Dawn of the Grey Tower Chapter 395

Oops. This was the thought of the cheese after seeing the Earl of Montenegro fighting, and he remembered at this time that Lothar had no previous experience of fighting the undead, and this was very fatal. Many people treat the undead as creatures that do not need flesh and blood to drive. This is a common-sense reasoning. They believe that those zombies and skeletons should also have some kind of "critical" as they were when they were alive, and they should be treated to some extent. After the injury, he stopped and turned into a corpse. But in fact, the undead are called undead because they are no longer restricted by the natural laws of life and death, and they jumped out of so-called common sense. You cannot kill a dead person because he is already dead. This is what Clark said in the Grey Tower course when he described the existence of the undead to the students.

Sure enough, when Lothar thought he had defeated his opponent and was ready to rescue the werewolf, the broken skeleton behind him stood up again in the blue firelight, and this time, the bodies of both skeletons had With different levels of reinforcement, the bones crushed by the Earl's attack were replaced with more solid limbs. As for the weird and uncoordinated appearance, they obviously did not care. This is where the undead is most troublesome. A stronger adult is enough to knock down a skeleton, but the skeleton will climb up again and again, sniffing fear like a tarsal maggot to find its own target. Generally speaking, there is only one thing that can stop the undead, sunlight. Even, according to the study of an adult apprentice in the Ash Tower who has obtained the emblem, even the sunlight has only destroyed the body of the undead, and their existence still lingers in this world.

"Maggots that blaspheme for life." The cheese cursed, gritting his teeth. The reason why he is so angry is that compared with lich, vampires and other self-subjective undead, those souls that have been turned into skeleton drive devices have no choice at all. It is one thing to voluntarily choose your own existence and pay for it, but it is another matter to force others to transform the form of existence. This is why the wizards who study necromantic spells are not popular even in the dark.

Having said that, the mage can do very little now, and he has no way to rescue these sad souls, nor can he remind the danger behind Lothar. why? Should n't magic be omnipotent? Why, I am so powerless? The power, awakened by the call, under the red flame, the skin of the cheese exudes strange colors, and a large number of chain-shaped patterns appear on and around his body. It only takes a little, the spell when I come to Iron Fort again, this time I must ...

"Oh!" The loud wolf howled through the crypt. The sound was so loud that even the ghouls who fought in the cemetery stopped in amazement and killed each other, looking at the crypt suspiciously. Entrance. It was this howl that interrupted the changes in the mage, the colors and chains quickly disappeared, and the cheese's thoughts returned to normal. Everyone's eyes were on the person who made the noise, Jack. The wolf walker's body has changed into seven points like a wolf, only his legs bound by white bones still maintain the human shape. This beast with brown hair stared at the Earl of Montenegro, to be precise the two skeletons behind him. Lothar's heart was looked at by the dark green eyes of the giant wolf, but he didn't wait for him to ask why the wolf walker howled at himself, and a gust of wind interrupted everything.

Should there be wind in the crypt? The answer is of course no, in fact, ghouls are a species between life and death, they can not have to breathe air for a whole day, so ventilation is not necessary for them. Although there are some ventilation holes in this crypt, in order to blow away the **** smell, they must not cause such a gentle wind. The gust of wind seemed to have its own consciousness, blowing in through the entrance of the crypt, all the way to the deepest space. It brushed the cheeks of everyone in the team like the hands of loved ones, and seemed to cheer them on. If this is just an unusual wind, then it 's okay, but whether it 's a cheese or a lich, they are aware of what else is mixed in the wind, something that should be called by the wolf howling.

The "click" guess was quickly confirmed, and when the wind stopped, the bones in the crypt began to make strange sounds. It sounds like bones will only come out when they explode at high temperature. Soon, in the red flame zone controlled by the cheese, two bodies stand up from the ground, and two skull wolves. "Wolf Witch." The mage whispered, through the magic vision, he could vaguely see the connection between these two bone wolves and Jack, they are the wolf-like souls in response to the call, relying on the broken bones on the ground, for Their summoners fight.

After shaping the body, the two wolf souls rushed to the skull behind Lothar. Although their bodies are not as strong as the soldiers carefully prepared by the lich, they are different from the unintentional skulls. The memory and abilities that exist at times. So these two skull wolves quickly fought with the enemies behind Lothar, but it seems that all they can do is to entangle their opponents. The strange stone armor can't help even Hern's hand. Not to mention wolf claws that are also bone.

"This is really surprising. A wolf witch who has just awakened? It seems that today is indeed not my lucky day." The lich's voice said in a hurry, and the lower jaw of the skull on the sermon opened and closed slightly. It's just that this strange appearance and the voice that has lost emotions make it difficult for people to judge the emotional color of it when it speaks. "However, this is really disappointing me. Mr. Cheese, did you come to this day by virtue of this continuous coincidence? If so, there is nothing remarkable about the wizards of the Grey Tower."

"I never felt that I was proud of being from the Grey Tower." The cheese calmed down after seeing Lothar out of danger. "Everyone has the limit of his ability, even the Gray Robes No exception. Being saved or saving others, this is the world. I fight with people I trust, I fight with people I respect, I fight with people I cherish to fight, you are like this The existence of "!" As the mage's tone gradually became more intense, the orange-red flames he controlled also burned violently, and they expanded outward violently, trying to replace the blue fire. At the same time, the three bright lines of fire also extend from the red flame to the feet of the three knights.

"Maybe in order to maintain the fire, I can't shoot directly, but I believe my companion, they will cut off your head!" The mage knelt on the ground and put his right hand into the pile of bones, the robe on his body seemed to be in the wind Fluctuating violently, the magic light radiated from his eyes even surpassed the two flames. As the Crow mocked, the cheese is indeed not a qualified wizard. He is too unreserved when using power, and often causes his lamp to dry up after casting a spell. However, it may be because the cheese believes that after he falls, there will still be enough reliable companions around him to protect his body.

The power of the mage poured into the knights' body along the flames ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ All their pains were swept away at this moment, the energy lingering between the muscles gave people the illusion of breaking everything. Atticus did a backflip to avoid the attack of the skeletal skeleton behind him, and the iron in his hand split it in half from top to bottom! "Oh, it feels like I haven't been since I was thirty." The old knight took a sword flower and moved his neck. He stepped forward, and the right hand holding the sword protruded like a poisonous snake. The whole body stretched like a straight line. The speed of this sword even gave a trance illusion. The skull in front of him hadn't reacted yet, and was pointed by the sword through the ribs and hit the spine. Get up, close the sword, clean. Atticus didn't even look at the stabbed enemy again. After he walked past the skeleton, the skeleton's spine started from the point stabbed by the sword, and the whole bone cracked out of the cracks. Then with a soft bang, it shattered completely!

On the other side, Heather, who was originally disturbed by the countless arms connected to the spine of the snake-shaped skull, also launched a counterattack after being blessed. The blonde hair of the horsewoman flicked in the air, dragging her fiery tail smoke. Unlike Attic's precise swordsmanship, getting along with Duke Hammer allowed Heather to incorporate dwarven skills in battle. She faced several arms and did not choose to raise her sword or evade the edge. The knight rushes forward while turning her back to the enemy! She used her slender body to pass through the gap of the attack and entered the dead end of the attack of this snake-shaped skull. Since there was no witch-hunting knife in hand, Heather could not cut off the enemy's body directly like Lothar and Atticus, so she put the knight's sword horizontally and patted the blue fire bones with the spine ridge. "Click!" The sword spine under the great force successfully smashed the bones, but the price was that the sword was folded into two, and the one-handed sword in the knight's hand was less than half the original length.

The situation seems clear.

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