Dawn of the Grey Tower

As a demon, what do you need most to survive? Stronger power? Sharper perception? More agile movements and hunting skills?

These may all be useful, and they can also allow you to temporarily survive the harsh environment of the abyss. Believe me, you need them, even indispensable. However, my miserable kind, including me, will make the mistake of mistakenly taking temporarily useful means and abilities as a creed that can be used for the whole life.

I'm not arguing, but we really don't blame us. Anyone who lives in the abyss will be like this. If you have never seen light, darkness will become commonplace, right?

When I first came to this cold world, I never knew what fire was. Well, I’m not saying I’ve never seen fire, or felt fire. That’s too abnormal for demons, isn’t it?

After all, when you breathe out sulfur, those burning and scorching heat are just a matter of course. I mean, before my world cooled down because of that call, I had been living in the fire, and in the fire, there would be no fire.

Everything is like this. If you can't find an object with which to compare, you won't realize what you are actually doing. For example, human suffering is mostly caused after communicating with elves and dwarves.

After communicating with those races with more gifted talents, humans will feel confused and angry. Why can they only survive for such a short period of time, and have to consume that short and poor life into endless maintenance?

So they are unwilling, they are angry, they are sad, they... helpless and finally relieved, comforting themselves short-lived has short-lived benefits, longevity is numb, lacking passion, Barabala, they know what a fart!

Oh, did I just say something? I'm really sorry, if you offend you, please allow me to apologize. But the so-called "you" is nothing more than the object of my self-talk.

Hehe, they don't understand anything, they don't understand elves and dwarves, just like they don't understand demons. Those human beings, especially the mages, think that they understand our race, understand me, and try to turn that understanding into a reliable chain.

Now let's see who is more ignorant? Is it my demon from the eternally burning filthy land, or the ecstatic pink-skinned meat buns on paper made from biological skins and plant remains?

Phew, a little excited. You see, the devil is like this. The place where we were born leaves a fire in our hearts, an eternal fire of the abyss, which provides us with strength all the time, but it also swallows our ability to think.

Before I came to this cold world, I didn't even feel the existence of this fire, but now, the line between me and it is becoming more and more obvious. But the more obvious it is, the more I know that it will not lose to me, and I can't eliminate it, although I can defeat it countless times, as long as it really burns my heart again, I will become that demon again. Damn it.

What’s interesting is that I found that humans actually have abyssal fire in their hearts. Why do they call it? I'm not sure, anyway, as long as those meatballs make a mistake, they say they are controlled by the devil.

Oh, it's true in a sense, because the demons themselves are also controlled by the demons, and we who were born in the land of flames will never be able to restrain like you who were born in the cold world.

This is really frustrating, nothing is more annoying and angry when you find that what you want has a threshold that you will never reach. What's interesting is that I didn't have these thoughts. The longer I stay in this cold world, the more I resemble them.

Still in the abyss, I would never go to jump into a cave where I can't see the outline. That often means death. But not only did I jump now, I actually felt joy and excitement in the process. It was a pervert. I obviously didn’t kill or set ablaze. I just turned into a reptile and followed the gray-robed mage. Investigation only.

This world has magical powers that make demons crazy, absolutely.

"Hiss~"

Snakes are also found in the abyss, but they are larger than here, and their scales are harder and more aggressive. Of course, the snakes in the abyss are not cold-blooded animals, their bodies are flowing with the same flame as mine.

So I don't hate the snakes in the abyss, but I really hate the snakes in this world. They are too cold, like creatures opposite to demons, and they even have to get heat from other places to move.

"You better stay away from me, little thing." I said to the black snake.

It, or she, doesn't need the gray-robed mage to explain that I can also see how a twisted inner body is hidden in that scaly body. On the contrary, this made me feel cordial. There are many similar shapes in the abyss, not even outstanding.

Creatures in this world are too lack of creativity, although their appearance is very delicate and rigid.

"There is only such a big place here, you are taking up too much space." The black snake replied unwillingly. And this little dispute also attracted the attention of the owner of this space, that is, the owner of the shoulder, the cheese.

"Two, let's take a break first. Let's wait until dawn before going out. Anyway, this has been dealt with. I wonder if anyone will come for a while." Cheese said in a deep voice. He sat in a chair and leaned against the wall. , Eyes are slightly closed, tiredness brewing in it.

Tonight's results were enough for the gray robe, and he was very glad that his guess was consistent with reality. But anxiety followed. The Mirror World is a place that makes people uneasy just to hear the name.

"Then you should rest first, this lizard and I will help you watch the night. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has no energy, no ability." After all, Boffis is a mage, and the importance of spirit to the caster, she I understand.

Can't you use your abilities without energy? It's a species that lives under favorable conditions. Demons don’t have this problem. Fatigue is death. We will feel tired only before we die.

But that's right, the same is true for the human before, he often feels tired, and he has to be careful to guard against my attacks. This kind of mental effort should make him live less, right? Oh, fragile. Since that's it, the book should...

The lizard’s eyes looked to the inside of the robe, and the book of might was hung on the leather buckle in front of the cheese rib. Only people like him would add a special book to his robe. organ.

At this time, as the gray robe was gradually dominated by tiredness, he only needed to get the book, and he could destroy it himself. There was no need to ask anyone or help anyone. It's a pity that those boring green eyes have been looking at him.

The lizard and the snake looked at each other for a while, and then Weidao took the initiative to leave the cheese's shoulder and climbed onto the wall. The lizard in the form of a demon got into the light on the wall without any harm. On the contrary, it showed an expression of enjoyment.

In fact, this doesn't really make Wei Dao feel happy, but Huo can always remind him of his identity.