Dawn of the Grey Tower

Darkness soon struck, covering the town like night. The difference is that after this night, there will be no more light to illuminate the land. Everything fell silent, splintered, disintegrated, disappeared into nowhere. Cheese closed his eyes at the moment the transmission started, and he was feeling the trace of blood belonging to the gray robe in the bodies of the townspeople.

Compared with hair, the amount of blood used is more controllable and less likely to be discovered, and Cheese doesn't want to make himself half-bald in order to plant beacons. In his perception, the people under his feet were like red spots of light, which were engulfed by some kind of magic, and then appeared not far away.

Interestingly, although in Cheese's sense, the people who were teleported away did not move far, but in vision and other perceptions, the whereabouts of the engulfed residents could no longer be found. This subtle quality revealed to him the first fundamental principle of operation here.

If it was cheese in the past, one rule might not be enough to unlock the secrets hidden here, but for today's gray-robed mage, a key is enough to open a lock.

He didn't even look at how the surrounding environment changed, but just stood there quietly, feeling the movements of the residents. Some of these residents were obviously unlucky, and were sent to dangerous environments or around some terrible creatures, and the bloodshots that merged into their bodies quickly dissipated invisible. Others are luckier, they are still alive, and continue to collect information for the gray robe.

The more information there is, the more accurate the key in Cheese's hand.

"Gululu!"

The whispers of wild beasts sounded in the mage's ears, and if he opened his eyes, he would see a group of motley wolves with scorpion tails and six eyes grinning around him. These animals are dangerous beasts in certain parts of the world, stalking the wilderness waiting to devour any prey they please.

The most amazing thing is that these wolf-shaped creatures sometimes take the initiative to let go of their prey, and create the illusion that they have not found the target. This leads humans to mistakenly believe that the areas they occupy are safe to pass through, and being besieged is just bad luck. Trading in this era is gambling. The more dangerous a trade route is, the higher its value will be.

So even if someone is aware of the tricks of these beasts, after all, they still can't stop the people who are holding the last fight to step into the wasteland one after another, and the occasional survivors magnify this fluke mentality.

Unfortunately, cheese is not a businessman. He was more to be feared than the cunning profiteers, than their guards with their armor and swords, and even the wilderness. He is a gray-robed mage, which means that even if he doesn't want to read it, he still has a way to let this group of hungry beasts know what regret is.

A life-like shadow emerged from under the gray robe, and the roars of various ferocious beasts continued to be heard from within. Those voices came from all the beasts that Cheese had seen, and this shadow was to some extent the embodiment of his impression of ferocious beasts.

Wild beasts are often afraid of more terrifying beasts. So the wolves with weird shapes looked at each other, and finally chose to retreat. This is their wilderness. Although humans have not seen this kind of prey for many years, there is still a lot of edible food in the entire space, a lot... is it?

The familiar world disappeared in an instant, and the multi-eyed wolves found out with horror that their familiar environment was rapidly dissipating, and the source of everything was that weird gray human. These beasts realized the seriousness of the matter with wisdom, and attacked the cheese again in fear and anger. Three wolves jumped up from the left, and two wolves attacked from the right.

There are also a few located at the front and back, to divert the attention of prey. However, in the next second, the wolf on the left collided with the wolf on the right, each other's canine teeth deeply clenched each other's skin, and blood with a familiar smell flowed out. Their target is gone.

The disappearing cheese felt a familiar touch, not the grass, not the soil, but the cold and friendly gray stone bricks. Cheese opened his eyes and got up slowly. His surroundings returned to the original appearance of the gray tower, but in his swirling left eye, there were densely packed bubble-like things floating in the entire gray tower.

Every bubble is a cage, equivalent to what he has experienced before. From time to time, one bubble will approach the other, or merge into one, or one will burst, which also corresponds to what happens between different cages.

Needless to say, to be able to return to the real gray tower, the cheese has undoubtedly penetrated the essence of these cages. It's just that he doesn't yet have the ability to create bubbles, which involves a higher level of magic, and requires a lot of research to crack it.

So what he can do now is to push the cages with his own blood marks closer and separate them from other cages, so that the descendants of the thundercloud giants are more likely to meet each other and form a group again. As for further interference and protecting their safety, it's not that the cheese doesn't want to do it, but that he really can't do anything.

After solving the problems of those residents, the cheese began to carefully shuttle between the cages, UU reading www.uukanshu.com He avoided every bubble, because as long as he accidentally touched it, he would re-inhale himself into it . This matter is not easy, especially when cheese has almost no other spellcasting ability when maintaining the spell of the left eye, so it has to be extra careful.

But even so, his moving speed is much faster than before, the transfer between bubbles is irregular, no one knows which one these spheres will contact, and they can even pass through walls and floors , floating in space ignoring obstacles.

It is not realistic to want to reach a specific position through these bubbles. Unless someone has insight into their laws like cheese, and finds a way to control the direction of the cage in the bubble.

Cheese walked back to the stairs, and a choice appeared in front of him. Should we go down to the original destination and look for the lost Cursed Crow and Sleeper along the way, or should we go up and adopt the same strategy as White Dwarf to ask Anlina why?

This choice may not matter, or it may matter. Gray Robe raised his head and watched a huge bubble float past him. The strong magic reaction inside indicated that a fellow sect should be imprisoned in it.

There are similar things floating up and down the spiral staircase that runs through the gray tower. This scene makes the stone tower on the wasteland more magical.

At this moment, a strong light suddenly erupted on the lower floor of the tower.

https://

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . Mobile version reading website: