Dawn of the Grey Tower

The rain hit the front edge of the hood, pushing down the thick fabric edge. The cold air couldn't be blocked, and as the hip-horse horse ran along the gap into the gap between clothing and body. Hill doesn't like long-distance travel, especially this horse-riding trip. Even in the dementor group, she has passed the age that can be called a girl. Now, as the leader of the entire group, she prefers to deal with various affairs in the dark hall. But the current action is not her decision. Since the service is beside the witch in red, the dementor leader has no way to defy her wayward master. Moreover, Hill did not contradict this trip, just because she had a mysterious traveling companion.

"You shaved your beard?" The female doctor glanced at the man riding around. He looked like he was in his forties or forties. The iron-gray beard had only one knuckle length, which is of course to ordinary people. It would be as if he was accumulating, but Hill, who had seen him before, used the word scraping.

Roland raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth. He touched his chin, feeling the slight pain that his beard irritated his skin. "It's a pity, but long beards are not suitable for riding. The last time I did this, they accidentally got stuck in the gap of the saddle. Believe me, it was a disaster." The old man at this time, oh no, maybe the old one The vocabulary no longer applies to him. At this time, the magician did not wear the iconic big hat, he left it in the king capital.

Hill was amused. The female doctor was not surprised about Roland ’s changes. She had long seen through Dementor ’s talent that Roland ’s real age had exceeded the limit of human lifespan, and she also saw no signs of aging in the latter ’s soul. This means that if Roland is willing, he will be able to live at least twice as long. Getting along with the elders always benefits a lot. Dementors believe in this. They respect the traces of time left on the soul and call it wisdom.

Looking at the doctor's smile, Roland was silent for a few seconds. "You shouldn't wear that mask all the time. If I were a hundred years younger, I'm afraid I would like you because of this smile."

Yes, at this time, Hill did not wear the iconic crow mask, showing a face that was soft enough though not glamorous. To say that there is something unsatisfactory about this face, it is that her expression always looks cold and stiff. Except for the smile just now, she feels that she is still alive, otherwise the pale skin and the blood vessels visible below may be People mistakenly think that she is some kind of living body.

"Thank you for your suggestion, but I'm used to showing people with that face. Besides, you know, either this face or the mask is the same thing for us." Dementor, the essence The above is a group of semi-spirit creatures, the body composed of flesh and blood is just the carapace that they temporarily boarded, and can be changed as needed. This makes most dementors less comfortable with maintaining their fleshy bodies, and always let them rot. But from the hands of the Edward family, the meticulously treated body can be used for a long time. Just like the body used by Hill now, she has been attached to it for nearly ten years, and her appearance is still lifelike.

Roland shrugged and agreed with Hill. For normal people, such a bland conversation with the creepy existence of Dementors is incredible. Those heroes who are enough to be eulogized for a while will tremble when they see the existence of these semi-spirit creatures. But for the magician, the time he has experienced is enough for him to treat most creatures equally. In his view, the dementor exists in a way that is incredible than humans.

"Where have we been?" Although he knew his destination well, the magician was not familiar with the geography of Cangshi, which was another reason why he accepted Hill as his company. He needed a guide. Although the two tried to make a casual look when they were on the road, they both knew that time was not on their side and there was no chance of getting lost. They had to catch up with the big troops before the coalition arrived in Valley City, although Hill didn't know why Roland did this.

The doctor looked around with lifeless eyes. The fast galloping mount did not affect her to see the surrounding scenery. She simply determined the position and compared it with the map in her head. "We should have reached the edge of the royal family. There should be a town not far in front of you, you can take a break to get some supplies." Dementors certainly do not need to eat human food. In fact, they can sleep for several years, but Roland It is a personal category. Moreover, their mounts also need to rest and eat.

The magician nodded, his body is much stronger than before, but it takes time for the old tea to recover his body. Roland intends to restore his physical fitness to about thirty or forty this time, which means that he still has Need to drink old tea constantly. Fortunately, he had already made tea bags before departure, and he could use it after a simple brew.

In the passing town, the faded street signs are erected on the side of the road, which can be seen hazyly in the drizzle. Roland slowed down his horse speed, let the mount approach the street sign, and then turned to look far away from the road. The shadows of some buildings piled up one after another, forming a monster-like outline in the rain.

"It seems that it's been very lively recently." The magician refers to a lot of traces on the pavement. The soft dirt road changed by the rain changed into a muddy swamp after being squeezed, and a lot of rutting marks were left on it. It is gray and black water floating with grass roots.

Hill frowned, or she tried to do this, and Roland did n’t think she had any movement on her face. “It ’s unreasonable. I have n’t received a lot of news about the deployment of supplies recently ~ www.readwn.com ~ and it ’s still here At that time, the Ratmen haven't been annihilated yet. "

"We'll see if we go to town to see it." Roland said, shaking the reins gently and letting the horses go down the road. The doctor nodded silently, but glanced at the street sign with some anxiety. The dementor's keen sixth sense made her feel that something was wrong. But she doesn't have enough evidence to find the reason for this feeling, and she can only be as alert as possible.

The two went forward for about another half an hour, and the passenger town appeared in front of them. Two pillars made of birch wood hang the famous brand of town made of cheap metal, while underneath hangs a noose, under which is a dead corpse of a rat.

Roland's face was a little unsightly. He looked up at the dead body above his head when he passed by. Because of the rain, he could not quickly determine the time of death of this ratman. "Master." At this moment Hill gently reminded Roland that he saw a large number of caravans parked on the main road in the town. It seemed that the ruts on the road were from them. What's interesting is that the magician didn't see any emblems on the carriage to identify the identity of the team. The place where the logo should be nailed is now only empty holes. Some people don't want to expose the origin of the team.

"Let's find a place where we can't wet the tobacco to avoid the rain." Roland pulled the top of the hood and said.