Dawn of the Grey Tower

At first, the tree hole was very narrow, and the thin body like a cheese could barely pass through. Because he was pulled by the collar, the mage entered the tree hole with his head in front. Fortunately, he blocked his hands in front of his head in time to prevent the protruding rocks or roots in the tree hole from hitting his head. Even so, this tree hole is not a comfortable passage. The mage ’s body quickly felt painful numbness due to various shocks. He was sure that if it were not protected by the gray robe, he had already found it on his body. No complete piece of flesh.

Even though the gray robe was able to escape the punishment of thousands of knives, this kind of passage in the narrow passage made people feel uncomfortable. Mainly speed, the speed is too fast. Although the cheese couldn't accurately calculate how long he had advanced after being pulled into the tree cave, it was definitely a short distance and a distance that should not have appeared in a small cave like a tree cave. You know, the ordinary tree hole, the next nest of badgers that can live in it is already the limit. A larger one can accommodate a brown bear that is not so big, and the cheese is now experiencing like a big snake. The digestive tract is as long and twisted, making it impossible to speculate its end from the inside. Just when the mage was going to do something to forcibly get rid of this state, he fell into a mass of things.

The grass and the slight rancid smell suggest that the cheese is not a bump to the ground, but a large mass of leaves accumulated here. Pure leaves, no branches or other things. The mage whose arms were not fully recovered struggled for a moment before lifting his head from the pile of fallen leaves. From the upper position behind his back, that is, the position of the tree hole where he fell, the sun rushed out of the hole and regained comfort Unfolding its invisible body illuminates this dim underground space. Sunlight shouldn't be able to shine in, because that tree hole is so twisty and roundabout, unless it is because of magic.

Of course it is because of magic, but this is the place where the gray robe resides. Regardless of the field of research, the gray robe has the most basic spell-casting ability and knowledge. For most of the casters, the talents trained by the Grey Tower are all-rounders, and can even be said to be all-round. This includes how to quickly transform a naturally formed tree hole into a stronghold for the caster to operate. The simple magic set in the tree hole is just the beginning. Here is another form of mage tower.

Whether it is a mage tower or other forms of caster strongholds, all magic training will warn their apprentices not to start on other people ’s sites. Just like a farmer who is preparing to take a bow and crossbow and hide behind branches and leaves, he can shoot an unguarded knight with one arrow. On other people's sites, the reliability of all the so-called defensive magics is questioned.

So does the other party have to do it on their own? It is better to say that he has already started. With a slight smile on the corner of the mouth of the cheese that thought about it, he glanced at the pile of fallen leaves, searching for the arm that pulled him here, the arm was already waiting for him quietly outside the leaves. When the cheese saw the arm, the index finger of that hand stopped tapping the ground, as if the impatient waiter finally got the attention. This humanized action began to interest the mage, because he knew that this arm did not belong to Dionysus, and Dionysian would not control it to do such things.

Rising from the blades, the leaves obediently slipped from the gray robe, and none of them stuck to the robe. The footsteps of the cheese are somewhat staggered, without the assistance of arms, and the balance of the human body is not so stable. Fortunately, the ground under the dead leaves is flat and hard. Although it is not stone, the soil is obviously rammed. This made the mage feel more curious. He didn't understand the significance of the effort of his fellow students to build such a hideout. This curiosity urged him to keep up with the arm that began to crawl deep into the cave.

This picture looks rather weird, doesn't it? The dim light is projected from the tree cave, illuminating the underground space. Above the cave, the roots of the soil and the roots of other plants can be seen, and some insects and other small animals living here are disturbed. Scattered and fled, and some even ran into the cobwebs in the corner. The main part of the picture is a man in a gray robe followed by a tattooed arm crawling on his fingers. But here is just the porch of the cave.

Following that arm, the cheese quickly entered the main part of the cave. Interestingly, although there was no obvious large hole, the sun was still shining from the top of the tree roots sticking out of the wall, thinking that those roots were unintentional A small hole was opened in the building, which was later used by the builders here to make such a lighting method.

Behind the porch, there is a laboratory, which is very in line with the construction habits of the gray robe. No matter what conditions are set up, the gray robe will make the construction of their laboratory particularly suitable, even in the tree hole. Unlike the porch is just rammed earth, the ground and walls here are made of grass stems and mortar walls, with a faint atmosphere of magic. The tree roots protruding into the laboratory have been transformed into natural supports and hooks. There is even a small spring on the side wall of the laboratory to provide clean running water ~ www.readwn.com ~ Here is what the cheese imagines It is not the same, there is no strong **** or corrupt smell, nor can you see the body transformed into a corpse creature or the failed waste. It's very clean here, and the people who clean it must be very careful. The guiding arm didn't stay in the laboratory. It climbed straight to a door inside, saying it was a door, but it was a fence made up of several truncated tree roots. With a little force, the fence would be I opened it myself, and there was no such thing as a door lock on both sides. But it was such a door. As soon as it opened, a strong pungent odor came out of the door, a complex smell of cheese that was familiar but could not be described.

Walking into it, this is the end of the whole tree hole and the master's bedroom. The difference is that there are neither beds nor any furniture for rest. There are only a few thick roots hanging down from the roof, and these roots converge to the center of the room. One of the thinner roots naturally extends into the skin behind the neck and the people who are wrapped around by the roots. The spine is intertwined. The man raised his head slowly. His face was thin, but he was still healthy. His long uncut hair and beard grew indiscriminately to cover most of his face, only revealing the eyes that shone magically.

"You are here. Long time no see."

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