Dawn of the Grey Tower

The fortress in the heart of Frustration Bay was not built by the frustrated witches. This rock fortress, which looks like a reef, is said to be from a more distant time. Some people even said that this building stood here when the first pioneers found the Lost Heart Bay. The rulers of all dynasties seem to have a soft spot for this fortress, and regard it as their base camp. Over time, regardless of their ability to rule, occupying the fortress means ruling the city. Correspondingly, no matter how strong the tsunami scouring the Lost Heart Bay, the fortress will stand here as usual after the tsunami fades, declaring that a new cycle will begin as usual.

After the witches occupied the building, they used their own skills to transform it into a genuine magic fortress. It is said that if they are not invited by the witches, they will suffer an incurable curse just by approaching it. Moreover, no matter how the unknown magical power will affect the visitor, there is also a guard who dare not take risks in front of the central fortress. People don't know his name and origin, but they don't know his origin, but this doesn't prevent them from giving him a nickname, Monster, in the tavern's discussion.

The mountain monster is a very intuitive name, because this gatekeeper is indeed as burly as a giant monster living in the mountains among the "Yin" poetry population. He is about two and five meters in size, and the muscle lines on his body are even covered by the armor Also very conspicuous. The monster never spoke. Some people said it was because he was pulled out of the witch's tongue. Others said that the monster was not human at all, because no human would have such cold, lifeless eyes. They can only judge mountain monsters from their eyes. A full-face helmet made of black iron wraps his entire face tightly. Only the six vents on the door and the opening in front of the eyes prove this. Things are not a statue.

The weapon of the mountain monster is a spear, or something shaped like a spear. The thickness of the arm of a normal person's forearm just hits the person, which may cause fatal damage. As for the blackened gun head, it can be regarded as a hammer head. Such a weapon does not look like it is used to deal with humans, and even used to attack war horses seems overkill. Perhaps only the legendary weapons used to fight dragons or sea monsters need to be cast like this.

Of course, the bigger the weapon is, the better it is. The heavy weapon not only can not bring victory to the user, but may affect their performance. The inertia that matches the weight makes all the skills a joke. So although people recognize the oppressive power of the monster, not everyone thinks he is invincible. Every once in a while, there will be some guys who don't know the heights of the sky and try to challenge the gatekeeper to prove his strength or try to replace it. But the monster still stood here, as if he could not move him even if the tsunami came.

So is the monster really a flesh puppet created by a witch? This is probably not entirely correct, because at least for the monster, he stood here to play for the frustrated witch group purely out of personal will. It may be that it is too close to the magic fortress, and even the gatekeeper himself cannot tell whether this voluntariness is due to a generous reward or the result of magic. But what is the difference between the two? The mountain monster shook his head, and the armor collided with each other due to the owner's activity, making a low, blunt noise.

The burly warrior bowed shallowly to the visitor. The person who approached the fortress just waved his hand casually, and then walked into the gate beside the monster, but this time the loyal gatekeeper did not give it away, he took a slight step towards the door, although it was still half low Head, the meaning of obstruction is already obvious.

"Keep away." The person said with impoliteness, her carefully decorated eyebrow "hair" shrugged with anger. The mountain monster didn't give way, but he stretched out his empty hand and pointed to something dragging behind him. It was a child, and the rag coat on his body had been badly worn during towing, and "exposed" half of his rotten body. The child seemed to be dead soon, but after all there was no real death, so he could not enter.

"I said, let go." Her tone became more impatient. Although the witches also admitted that the monster was very competent as a gatekeeper, he sometimes seemed to be too competent. Especially when facing young witches, they always felt that the gatekeeper did not give them the respect they deserved.

"No, enter." It seems that the gear that has not been running for many years has been suddenly turned again. The monster has spent a lot of effort to say these two words, and then quickly bowed his head respectfully and offended himself in this way. Apologize to the owner. As a matter of course, his apology was not conveyed to the witch in front of him.

"His!" The sound of the poisonous snake's letter came, and the woman with a good face removed her weapon from her leg, and a whip made of three sea snakes. She demonstrated "sex" with her left hand and teased the three snake heads. These three sea snakes are notoriously poisonous in the nearby waters. No brave sailor dare to continue to communicate with their owners under the threat of such weapons confrontation. However, the monster is not a sailor, so he just kept his previous posture, looking at the front with his eyes indifferent, letting those poisonous snakes shine in front of him.

The witch raised her eyebrows "Mao ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~" her anger has been raised to a rather terrible height, and the pleasure of picking up sick chickens has been made "swinging". So she lifted her whip, intending to let the goalkeeper who didn't know how to work well taste the end of her master. But the cold eyes hiding under the armor forced the raised snake whip slowly down again. She couldn't see fear and anger in those eyes, she couldn't see anything, and whipping a rock would not make people feel good, only make people feel stupid.

The sea snake, once again wrapped around the witch's thigh, she loosened the rope tied around the child's neck, "Look at him, if he gets angry when I come back, you'll have to die too!" Humming into the fortress. Leaving the monster and the child lying on the ground covering the wound.

The sound of "Ka La Ka La" colliding with the armor made the child careless of the pain of the wound. He raised his head and saw a helmet made of black iron and the cold eyes behind him. The poor child had never heard of monsters before. He had no way of knowing what he was and what he would do to him. He wanted to escape, but his body was stiff because of fear.

The goalkeeper stared at the child for a few moments, slowly reaching for a small bag from his waist. A large hand wearing metal gloves put the bag in front of the child in the palm of his hand. "Drink, water." Dawn of the Grey Tower