Dawn of the Grey Tower

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The cheese looked at the people in the room behind him with the afterglow of his eyes when facing the ghoul. He noticed that Koranti's thorns apparently caused more harm to his companions than ghouls with thick skin and flesh. Now neither Amya nor Hill can help him. At the same time, the mage touched his body. The costume under the gray robe was just ordinary shirts and trousers. Although it looked like a decent look, it was still convenient and easy to move. However, if there is anything that can help him in the next battle Something, that is really not there.

"Why? Without the ring and the robe, our great grey robe wizard would have no tricks to use?" Edward noticed the embarrassment of the cheese and sneered. The greatest reliance of the Grey Robe Master is the witch's ring and the grey robe on the body. This is the news from the Wraith. Now it seems that this statement is true, without the help of magic equipment, the wizard has no courage to confront himself, plus the shovel in his hand does not know why he has the ability to break the magic, the confidence of the Ghoul King is unprecedented at the moment Expansion, it suddenly felt that it was not impossible to kill the cheese here and then everyone else in the room.

Master, shook his head. He noticed a change in the opponent's combat attitude, which was not good news. Because the cheese at this time really lacked the capital to fight the enemy head on. In any case, the caster, especially the one like cheese, is very dependent on the advantages of distance. When they have enough space in exchange for casting time, the wizard can play with the enemy between the palms. Of course, not all enemies will run stupidly towards the caster like stumps and become targets, so each mage will have his own way to drag down close enemies to win opportunities, such as the curse once Deformation performed. However, as a wizard who just walked out of learning, the cheese has rarely had the opportunity to fight the enemy without the gray robe. At this time, he found that without this robe, he himself There is no way to resist the attack of ghouls! Very fatal flaw. The cheese said to himself.

Edward would n’t make the cheese think of himself against him indefinitely. The ghoul knows how to fight the caster, that ’s fast, so fast that their speed of thinking ca n’t keep up with the speed of the battle. He can't show his ability. Thinking this, Edward started attacking. How fast does the ghoul attack? This question is difficult to get a quantitative answer, but from the experience that Losa once played with him, a warrior who has undergone combat training and has stood the battlefield can fully keep up with the rhythm of the ghoul attack. However, cheese is not a soldier. Even if his body has a magical increase, this does not mean that he can adapt to the too fast white-blade battle.

"Poof!" The shovel, crossed the right arm, blood gurgled along the tears of the skin under the clothes, staining the wizard's sleeves. Moving the body and letting the less important limbs resist the injury is already the limit that the cheese can do in a hurry. "Haha, it seems that your skin is not as strong as your robe!" The blood, stimulating the ferocity of the ghoul, Edward showed his mouth full of sharp teeth, said half-threateningly and mockingly to the mage in close proximity.

The answer to it was half a mouthful of blood from the cheese open mouth. "Bah!" The ghoul didn't anticipate the mage's movements, and the blood hit the front door of his face impartially, flowing into his eyes. "Bug!" Edward cursed, waving the weapon in his hand toward the mage's position, and of course the cheese had already taken advantage of this short time to shift his position. But having said that, there is not much room for hiding in this room, not to mention Emia they also occupy nearly a quarter of the room, the mage can not hide his madness behind the injured ally. Fortunately, many Edward family ghouls that had been petrified by cheese had an effect at this time, and their bodies were enough to cover the thinner wizards.

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> "Coward! Coward! You're nothing without magic!" The Ghoul King rubbed his eyes with his empty hands and temporarily regained the sight of one eye. It saw that the cheese was no longer in front of him, and after a few thoughts, he guessed that the mage must have hidden behind the stone statue. Edward roared angrily, and his shovel wanted to cut down a stone statue in front of him, but he still hoped that these petrified tribes could come back to life, so he moved halfway and just pushed it away. Such a search is naturally inefficient, without knowing what spells the cheese is preparing, such as the madness of the corpse in the throat, and it simply rushes across the stone statues and walks to the Amyah and others deep in the room. "You don't come out? It doesn't matter. I killed them first. Anyway, you all have to die here today, just change the order."

"Stop!" Hearing this, the cheese immediately stood out from behind the hidden stone statue. The mage's panicked face seemed to fear that Edward would start his companions first. The smell of fear made the ghoul laugh with triumph and ignored it. The cheese was still in the left hand behind the stone statue. "That's right. Obediently stand there, I will let you die, not so painful."

"Isn't it right to say that I have no magic?" The mage's face was full of frustration, as if reflecting on his incompetence. It seems that he has completely given up the desire to fight. "Indeed, I am not good at fighting, and you have taken away my robe. In front of you, I have no chance to cast spells, no chance to make spell-casting gestures ..." The depression continued, but instead began to change from depression to excitement. Edward realized that there was something wrong there, he left and gave up walking, and flew forward to kill the mage directly, but the second half of the cheese still said, "But if there is no chance, there is no chance. Because, I am magic. ! "

"Ah!" The ghoul king's massive body fell on his knees on the ground. It gave up the shovel in his hand, concealed his face with both hands, and made a scream of sorrow. Wisps of dark green smoke floated through the cracks of his fingers, and the blood from the cheese that splashed on Edward turned into a very corrosive strong acid in an instant! This strong acid is enough on the surface of the body, don't forget, in one of Edward's eyes, it is still the blood of the mage. The eroded pain of the eyeballs devastated the ghoul king, causing it to continue to make a terrible roar.

The cheese smiled ~ www.readwn.com ~ His casting was successful. Although the price is that his right arm is also eroded by the strong acid that has been transformed together, so the gas is sour, but the enemy is undoubtedly much worse than himself? The mage stumbled over to the ghoul and picked up the shovel it threw on the ground. Sure enough, the ordinary tomb shovel lingered with a strong but subtle magical breath. This is not the same as the witch hunt knife. The magic on the shovel does not exclude the cheese that is also the caster, so the gray robe mage can pick it up.

The strong acid formed by the blood of the wizard is not only as simple as corrosion, it is one of the most potent anesthetics in the world. Under the influence of blood poison, the cheese had no worries about Edward's decent counterattack. He swung the shovel twice with his left hand, and found that he could use this tool with his own arm strength and then lifted it high, like the executioner who was about to decapitate the prisoner. The master who is proficient in anatomy knows that from here, he can easily cut off the other person's head.

"Tell me the Soul Keeper, have you thought about how to build your own cemetery?" After that, there will be no answer to the question, the weapon in the hands of the cheese is cut off violently! Exclamation, exclamation from Amyah and others, what are they exclaiming? Did the mage use such cruel means to complete his revenge? Still surprised by the sharpness of that ordinary shovel? Or, surprised by the claw of the ghoul who caught the shovel ...

"The Soul Keeper does not need a cemetery, we are immortal!"