Dawn of the Grey Tower

Before the words fell, a sharp arrow had flown out of the dark woods, and the goal was to focus Elsa on the cheese. But before the arrow drank the blood, it was caught by a big hand. The arrow stopped in front of the throat of the red fox and could not move forward any more.

"Everyone, find cover!" The dwarf lord who held the arrow in his hand shouted loudly, pulling the cheese over and throwing him to Elsa for his care. As for Andrea himself, he reached out and grabbed the bearskin cloak in front of him. The tanned bear skin is enough to block the arrow.

"Who is going to attack us here? Could it be that the kingdom sent assassins to assassinate the cheese?" Asked Lothar hiding behind the barrel. Given the current situation of the Cang Lion, it is difficult to imagine who dares to attack these people in such a hasty manner, as for ordinary bandit thugs? They were either torn to pieces by the hungry ratmen during the rat plague, or they surrendered early to seek refuge. After all, the wooden fence built by yourself can't stop the tide of the ratmen.

The dwarf sneered at the question of the Earl of Montenegro. He picked up the arrow in his hand and used it upside down as a dagger. He said with contempt, "Do n’t worry, just help spring out and find troublesome wild dogs . "

Most of the people present quickly understood what Dagong meant. It is the nomadic tribes in the grasslands in the northwest of the Kingdom that appear to attack pedestrians passing by like wild dogs in the spring. Counting the days, it is indeed time for the annual looting season, and Iron Fort, as an important place to build a city, has always been the object of nomads patronage, and it is reasonable to see enemies at this time.

"Wild dogs can't hurt the mage." The count glanced at the cheese covering the wound and hiding with Elsa. He was curious. With the strength of the scorpion guardian today, ordinary assassins can't do anything. He caused injuries. Not to mention letting him bleed. This is not something a group of nomads can do.

Perhaps the conversation between the dwarf and Lothar revealed their position. A string of bows sounded, and Andrea's bearskin cloak and the barrel beside the count showed several more arrows. It ’s just that the nomad ’s arrows are much shorter than the arrows commonly used in the kingdom in order to meet the needs of riding and shooting. In addition, the bows they use are also lighter and ca n’t provide enough kinetic energy. These factors are combined. The arrow's penetration has dropped a lot, at least for the current distance.

"No matter how he was injured, we have to deal with these guys first." Networm calmly made the most practical proposal. As a mercenary, you must remain vigilant even if your opponent is weak. Any paralysis can be the last time in life. She has seen too many people who have fallen because of neglecting their enemies.

"It makes sense." Lothar nodded, but wanted to fight the enemy, at least have weapons. The Earl leaned out of his head slightly and looked at the battle axe placed on the log not far away. He couldn't reach for it. Fortunately, Lothar soon thought that, unlike other teammates' bunkers, the barrel in front of him could be moved. The count pushed down the barrel carefully, and the whole person was half lying on the ground, allowing the rolling bunker to open a safe passage for his progress.

As a matter of course, the moving target is attacked the most. More arrows are shot on the barrel, releasing the liquid that was originally stored inside, and the rich aroma of the wine is released along the water traces on the ground. "Goat's beard, that's my last few barrels of good wine! This waste is simply a crime! Those guys don't know what they did!" The dwarf's scolding sound was particularly harsh in a tense atmosphere. Heather, who had already touched the weapon, reluctantly threw a dagger to his lord. The warhammer used by the dwarves was too heavy for her.

"Three in the east, two in the south, and three in the west, but I feel that there is something wrong in the group in the west." Jack's eyes glowed with ghostly green light. He had found it from the taste of nomads Their trail. It's just that one of the people in the west makes the wolf walker feel strange, that is not the smell that a human should have.

"It's the skinned person, some people call them the animal skin walker or some other name, that is, he hurt me. Magic does not work for him, nor does the ordinary iron, only you and Mona can confront him head-on." Backing against the log, blood slowly flowed from under his palm, and Elsa couldn't stop how to deal with the wound. The mage sucked in a big mouth to ensure that his airway was not blocked by blood. "Useless, the wounds caused by the skinned person can only be healed if he is dead. As long as he is alive, my wound will bleed."

"It doesn't sound fun. When I kill him, you better explain why such a guy appears here." Jack said the teeth in his mouth began to grow slowly.

"Be careful, he is no longer human," the cheese reminded, not wanting the wolfwalker to cause accidents because of his carelessness. The skinned person has the ability to actually kill the werewolf, because they have similar physical qualities, and even the former has the upper hand.

The wolf of Alexandria got up from behind the bunker, and two arrows stabbed his torso accurately one after the other, but the iron-made weapon could not hurt the wolf walker's skin at all ~ www.readwn.com ~ Jack used long The hand out of the paw will be taken down by the arrow hanging on the chest with one hair. One hand folded into two pieces, turning his head to look at the mage, showing a greasy smile, "It's so coincident, I am not." After that, the figure of the werewolf Suddenly rushed into the night, Mona immediately followed up when she saw it, and the nodsman's language of exclamation and scolding soon came from the west grass.

"He just said that there are three in the east." The Earl of Montenegro was not willing to fall behind. He grimaced at the dwarf and then rushed toward the grass in the east without looking back. The Net Worm drew his dagger and tilted her head. She didn't like to fight in the dark, but she didn't want Lotsa to have any accidents.

Upon seeing this, Andre hurried towards the grass to the south, but it just hit the Karus who was going. The blood drops dripping from the sword and dagger in the hands of the demons are undoubtedly the enemies that should have been the targets of the dwarves. He looked down at the dwarf who was glaring at him, and shrugged. "I passed when you said you were looking for a bunker. It was you who moved slowly."

Grand Duke Hammer opened his mouth to say something, but only heard a loud noise of "Boom!" A figure flew from the west and broke an adult's waist-thick tree beside the camp. For ordinary people, this is definitely dead, and even the wolf walker, Jack feels uncomfortable. He struggled to get up, maintaining the shape of a half man and half wolf. "Several, I think we may need some help."