Dawn of the Grey Tower

? "Guru Guru Guru" Bubbles are rising, fleeing from the dark bottom towards the water surface that is not much brighter than the bottom. One hand waved violently upwards, disturbing all the lines of bubbles in the muddy water and bursting. This is not the time to worry about bubbles. The owner of the hand folded his hands into webs and pushed the water downwards to drive his body up. At this time, through the gloomy glare projected on the water, he saw some small things shimmering with golden light slowly falling from his upper right. Now is not the time to worry about a few gold coins. Although the few small gold coins were usually enough for him to kill, but not now.

When you swim towards the surface of the water, more and more things fall down. The big ones are broken wooden furniture, and the small ones have various tableware and even broken frames. He didn't care about these things, he just swam as far as possible towards the sea and swam as hard as he could. At this time, the other hand grabbed his ankle, making him stagnant. He lowered his head and saw a woman with a familiar face bulging her cheeks and looking at herself with help. Who is she from? Maybe it's a weaver who has had a few transactions with himself? Seeing her look, this woman with imperfect water is definitely unable to reach the surface. So she wanted to help herself. But it is really a good abacus! Now at this time, who can care for others, don't say you are just a warbler, that is, the witch in the castle, only to ask for blessings! idiot! I usually take myself seriously by touting a few words, but now I dare to shamelessly grab my ankle?

The expression on his face instantly became cruel, and he kicked the hand holding his ankle with the other foot. Unfortunately, due to the buffering of the water flow, this time did not let the woman let go. Let go! You idiot! It doesn't matter if you die yourself, don't drag on others! One stroke, two strokes, and by the third stroke, he realized that he could not achieve his goal by kicking his hands, so he turned his goal to the face of the woman, and faced the face that was very ugly in the water because of too much inferior cosmetics. Kick it!

Hands, let go. He watched the woman sink into the deep water with a vicious expression. After a while, a large group of bubbles floated up, indicating that she gave up her struggle. It's all your own fault that you don't practice swimming. If you reduce the time of flirting and exercise your legs more, you won't fall down like a stone statue. He thought so, turned his head and continued to move upstream, the water surface was very close, and the light passed through the waves to form a beam of light under the sea. He was encouraged and accelerated the movements on his hands and feet, but this also accelerated his oxygen consumption, making his mind a little slow. But it doesn't matter, it will soon reach the sea. There is so much garbage here, and I can always find a large enough floating object.

The red mist spread from under his vision. Wait, how can there be fog in the sea? That is! He immediately realized what he was seeing, and at the same time, he lowered his head again, and he saw the wound caused by a few nails on the ankle that had just been caught by the woman, which was the source of the red mist. Damn it! Damn it! He opened his eyes wide and was full of terror. Injuries in cold water are often difficult to detect, because cold water reduces the sensitivity of human skin, and even some sailors only find that they have been put on by a spear after climbing on the deck. But contrary to the decline in human perception in cold water, the residents of the ocean, especially the hunters, are very sensitive to **** smells. Those killer sharks can smell the smell of blood in several seas away.

I hope there aren't any **** fur seals here. The frustration of Shark Bay sailors for sharks, even if they are also wrapped in a tsunami, the monstrous waves should make them dizzy and turn for a while. It's best to let them nausea for a while so that they are not so interested in eating. He thought, but did not pray to any god. Ordinary seamen will have their own beliefs. After all, the sea is ruthless. Worshiping a certain sea **** can at least make you feel comfortable in sailing, or let them have an object to curse and curse when death is near. But he did not, or most seafarers in Frustration Bay did not. They believed in gold coins and blood money in pockets and the machete hanging on their belts more than gods. The sea is never benevolent. Rather than wasting his time nagging at some inferior mud puppet god, he prefers to sharpen his scimitar faster.

Thinking of the machete, he touched his belt. The hard touch told him that the weapon that had been stained many times to kill himself was not on his waist. There is no better relief than this. So he no longer worried about the wound on his foot and continued to swim upwards on the water. Finally, with the sound of "poo", he breathed the air again, "haha!" He couldn't help making such a laugh, proud of his achievements. Not everyone can get his life back in front of the tsunami, even if he is a sailor who was driven off the boat, I mean, former sailor. But what about that? He is still alive! Like the fat sheep who handed over a lot of gold coins and blood money to those black hearted captains, and didn't have to worry about a wealthy captain who took his sailors and tied them up and threw them into the sea after he fell asleep. There is nothing better than this.

He breathed heavily, enjoying the sun and the air, until the little black triangular fin appeared on the water not far away. No, hell! It took him less than a second to realize what it was, and the wound on his foot still attracted hungry predators. Damn it, there are so many dead ghosts under the water, why are you staring at me! You will only chase the beasts running around with the smell of blood! But scolding, he still actively looked around, looking for something that would allow him to temporarily leave the water. Unfortunately, the floating wood is too small.

Alright alright! You want to eat me? Then give it a try! The life he picked up would never be given up because of a shark. He again showed a terrible expression, took a deep breath, dived into the water, and pulled out the scimitar around his waist. This weapon is much slower than when waving in the air, and its lethality will be much worse. But at least it should be able to pierce the shark's skin, it must be able to pierce the **** skin. Eyes, seeing the underwater scene clearly, as expected, a little black foal the size of a pony with half-open mouth full of sharp teeth, swam towards him. But he also keenly discovered that one of the shark's eyes was blind, and it might have been accidentally hit by rocks on the seabed, or blinded by other prey. Although vision is not very important for sharks, it undoubtedly gives him confidence.

Come on, you cyclops. He silently estimated the distance between himself and the shark, and adjusted the angle of the scimitar in his hand. There was only one chance. The secret to fighting sharks is to hold the belief that it is more brutal than it, and insert the weapon in your hand into its key. Must be fatal. In ten steps, the shark apparently realized that its prey had stayed in place and began to pose in an attack. In five steps, the huge predator shook his tail fins with some doubt. It didn't quite understand why the prey did not escape. In three steps, the slight doubt was quickly irritated by the **** smell. It swung the body vigorously, opened the big mouth of the blood basin, and swooped towards the prey!

One step, then stop. People and sharks stopped in the water. His entire right arm was swallowed by a shark ~ www.readwn.com ~ But the sword in his right hand was stabbed from the top of the shark's head! The blood mist is still spreading in the sea. He resisted the urge to scream and pulled out the dagger in his boot with his left hand, and cut his right arm off his shoulder at once. This is not difficult, because the teeth of the shark have bitten them. But the shark is dead, and he is alive. Despite losing an arm, he is still alive! Now, as long as he leaves the water to stop the bleeding, he still has a chance to survive, so look, it is better to have a knife to sharpen the knife. He smiled, with the luck of the rest of his life on his face.

But, just when he twiddled his legs lightly and wanted to ventilate again on the water. A terrible thing happened, he found that he could not rush out of the water anyway, even though he was less than one finger away from the boundary between water and air. what happened? His brain became numb due to blood loss and cold. He maintained this posture, staring at the sunlight on the water for several seconds, then finally bowed his head afterwards.

One hand held his ankle. It's just that the hand is covered with fine scales, and there is a thin film of meat between the fingers. In just a moment, he recognized what was holding him, and all the things that must have been seen by the sailors of the Lost Bay, that is the aquatic creature called the Kraken. Do not!

"Guru Guru Guru" After the tsunami was still surging on the surface of the sea, a bubble of air floated up from the water to this point, broken in the sun, and vanished to nothing.