Dawn of the Grey Tower

What does **** look like? In other words, when will people feel that they are in hell? This is not a difficult question to answer. Those who have the concept of **** or more sensitive poets and writers can use their methods to tell you the answer to this question. But to think about it from another angle, the difference between **** and purgatory that people often say may make it easier for us to understand what it looks like. That is the possibility of redemption. Purgatory can be redeemed, but **** cannot. In hell, only eternal endless suffering, or eternal endlessness alone, is already a kind of pain. When long hours and depressing and unpleasant emotions are combined, torture is born.

Torment, this feeling has never been seen before in Losa's battle. This is not to say that the cannibals that fell from the roof of the ropeway in the workshop were more difficult to deal with than the wolf walkers, demons or squirrels that the count had ever seen. The change was not the enemy, but the heart of the warrior. Lothar's heart was once full of scars. Since the shadow of his parents' death in childhood, everything he experienced has made the wound that was originally imprinted on the mind bigger and bigger, and more and more cracks.

In order to deal with this broken trend, the earl learned indifference, he learned arrogance, neglect, blind obedience, and learned to make other dirty, sticky, damp things like mud on the outside of his heart. Form a protective cover to prevent his heart from breaking into a residue. His glory, ideals, convictions and help from others are like heat, and the mud wrapped around it is baked into beautiful ceramics, which protects the heart firmly.

This protection should continue forever, and as those heats increase, the hardness of the ceramic will also increase, and those dirty impurities will be discharged, leaving a white and smooth outer wall. It should have been this way, until he reused this heart, he used this heart to fall in love with someone, so when the heart beats, the coating wrapped around it broke apart. The fragile organ inside revealed that scarred heart. He used to be able to use force and faith to force himself to wield weapons to take the lives of others, but now, he can't do it.

Facing the oncoming opponent, Lothar was hesitant for the first time in years. The enemy's speed was not fast enough to allow the earl to hide sideways and knock it down and then gave him a fatal blow with a battle axe. But then, the blood flowing from the body of the killed thing is bound to splash on his body, and the pungent **** smell will be entangled on his hand, longer than the perfume with the longest effect. It will be smelled by his lover, and perhaps by his children. That was not the result he wanted.

Hesitation is a taboo for warriors on the battlefield where changes are likely to occur in an instant. Fortunately, Lothar's fighting instinct saved him this time. The Earl retreated slightly. Instead of using the axe blade, he used the weight at the bottom of the axe handle to slam the head of the person who fell from above. The attacker could not change his movements in the air. Even if there was, the bloodthirsty desire would not allow him to retreat. "Click!" After a tooth-pounding collision, the blood-striked attacker was smashed over, and after turning a few times on the ground, his head knocked to the edge of the forging table and stopped moving.

Others don't necessarily have the reaction and skill of Losa. There were a total of five enemies rushing from above and behind the forging platform. Except for the one who was knocked over by the earl, the first officer used an machete in his hand to successfully perform an oral examination on the enemy who attacked him. Of course this time The depth of the examination may have moved closer to the gastroscope. The Bobcat hides behind the other three sailors without hesitation. He is not good at fighting. The dagger in his hand is more of a bold prop than a weapon. The three sailors were not as lucky as the intelligence dealers. Although they all tried to wield their weapons, but because of the difference in the light inside and outside the house and the number of enemies and the angle of attack, one of the three was bitten off. Fingers, one was directly bitten into the throat, and the other was more unlucky, and was held away from the companion's side by two enemies holding one leg.

"Help!" The sailor who was dragged out reached out to grab Lothar's ankle and screamed for help. Lothar didn't hesitate too much. He brandished a battle axe and chopped towards the enemy dragging the sailor's right leg, but unexpectedly his opponent first let go of his hands and let the fool's justice slash! Not only that, the enemies who escaped Lothar's attack seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around and picked up something from the casting platform. It was an iron sword that had not been completely built. Seeing this instinctively, Lothar withdrew the tomahawk to prepare for defense, but the enemy with the iron sword did not launch a counterattack. He screamed, holding the sword with both hands and cutting off the poor sailor's left leg from under his knee!

"Ah!" The screaming accompanied by bloodshed changed the atmosphere in the whole workshop. At the same time, the first officer gave up his machete, which he had inserted too deeply, from his opponent's mouth, and instead used both hands to pull away the enemy who was biting on the neck of another sailor, facing the thing. Punched his stomach fiercely! "Wow!" The mixture of blood, stomach acid, and slices of meat that didn't have time to chew came out of the beaten's mouth with this punch, and it just hit the mate's face.

The first officer's sight was obstructed, and he saw that the enemies who had been punched by him had recovered, ready to tear the first officer's throat in order to make a second victim, but the figure of the bobcat came silently behind him The trembling hand raised the dagger and penetrated deeply into the position of the human heart from the back! "Cough! Cluck ..." The stabbed yelled, twisting his arms to grab the sneak attacker behind him, but the Bobcat had already given up the dagger and jumped to where the enemy's arm could not reach. After a few seconds, the groan and violent twisting subsided, and the thing that killed a sailor was also killed, and he fell face down on the floor of the workshop.

"Ah ... ah ..." The sailor, who had been bitten off three fingers, covered his right hand. He wanted to howl but was afraid to attract more enemies. The strange sound made with the throat. "Lynx, take the wounded with you." Losa gritted her teeth, feeling guilty and angry at the consequences of her hesitation. The Bobcat didn't say much. He rushed to Lothar, dragged the arm of the sailor with his broken right leg, and dragged him away from the workshop. The first officer finally cleared the things on his face at this time. He looked at the companion whose throat had been bitten with horror and picked up his scimitar. "What the **** are these!"

"Ghoul ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ or ghoul-like, they are not the same as I have seen." Lothar pointed his chin to the enemy that he hit the forging table, that thing Basically, it still retains the appearance of humans, except that the lips of its mouth are gone, and the exposed teeth and gums have a clear tendency to protrude outward, and it seems that it is changing towards a certain trend.

"Have you dealt with this thing before?" The first officer walked to Lothar's side and helped him to monitor the blind spot of the field of vision. When the Bobcats evacuated the wounded, they were the only two forces left.

"It has been dealt with, the number is much more than these. But the terrain was beneficial to us at that time." Lothar's eyes searched quickly in various shadows, and his brain emerged from the bridge between him and the networm that day in Wangdu. Advantages against a large number of ghouls. At that time, the earl did not hesitate to face the monsters. At that time, his shoulders were not concerned, only responsibilities and obligations.

At this time, the bobcat who had just dragged the wounded out of the door ran back. "No, the bleeding from the broken leg is too much and must be stopped immediately."

"We don't have tools to stop bleeding here," the chief mate said with a frown.

But the Earl looked at the red light looming deep in the workshop and offered different opinions. "No, we have."