Dawn of the Grey Tower

The toad monster with its head pierced by a sharp blade fell in response, and almost at the same time, the succulent and slender figure of the siren appeared from the darkness of hiding. Fioni dropped the witch beside him and rushed up. The reason for this behavior was not because the idea of ​​hoeing strong and weakening was ignited in Siren ’s heart, but he had to do it. A voice, faint but real, appeared in the deformer's mind, begging him for help. Fioni was n’t sure if the sound came from the barnacles on the rock, but he had reason to believe it.

"Poof!" The Kraken, whose physical fitness was gradually exhausted in a series of actions, knocked down the enemies close to him. His keen dynamic vision made him see the number of opponents during the running, not counted as thrown by himself. The one cut by his machete, there are five toad monsters. Must have a quick decision, Fiorni knew that he could not give his opponents more time to companion. Otherwise, he would not only be unable to save these barnacles, but may also involve other companions. Fortunately, despite his poor physical strength, his opponent is relatively vulnerable.

In fact, the strangeness of these toad monsters has been discovered by several people before their encounter. Compared with the similar ones that flow out of the gaps in the walls of the black minaret, these monsters born directly from the bones no matter physical quality or action The way even the ability to corrode other objects shows a considerable weakening trend. So just adding a punch that accumulates energy while running, the toad monster that was hit has already stepped back a few steps, covering his mouth and nose and temporarily losing his ability to fight.

Fioni seized the opportunity and pulled out the machete from the dead body on the ground. The weapon that once belonged to the shark-tooth hunter was not completely used to it, but he did not have to go all out to deal with opponents of this level. The other four monsters seemed to hesitate after seeing the two companions die dead and wounded. They let out a threatening growl while slowly retreating. This is also the difference between these toad monsters and the similar ones in the minaret. The latter never showed the idea of ​​retreating in previous encounters. But wanting to retreat is really different from really being able to retreat. The Kraken takes a step, drives the blade with inertia, and rushes towards the nearest monster. The main difference between fighting on land and fighting in the sea is footsteps. Krakens, who are used to borrowing from the surrounding waters, often fall ashore because they do not understand the pace of fighting. Fortunately, Fioni has noticed this. Although his pace is not as good as that of the real warrior on the ground, at least he will not become a burden of his actions. "Poof!" The blade made of shark teeth passed lightly between the monster's arms and tongue, accurately cutting open the enemy's throat.

There are four more, Fiorni stepped on the right foot, his body turned, his arm brought an arc in the air, and with a knife, he cut the enemy who had not recovered from the heavy punch! Three, the Kraken narrowed his eyes to gain a clearer insight into the darkness. The remaining three toads were escaping in three directions. He made a decisive decision and threw the machete in his hand again, hitting the rightmost one. That one. Then the Kraken's legs force, and the enemies in the middle rush at the fastest speed! Seeing the enemy in front of him, Fioni opened his mouth wide, exposing the sharp teeth like carnivorous fish inside, his hands pressed against the shoulder of the target like pliers, and the sharp teeth were mercilessly rushed towards the soft neck Bite down! The dark brown flesh has an indescribable odor of corruption, and the Kraken only regrets having these things in his mouth for a second. But Fiorni still had nausea and cruelly expanded the wound on the neck of the fallen enemy to ensure that it had no possibility of survival before crouching on the ground and retching.

Just when the Kraken paid for his wrong tactics, the last monster had run away, Fiorni looked up, and there was a little drool in the corner of his mouth, he knew he could no longer stop the escaper from carrying more Kind of back. Fortunately, the Kraken is not acting alone. The long whip twists its limbs like a python in the air. Interestingly, the length of this whip should not be so long, but its end appears as accurate as it crosses the space. It appears on the back of the monster's brain and will be vulnerable The skull shattered at once.

"You'd better make a reasonable explanation for your behavior, Siren." Fetis withdrew the whip, but did not withdraw the combat posture. She looked at Fiorni with little goodwill. Obviously, if the Kraken could not provide a reason she could accept, the witch did not intend to tolerate his unauthorized actions this time.

Facing the warden's question, the Kraken did not immediately respond. He just put away his weapon, walked to the gravel on the salt line, and looked down to see the condition of the barnacle that had been thrown to the ground by toad monsters. Unfortunately, this little guy has lost his vitality. Several pieces of cracked shells just stabbed into his body. The coat that was supposed to protect himself now became the direct cause of killing himself. This has to be said. It's quite ironic. Nevertheless, Fiorni reached out and picked up the barnacle's body and placed it on the gravel, beside the other barnacles. "You are talking in my head, right?"

The witch tilted her head. She was thinking whether Fiorni's move was using poor acting to make excuses for her actions, or whether the Kraken's brain was hallucinated by the unknown elements here. It is not unreasonable for Fetis to think this way. She had observed these barnacles with her magic vision long ago, but from the latter, she did not feel any magical reaction. In other words, no matter what these barnacles are, they will not use magic. That being the case, it is naturally impossible to speak in the minds of others like a caster through magic power, right? "Please, don't hurt"

Fetis is almost subconsciously pouring magic power into her double pupils. She desperately hopes to find the source of the sound in her mind ~ www.readwn.com ~ But just like the fact that she has long confirmed, except for the surrounding sea salt Except for a slight magical reaction, the rest of the creatures appear dull in the magic spectrum. "Don't look for it, they are not communicating with us through magic. If I guess right, they should do this by emitting something like spores."

The tone of the Kraken is quite affirmative, because Fioni has encountered similar situations in the sea. Many shellfish and coral-like marine creatures themselves have no way to make sounds or use limb movements to communicate with the same kind, and some of them do not even have hearing. And visual. But the sea has given them another magical ability, that is, they can release tiny particles with information into the sea water, and let their ideas follow the current to the same kind of side. It's just that this method of transmitting information is quite obscure, and even the scholars among the Krakens don't know much about it. Fioni now speculates that these barnacles used a similar method, and that the medium of transmission changed from water to air.

"What are you guys?" The Kraken asked in human language. But soon realized that even if the other party can talk to themselves, most of the language they use now cannot be understood by the barnacles. The Kraken does not have the ability to release information particles into the air. Interestingly, shortly after Fioni asked this question, he actually got a response.

"We, Shellman."