Dawn of the Grey Tower Chapter 441

The king of Cangshi, if there is no accident, is also the last member of the royal family of Hearn, at the expense of his own soul and other terms, in exchange for the temporary calmness of your heart. This is not to say that the devil informed the king of the situation in the molten iron city, and he did not even mention the news that the brown robe of the earth mother had infiltrated underground. Everything is Sigt 's own judgment and decision. When the calm former adventurer heard the news of the collapse of the Molten Iron City, he had already made his best plans. The king who is familiar with Andre knows that the dwarf 's defense will not give the enemy an opportunity. The bad news of Molten Iron City can only prove that this battle has been manipulated by something hiding in a darker place. They may be cultists. Perhaps it was a force that was extremely dissatisfied with the existence of Duke Hammer, but regardless of the true identity of those guys, Siegert believed that they could not really knock down the persevering to stubborn dwarves.

Just give Andrea some time, he can definitely clean up the mess. This kind of trust in his companions has been rooted in the king's heart for many years. Out of this trust, he knew that what he needed to do was to fight for the dwarves for this period of time. The devil's trade has always been full of traps, but it has always been the most timely life-saving straw, not to mention that the trades are not the devil itself. The name behind them, the broker, Sigter has never heard of. Of course, Wang Zhe thought about whether the broker was the one behind the cheese that caused chaos in Cangshi, and he had reason to believe that the accuracy of this guess was above 70%. But what about that? Even if you know that all this is caused by the broker, in the face of the crisis that the whole country has been destroyed, what can he even the Sigute the devil? The saddest thing about mortals is not that they have limited abilities, but that they know they have limited abilities. When the degree of conspiracy exceeds the power, sword and even magic can be involved, surrender becomes the only way.

Sigter's experience was sympathetic. He was a good king, but he was born out of season. In contrast, Mu's situation is equally sad, but it can't be empathized. After all, not everyone has the experience of fanatical worship of evil gods, right?

The quiet and quirky corridor in the underground of Molten Iron City, this quiet and the rumbling sound that has been coming from the depths of the crypt have a strong contrast. The dwarf and the elves around him consciously gripped the weapon in their hands. . The demon walked beside Andre, and his calm eyes could not see through the darkness because of the lack of magic fire energy. Fortunately, the elves are used to the dense forest at night. Like the dwarves, they have a higher adaptability to the dark environment than humans. But this does not mean that the son of the forest likes to reach the top of the cave that he can reach with his hand above his head. This kind of depression makes the elves feel very uncomfortable.

Mulros covered the wound on his left shoulder, where Atwood's treatment was tied with thick leaves and rattan. The stubborn general refused to absent from the operation because of the injury. Although Lyon's defeat in a duel gave him some impressions of these goslings, he still could not hide the hatred in his eyes as he scanned the dwarf's back. The anger that has been going on for a long time cannot be dissipated overnight. This old elf is quite clear, so when in action, the green staff always pretends to be drunk between the dwarf and Mallows, in order to remind the establishment of this younger covenant that they are now teammates standing on the same front.

"I can guarantee that even the quietest forests will not be like this." Perhaps to revitalize the atmosphere, Atwood whispered. Although the old elf had turned down the volume very low, the completely silent space still let everyone hear his words.

"It wasn't like this when we fled here." Duke Hammer nodded in favor. "You see, the traces on the ground are old. As few exits to the ground, it shouldn't be like this. Even if you do n't mention anything else, those mice should n't be so peaceful. They should have smelled the smell and troubled us. ”

"Maybe they understand that they are not opponents of the sons of the forest, and avoided them early." Muluos said disdainfully. He and his army met the Ratmen along the way, and those beasts that acted instinctively were obviously not elf rangers Opponent. In fact, if it weren't for a large-scale fight against the Ratmen, the elven hunters' experience with field operations makes them almost the best hunters. Compared to the bulkiness of human infantry, elves can easily strangle and kill a considerable number of enemies. Rather than using one 's own life in exchange for the life of an enemy like a human warrior, such a method of combat may achieve more brilliant results, but the cost is never small.

"They are not so smart. I think there must be something underground to deter these hungry monsters." Atwood shook his head. He put his right hand on the ground, and his left hand temporarily put down a wooden cane and extended his index and middle fingers to press. Hold your forehead. Although his eyes were tightly closed, a faint green light still appeared from under his eyelids, giving a wonderful feeling. "No creatures here can respond to me. They either left or were scared to speak out. We have to speed up. No matter what happens here, I don't want it to continue." The elf finished picking up the wooden stick. Leading the team to trot forward quickly, his footsteps were steady, and he couldn't see the drunk state before.

Andre and Karus glanced at each other, nodded, and then pulled their legs to catch up with the green staff. The other elves also speeded up after Mlos ordered. They walked through the tunnel in a familiar way. The strange thing is that the upward path is always difficult to walk, but once you decide to go down, the speed is like Free fall is just as fast.

Through the cracked metal walls, Andrea recognized that the texture of these walls was exactly the material he used in the center of the sewer. The defensive runes on the broken frame made the dwarf's heart skip. "Damn it." He cursed in a low voice, guessing that the worst had happened. He and the team next to him were about to encounter a waking heart ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ They had no chance of winning, and the dwarf would use his hammer Swear absolutely nothing.

A group of people turned the corner and appeared in front of them, a huge room that was filled. Honestly, because this space has been filled up to almost 99%, no one can be sure how big it was originally. But even so, the area of ​​the metal objects that appeared in front of everyone with a twisted face was enough to withstand the gate of the castle.

"Hiss!" Everyone took a breath of breath when they saw the metal covered with strange patterns and wrapped in countless painful twisted limbs. They were so surprised that there would be such a twisted creation in this world, and even the hand that had been put on the grip had forgotten to pull out the weapon in the waist.

"Year of Heart." The dwarf called out the names of things in front of him with a painful expression on his face. The words "Nightmare Come True" suddenly appeared in his mind. It's over, everything is over.

"Wait, is that something amiss?" Karus squeezed the few wisps of fire left in his body and lit his eyes. He knew the horror of this thing, but the inner peace kept him from giving up the observation of subtle things. "It, motionless, is this normal?"

The demons are not the dwarves, nor Atwood or other elves. A figure who had previously climbed down in front of the ghostly heart slowly stood up and said in his hoarse and crazy voice, "Of course, not normal." ...

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