Dawn of the Grey Tower

"You are late." Curse said standing in the alley. He turned his back on the demons coming out of the dark, which was a very dangerous act, but the spellcaster felt that Karus seemed to be different from the demons he knew. There is no denying that this guy with eyes on fire is a very deadly assassin, but light alone is no way to become a friend of the Duke of the Hammer, so there must be something else attractive in Karus.

"Sorry, the dwarf's temper is worse than what I remember. It seems that the aristocratic life of these years has made his dwarf temper even stronger." The demon shrugged, and the red lines on his body were twisted. "It's you, don't you plan to find a reliable helper? I heard that there are always a few reliable guards around you wizards, or do you prefer to use corpses?" His tone sounded curious.

Curse crowed his lips, this movement was not seen by Krus behind him. "I don't need escort, no one is more reliable than myself. And," he said, turning his head to look at the Devil, "I also believe you won't let me be killed, right?"

"Hey, you guys are really like me." Karus walked over to the spellcaster and looked down at each other. "Then follow me closely, and if you fall behind, I can't guarantee your safety." "The demonic smile showed a fearful smile, showing his mouth full of sharp teeth.

Karus finished, and walked deep into the alley, where there was a wooden door, but the door did not lead to a room, it led to the underground. As the demonic opened the wooden door, a stench came out of it. This smell made the curse subconsciously cover his mouth and nose.

"Are you sure?" The spellcaster's voice sounded funny. However, the expression on his face showed that he was serious, and if not necessary, the magnificent gray robe wizard crow would not enter the sewer of a city.

"Overnight captured this city? Even a person like me who knows nothing about war knows that it is impossible. Andrea was the one who cast it here!" Compared with the curse crow, the demons don't care much about this smell Taste, compared to the purgatory he has experienced, the sewer environment can even be called comfortable.

"Since the fortress cannot be broken from the outside, there is only the internal destruction. However, the city is not as infected by the plague as the Iron Fort, and it has the ability to accommodate a sufficient number of ratmen, only the launching system." The teacher followed the words of the Demon Race. Of course he understood these truths, otherwise he would not come here with Karus. It's just that, trying to let go of the hand that covers the nose and mouth, the mandrake still can't adapt to the smell.

The demonic rolled his eyes. In desperation, he reached out and pulled out something from the cloth bag wrapped around his waist, and threw it into the hands of the curse. It looks like it should have been a mask, but this mask now only has the part under the nose. From the fracture, the whole mask seems to have been torn in half by great force.

"Wear it. You will feel better."

The conjurer can feel the magic on this mask. Obviously this item has been disastrously destroyed. Its original role has not been traced, but the remaining magical energy can still separate the wearer from the bad odor in the air. Come.

"Thank you." The Crow used his own means to confirm that there were no traps in this mask and thanked him. It is strange to say that the rough-looking mask was naturally attached to his skin after being put on the spellcaster's face, and the curd crow himself could not feel the mask at all.

"Come on when you're ready. There's not much time." The Demon Racer took the lead by grabbing the ladder in the wooden door and crawled into the sewer of Molten Iron City.

Curse crow looked at the sewer hole, looked at the robe of his robe, shook his head, and took off the gray robe to reveal the clothing inside. He didn't want to stain this important robe. At the end of entering the sewer, the spellcaster assuredly confirmed that the mask would not fall off by itself, and finally followed Karus into the darkness.

In this era, most or almost all human towns do not have such a sewer system. After all, no one will dig a complete underground system and maintain them regularly before building a city. But Molten Iron City is indeed not in this column. As a race that grows in caves, the dwarves are very aware of how terrible waste can become. If a dwarf fortress has no supporting drainage system, it will quickly Will become a huge beast.

Grand Duke Hammer inherited the tradition of their race, he built the city, so he also built an underground world to match. Molten Iron City has a lot of underground space, and even the workers who were instructed to build this underground system once thought that the Grand Duke would build his capital into an underground city. Even though the residents of Molten Iron City are now hundreds of times old, they are huge and complicated The sewer still has no meaning of being overwhelmed.

"I think I must have stepped on something." Curse crowed and complained. The sticky feeling under his boots made the curseist unwilling to think about what he stepped on.

Karus didn't speak. He walked in front of the mantra and led the latter through the underground pipelines where carriages can travel. ~ Www.readwn.com ~ The demons seem to be very familiar with the environment here.

"Have you been here before?" The spellcaster naturally saw that Karus wasn't walking in the sewer for the first time. He was curious why the guy had entered this place for any reason.

"I'm used to grasping every detail of where I am." Shen Sheng said. Of course, Crow did n’t believe that the “details” in Karus ’s mouth meant that he got into a city ’s sewage system, but his familiarity with the other party made him unable to find reliable inferences for a while. The conjurer maliciously suspected that the guy was able to move silently in the dark because he was transferred through these underground passages.

"Careful." The demon drew a handful of curses lightly, and not far away, with the sound of a stream of water, something rushed down from above the pipe, splashing some foul viscous liquid. The spellcaster swore that he would never want to know what was splashing on his boots.

"We are in the living area now, and we must always be careful of these 'gifts' that fall from the sky." Karus made a quotation mark movement with both hands. Although the range of curses in the dark was not large, he still saw the gloating smile on the other side.

I hope I won't press this guy's face into those things on the ground before going out. The conjurer thought.