Dawn of the Grey Tower

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It was getting late, and the cold wind started. Without the heat provided by the sun, seawater can only helplessly lower its temperature, and its last attempt is to devour the remaining heat in the air above like a giant monster. The coldness of the sea breeze is different from the coldness blowing from Longji Mountain. For Losa, the latter only needs to put on thicker clothes and light a bonfire to disperse it, but the former seems to have its own consciousness, drilling through every gap between the clothes. Dancing on hot skin.

"What are we waiting for?" Luosa asked, looking up tightly at the tight clothes. If the environment on the water before sunset is so unbearable, it is not difficult to imagine how bad the boat will feel after dark. Moreover, although it is not that he has not been in a boat, the Earl of Montenegro is still a knight. He can rest on the bumpy horse and eat, but he cannot maintain a balance for a long time on the boat that follows the waves.

Networms performed better than the Earl, but only a few. As a spider trainer, she does not often move on the water, because normal ships will refuse to carry her scary pets. So what she can do now is to pay attention to the state of the water while taking care of Lothar. If anything is more boring than the woods, then it is probably the water. Even the most focused fisherman needs fish floats to help him concentrate. Unfortunately, the maid has no fish floats.

"It's good if we supply some food in the village, even if it's just some pickled fish, it will make it easier for me to swallow." Networm recovered his alert gaze and took out the hard rusks from the luggage he carried. It is the longest ration for travelers who have no time to prepare food. It is also the most unpalatable, rough and hard, which feels more like a weapon like a flying knife than food. The female maid frowned and tried to take a bite, of course without success. She shook her head helplessly, hoarding more saliva in her mouth, hoping to soften the rocky food. At this time, Lothar was lying halfway in the boat, moaning in his mouth.

"Something to eat?" The networm handed another piece of rusk to the earl, who waved his hands with a pale face. Even if he didn't eat or drink, his body was already protesting as if it would never stop. The mercenary pouted and turned to the witch, who was looking at the sun that was about to fall, and she had been this way for almost an afternoon.

"Even a witch needs to eat, right?" After tacitly discovering that Qi Li didn't pay attention to the food she handed, the tamer spoke to remind. The witch turned her head, her eyes gleaming in a haunting light, and the scared mercenaries almost screamed. However, this light only disappeared for a moment, and it instantly disappeared, making people wonder whether it was an illusion. Today, Qi Li was surprisingly quiet after sending the fisherman away. She turned the rusks handed by the networms and put them in the sea water.

"Hey!" "Don't worry, I almost grew up drinking sea water." Qili shrugged her shoulders, put the dripping food into her mouth casually, then turned her head to continue looking at the sun. Seeing this for a few seconds, the Networm reminded himself that the witch was not a human, so it was not surprising that he sat back in his original position. She bit hard at the hard material in her mouth, and she was absent-minded. Maybe she should try to get some water?

"It's time to come." When the bottom of the sun touched the sea, the witch stood up, her hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and her eyes reflected the light of the setting sun. But does that light really come from the setting sun? If so, why does the sun reflected in Qi Li's pupils have unpleasant colors?

"What moment?" Lothar struggled to sit up with his head in his arms, and he looked at the witch in doubt, not understanding what she wanted to do. Networms don't know, but mercenaries tend to put their hands on weapons to strengthen their defenses instead of asking. She had already planned how to escape from this ship if Qi Li was going to deal with them here. Maybe the Earl?

The witch didn't answer the warrior's question. Her hands were raised and her mouth began to recite obscure syllables. These syllables may not belong to any language, but they will unconsciously associate with the bottom of the water, very, very deep. The rock wall became a natural loudspeaker, and Qi Li's chanting was amplified by it, echoing in the bay along the sea breeze. Under the influence of this sound, the setting sun in the eyes of Lothar and others gradually changed from golden red to rust green like a layer of rust. At the same time, the smell of sea in the air is more noticeable than before, and it is still becoming more choking. The networm wanted to jump the boat, but she turned around and found that the light blue water had turned into a deep blue and extremely deep color somehow, as if an abyss suddenly appeared under the water, and she was waiting with her mouth wide open. The foolish creatures jumped into it and turned into beautiful food.

Eerie chanting echoed, but gradually, another small but equally determined voice joined the chant. The source of the sound came from the top of the skull-shaped cliff, a small figure stood there, much longer than Qi Li, until the long green hair of the ankle swayed like a seaweed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She is the same Looking at the setting sun, the setting sun in Peg's eyes was bluish white, the color of the foam at the tip of the spray.

Two witches, two voices, and the same mantra are truly complete with the cooperation of the two. One is the calm of the sea, the other is the surging of the seabed, and as the two become more and more perfect, the vortex starts to appear under the skull-shaped cliff, and the color of the seawater begins to change again from the deep Shallow, as if climbing up from the depths of the abyss.

Half of the setting sun sank to the bottom of the sea. At a certain moment, the witches' voices rose at the same time, that is, at that moment, a beautiful woman holding her heart rushed out of the water! It was the bow of the ship, engraved with a woman with waist-length hair and fish-like features on her lower body. Her eyes were drooping and half-closed, her hands covering her left chest, and some deliberately sculpted liquid-like substances overflowed through the cracks of her fingers, and they were stained bright red by the last touch of the last sun.

"Boom!" The loud noise was accompanied by huge splashes of water. When they calmed down, there was already a three-masted sailboat on the sea. It is larger than any boat seen in the fishing village before. If you want to rely on such a hull, it must be enough to sail on the sea.

"Look! That's our ship! Cursed Lady!" Qi Li pointed excitedly at the sailboat on the sea and shouted to the two dumbfounded companions.