Dawn of the Grey Tower

The shells shattered one after another in collisions, and the dream catcher nets hanging on the eaves also began to blacken and shrink, as if corroded by some strong acid. Lothar couldn't count how many times he was knocked down and how many times he got up again. Maybe hundreds of times? Maybe only a few times, but these few times feel as long as hundreds of times. This is a hopeless battle, and the count knows this very well. The plan to remove the networm failed. The battle axe in his hand could indeed cause damage to the enemy, but it only caused damage. The witch hunt knife was not a weapon forged to fight against demons. It could not prevent it from growing out of the wound. With new ugly limbs, there is no way to launch a sufficiently fatal attack on the evil demon. After all, it is still a question whether such a demon exists or not. Compared with the demon, Lothar's body is already critical.

The left hand is broken. Although the right arm was barely able to pick up the battle axe, the feeling of bone cracking reminded Lothar that every movement of his might make his arm bone stick out of the flesh due to misalignment. His ribs also broke, and the count was not sure how many broken, but there must be more than one. He can only hope that the broken rib position is not too fatal, so as not to pierce his internal organs when he dodges. The only good news is that so far, Lothar ’s legs are still intact, and thanks to these complete legs, because as long as his speed and footsteps are slightly wrong, the demon ’s attack will make the body of the crossbow on the spot collapse.

"Ah ..." the cry in the hut was much smaller. This is not a good sign. Lothar knows how dangerous it is to give birth. In his understanding, all births should be accompanied by doctors and maids. Although the count also knew that more ordinary people did not have such conditions when pregnant women gave birth, but even so, the news that a noble lady died of dystocia circulated among nobles every once in a while. He did not know how long the normal delivery time was, but now it is undoubtedly too long.

You do n’t have to go wrong. The anger has long receded in a series of hits, and no one can maintain high anger for a long time, even those who are called mad warriors. This is why people in some places will eat poisonous mushrooms with hallucinogenic effects before the battle, because the anger will sooner or later disappear as the physical energy is consumed. So the key is what to do after the anger has receded. Now it is a perseverance that supports Rosa to continue to fight. That did not come from a certain belief or belief, because in fact, now he can't think and remember too clearly. This kind of perseverance comes from normal training and almost instinct dogma, and stereotypes are sometimes not completely bad.

It's just that the perseverance and perseverance do not know how long it will last. Lothar's breathing had long been disturbed, his chest undulating irregularly, and his throat sounded like an old and broken bellows. Even when fighting the Sharktooth Siren in the underground space, Lothar did not fall into such a situation. Of course, at this moment, the Earl had not yet reached the point of nowhere, or he thought he had the last hole card in his hand, that was death. As long as you can enter the living dead state, physical strength, fighting spirit, and injuries that were once in the seabed cavity, it will no longer be a problem. But the key is who knows what will happen after this death. Admittedly, his agreement with the destination is still valid. However, even Ms. Tidal can abandon the raging sea monster who has served him for so many years. Why should the Lord of Lords move over and over again to accompany him as a little mortal? If he chose to die too recklessly, but could not be resurrected as a result, then everything is really over.

"Boom!" Moray's body hit the ground with a dull sound, and several shells shattered under this powerful force. There are not many shells left. "It's close at hand." "It's ours!" "I want to eat with that woman, I haven't eaten pregnant women yet!" The demons' heads said excitedly, and no one on this beach could Stop them, and at this dawn, nothing outside this beach can't get close to it. Frustration Bay, there is no second witch hunt knife.

"Ah!" Lothar roared, rushing towards the multi-headed monster near the hut with a weak right hand like a madman, and driven the right arm through the swing of the body to swing the tomahawk. "Boom!" The palm soaked in his blood slipped at the moment of the force, and the blade of the axe slipped away from the demon's flesh, and the Count hit the monster's body with one head and then was bounced down. Lothar's right hand showed a twisted shape, and the crack in the bone was finally completely broken, and the justice of the fool released his hand and fell into the sand a few steps away.

ended. Lothar knew this. He has used all means and has done all the hard work he can. But after all, he was a mortal, not a hero of the half-human and half-god in mythology, nor a wizard who controlled the mysterious power, no gods whispered victory in his ear, and no natural spirit would stand up for him. All he can rely on is the battle axe in his hand. Now, Tomahawk also left him. Powerless, unwilling, Lothar roared with his head roaring wildly, trying to attract the attention of the morays, even if only one noticed, maybe the networms would be safer for a moment. But demons are cruel, and their cruelty is to make people tortured ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ As long as Lothar's left arm was broken, those monsters no longer actively attack him, which is intentional.

In the sway of his sight, Lothar suddenly saw something falling on the sand near his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly to see that it was a whistle, which seemed to be what Sahe had put him before. The material of the whistle looks like a bone, with some words and symbols engraved on it that he cannot understand. The earl didn't think the whistle could do much, but perhaps the sound it made would attract the demon's attention more than shouting. So he used his last strength to move his body, stuck out his tongue and contained the whistle like a mouth, and then blew all the remaining air in his lungs!

"!"

There was no sound, maybe it was broken. Lothar thought subconsciously. A huge black shadow jumped over him, hitting the already fragile enchantment. Finally, one of the last three shells shattered, and the entire enchantment collapsed. The demon smiled high, preparing to enjoy its long-awaited feast. But at this time, a huge shadow like a castle rushed from the direction of the sea and directly hit the demon's trunk! The moray, which had pointed its big mouth at the roof, was knocked down by this intrusive force, and it was seen that the distance of less than three steps from the hut became an insurmountable gap.

"Do not!"