Dawn of the Grey Tower

It's hard to really lighten your feet in such weather conditions, and if you don't tread firmly enough, you'll slip. Cheese can only try his best to let himself go downstream in the direction of the wind, so as to prevent his body from leaving too obvious outline in the rain.

Thankfully, there wasn't much lightning in this storm, and darkness is the best coat for stalkers. The premise is that you are indeed the one who is sneaking.

Cheese didn't want to fall into the trap of tracking the target, so he didn't want to see the source of the sound too eagerly. Even if the target left because of this, it wouldn't be too far away. The closer to success, the more patience he needed.

Hunters will deliberately disrupt the order when advancing, not approaching in a straight line, which is too deliberate and easy to be found. Cheese didn't know what kind of intelligence the Chirps belonged to, and there were indeed mentally handicapped types among the Allosaurus, but such Allosaurus shouldn't be able to bring such a big trouble to the Mother Tree.

In short, as long as the target's intelligence level is comparable to that of a beast, the Grey Robe needs to act with caution. Walking through the viscous mud, stepping on the exposed tree roots, Cheese's body slowly turned against the trunk, and the huge body of the giant tree provided enough natural shelter to make sneaking less difficult.

The source of the noise quickly appeared in front of us, and the rainwater filled the shallow dirt pit, drawing a deep black outline on the ground. From the outline, it looks like a ship, a ship that has fallen heavily from the sky to the ground.

Cheese looked left and right, and repeatedly confirmed that the source of the trace had left several times before approaching the freshly made pit to observe the liquid in it. The shimmer of magic power was projected from the bottom of his eyes, but the reflection was still pitch black, and there was no magic reaction at the bottom or in the water. Reached into the water, took out a little bit, rubbed it dry in the cuff, and put it under the nose that was cold from the humidity.

The smell of rain. Dragon blood is very viscous, and even if the blood in the bodies of those giants is diluted hundreds of times, it will still have a recognizable taste. As for the blood of the Allosaurus, Cheese didn't have much contact with it, so he could only rely on his existing knowledge to make an analogy.

It seems that the other party did not suffer any damage from the whereabouts. But then, the vicious wind above his head struck without warning!

Jump forward, roll over, get up. The rain gear skeleton on his body aggravated the pain, and he couldn't care about it now. He instinctively got up and raised the breath of dawn, intending to use the strong light to buy some time. The imaginary enemy did not appear. The body of Evil Wind was a branch that fell from a high altitude. The thickness of the branch was comparable to that of an ordinary small tree.

Smash marks, fallen branches. Cheese realizes that he may have made a mistake, and that the Millipede may not only walk on the ground without leaving a mark, it may have acquired other mobility that can make up for the loss of wings. The gray robe raised his head and watched a dark blue figure on the branch flashing from the branches of the giant tree in the sky above the raindrops.

That's it, that's it. Cheese is very sure that the shadow he sees is the thousand-footed dragon, and the opponent can not only travel freely in the woods, but also the three-dimensional forest built by giant trees is also its stage. inferior to flying birds.

Even more difficult, flying requires balance, but relying on the focus point to bounce can show more possibilities. If it was during the day and the field of vision was clear, Cheese could partially predict the trajectories of Millipede by virtue of his superior reflexes and computing power. Darkness is a stalker's best tunic, and the same holds true for the Allosaurus, the hunter in the canopy overlooking the grey robes below.

Is this a warning? Or an unsuccessful attack? Cheese can't tell the difference. The target's habits and intelligence are unknown, but knowing how to use the branch to hit the cheese's original position accurately is enough to explain the thousand-footed dragon's use of the environment.

It is not easy to calculate where the branches will fall in the wind and rain. Even if you rely on the intuition of the beast, you need to be careful. Cheese's eyes swept across the dark canopy, and the figure was no longer visible.

For a split second, he wanted to crush the bell and summon his companions to see if he could force the monster to appear. Impulses come and go quickly. Cheese has to consider the consequences of a full-scale war. Now the two sides are still at the stage of keeping a distance and testing each other. Once the battle enters close-quarters combat, the chance for the mage to counterattack will be drastically reduced.

The stalemate means sufficient preparation time for the mage, the spell is constructed in the mind, accompanied by strategies and tactics. As a spell weaver, Cheese has never lacked spellcasting materials, and the pouring rain is enough for him to display his talents, bringing a real and terrifying magic show.

"Huh..." The air flow out of his mouth turned white, and the rainwater that touched it immediately condensed, falling into the puddle and smashed into splashes of ice. Water and ice, flowing and freezing, this is the transformation that the caster from the north has witnessed thousands of times, and it is also his housekeeping skill.

The thin ice **** spreading under the feet slowly formed a closed figure, and the ritual spells that the secret instrument needed to prepare were converted into versions that could be quickly cast on the spot in the hands of Cheese.

Another branch was deliberately dropped and hit the gray robe's location again. But when it got close to a certain distance, an invisible force like a gust of wind distorted the trajectory of the parabola, causing it to fly far to the side. UU reading www. uukanshu. The com circle has been completed, and it will provide effective protection for the mages in it. Mages are generally good at positional warfare. They can transform the environment and turn it into their own fortress, and the way to deal with it is actually very simple.

Wind, go on, rain, go on. The branches were not thrown a third time, and the Allosaurus was not seen. It's gone, and that's the best response to trying to drag the fight into positional warfare, shifting the battlefield.

Cheese stood silent for a moment, believing that the other party had really left. The ice **** at his feet melted instantly, and the magic power dissipated.

"Smart guy." After confirming that the structure of the rain gear on his body was okay, the gray robe didn't stay any longer. He lost track of his target again. With this brief contact, Millipede Dragon must find that as long as he stays in the canopy, the mage on the ground has no good solution. This is indeed the case. There are no footprints, no traces, and even if you want to cast a spell, it is not enough to determine the target. The price of this brief contact is to distance again.

"Jack is right, I can't be a good hunter." Cheese whispered with a wry smile, watching the loss of the target go away is not so easy to ignore. But hunting has to continue, whether to return to repair temporarily, or continue to deepen, this is the question.

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