is dead, and the blood of Hearn is cut off. No wisdom from the devil is needed to help Marcus know that this person is currently the best choice for the kingdom. Although, he would rather choose Losa who still doesn't know where he is. Now think about it, if only let the idiot stop following the wizard north, maybe the situation will change a lot. Forget it, things in the past cannot be changed, just like a collapsed molten iron city cannot be restored, and a dead king cannot be resurrected. Just like the ratmen in this city, it is destined to become a legend in history after today.

"Submit the order, let the arrow go!"

"Boom!" Fire! Cyan fire! The loud deflagration covered Marcus' orders. The dazzling light overshadowed the sun sneaking up. What kind of scene is it, the whole sky, the whole black cloud covering the valley city, burning in an instant, bursting, and the violent wind with heat pressed from above, forcing people to bow their heads in front of this incomprehensible force . In an instant, just a moment, the cyan flame turned into a huge lid, burning in the air.

"Damn, what's going on!" A similar cry rang out in the crowd, but no one could answer the question. Is this a devil's trick? Or what is the punishment from the gods? Before this terrible vision, people were caught in unprecedented shock. At the same time, strong poisonous gas began to spread in the air. Up and down the valley city is like the scene of the end of the world.

"Something came out!" A sharp-eyed soldier shouted, pointing to the burning sky. Marcus looked down at the man's finger, and he saw the blue fire protruding downward, as if it were about to wrap the tulle into the contents. And when the object in it finally broke through the flame, people were again surprised by what they saw.

"Dragon! Dragon! It's a dragon!" The dragon with red scales spread its wings after passing through the fire, drawing two blue tracks on both sides of the broad dragon wings. There was a spark flashing in the dragon's mouth, and it was clearly the culprit that ignited the sulfur smoke. But no one dared to blame it, just because when the beast dived down, no one could resist the idea of ​​confronting it. Its red scale armor was unscathed in the fire, and its powerful muscles shook under it, pushing its nearly twenty-meter-long body to soar in the air. Its eyes are brighter than any gemstones ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ its teeth are sharper than any weapon, and no skilled craftsman can use statues or paintings to show the spirit of this perfect creature! It is the darling of nature, the master of the sky, all creatures surrender in front of it, and this is not the so-called Longwei, just because the creatures in front of it exceed the limit of imaginable perfection.

Marcus suddenly remembered that someone said that a red dragon flew through the air the night the Ratmen attacked the capital. At that time he only regarded this as an unrealistic joke. "I'm afraid I am a joke." Looking up at the air, he murmured unconsciously. But as the distance between the dragon and the city wall got closer and closer, people soon noticed something. The red dragon seemed to be sitting alone! A man in a gray robe!

The wind mixed with the blue flames blew down his hood, revealing black hair under his eyes that matched the color of his eyes. His skin is different from the ordinary goose man, with a little loess color. His expression was calm, as if not even on the dragon's back, it was not enough to excite him. On his body, a gray robe was randomly swelled in the air, no matter what the wind and flames were torn and burned, there was no damage, and a mysterious dark blue light occasionally appeared on it, like it was dotted in gray. The stars in the sky.

"Cheese." When the dragon flapped its wings and hovered diagonally above the wall, the king's hand called out the name of the gray robe.