Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Poof!" The solid touch and the sound of the axe cutting through the flesh and bones convinced Lothar that his attack had achieved the desired effect. No matter what kind of creature, after a heavy blow to the head, it will lose a considerable part of its combat power. If you are lucky enough, or if the opponent's skull is not so hard and thick, this blow may even kill it directly.

"Roar" The low roar makes it difficult to tell whether it was a wailing before death or a mad sign. Loza only knew that as the monster raised his head, his arm was pulled higher and higher. When the count's feet were about half the height of the palm of the ground, gravity caused the battle axe to slide out of the monster's skull, and the owner of the battle axe landed and then backed away again to pull away from the enemy.

The "roar" roar became weak and feeble, and seemed to be telling that the sender's life was losing from the wound quickly. Lothar looked a little surprised at his battle axe, and by the moonlight, a little black powder was scattered from the blade of the axe spitting out of the lion's mouth. The Earl had never seen this happen. He used this axe to cut a lot of things, but few of them could leave a part of his body on the edge of the axe, not even the demons from the lower world. This never-before-seen phenomenon warned the count that this battle might not end so easily.

Sure enough, despite the scary wound on his head, the monster swooped towards Lothar at a more flexible pace than before! This time, the Earl had no time to plan small movements, and dodge had already consumed all his reaction speed. Maybe it ’s a lesson learned, maybe it ’s crazy because of the injury, and the corpse creature who attacked again did n’t intend to give Lothar time to think again. After the first swoop, it used its tail to sweep quickly, and forced the count Turning was completed while moving again.

There is no roar, no intimidation, the thing seems to give up all threats, only to show all the original violence. Quick and ruthless! The gap in size is destined for Losa to be able to do a roundabout without damage when facing the opponent who is rushing up. The reason why he can prevail in the previous encounters is due to his quick response and opponents. Hesitation.

Corpse-eating creatures are also creatures. Hunting and eating are just the means to sustain life, not the whole meaning of life. Although many texts describe ghouls as monsters that only know about eating corpses, isn't that because the so-called researchers never thought that ghouls have other claims besides eating? Otherwise why would these creatures struggle to dig up the graves of no one to eat and eat the decayed corpses, instead of rushing directly into the human settlement like other wild animals or monsters craving fresh flesh Dinner?

Of course there are reasons, and no matter what the reason is, corpse creatures are acting in accordance with their own laws of survival. In their laws, combat is by no means too much, and at best it is for survival and hunting, just like other creatures. Therefore, when fighting other creatures, they still put the preservation of themselves first. This instinct created the just war situation. When both sides have reservations, warriors who are more skilled in combat skills can choose from Cumulative advantage.

So, what if the opponent of the warrior suddenly gave up the idea of ​​protecting himself and began to transform the purpose of the action into killing the human being in front of him? Even, for this it can allow itself to be injured or even die. This is the problem that Lothar encountered in the blink of an eye. His opponent skipped the multiple stages of the battle and directly brought him into an endless rage.

Even if the tomahawk cut into his shoulder, the monster would leave scratches on the earl's waist. Even if the front paw's finger is cut off, it will bite the enemy's ankle. Such a battle, Losa can not accept. But he had to accept it again, because the battle had already reached this point, and it was impossible to escape again. Unless he can cause enough damage to the enemy to cancel its ability to move, or simply look for opportunities in the chaos to directly attack deadly. Besides, it is impossible to break away from this battle.

Block, dodge, move, and get injured. Thoughts are gradually blurred in the unordered rotation of the four, and the anger deep in the heart gradually burns reason. Stop evading, stop stalemate, and rush up, even if it is killed, blind it!

Go on, what ’s so scary, do I still do less desperately? Miss me, Count of Montenegro, wasn't that battle a pioneer? Is n’t it the highest pursuit of the soldiers to find their home on the battlefield? Kill it, in the name of anything! Kill, kill, kill!

There are more and more black powders emitted from the justice of the fool, and the bright axe blade is covered by these things, and the light of the moon cannot be reflected. On the contrary, the green muscles stretched on Lothar's body and even the blood on his eyes became obvious. The clear color in his eyes gradually subsided, and his anger and primitive impulse filled his consciousness.

Kill it! Even if you are going to die! Axe and claws crossed, one ran to the monster's throat, and the other ran to Lothar's chest. If this blow is carried out, the corpse eater will certainly be cut off the head, but the count must be dug out of the heart. And this battle will also end after this blow.

On the grassland of the full moon night, the wind blows through the grass, and the two bodies cast a shadow in the moonlight. Blood, dripping, can't tell whether it's human blood or monster blood, maybe there is no difference between these two kinds of blood.

Breathing, breathing, the sweet smell of blood filled the nose, and I could not smell anything other than the first time. Are you still alive? Lothar didn't know. He just felt heavy and cold. It is said that people do feel cold when they die. So is he dying? Soon to be freed from the fleshy cage, with the waves ups and downs, did you go to that destination?

"Don't worry, it's not the right time." The strange and somewhat familiar voice sounded in my ear, and the darkness in front of me was also removed. Someone separated the two bodies together, and put the one that belongs to humans on the grass. What Losa didn't expect was that the man who separated him from the corpse creature was actually an old man, and his thin body was more powerful than it seemed. What he hadn't thought of was that the claw that should have pierced into the chest, just ran down the armpit on his right side, hanging a few flesh from the side.

"Bang!" The dead body fell to the ground, losing Lothar's manufacture, and the two-meter-high body fell on the grass, splashing a little dust. It was n’t the Earl ’s tomahawk that killed the monster, but an arrow inserted in the middle of the monster ’s skull. The arrow feathers of the arrow were white like thin borneol in the moonlight.

"Without you chopping it with an axe, my arrow can't shoot through its skull. So in general, it's your prey." The old man noticed Lothar's gaze and said. His wide sleeves made him look like a legendary angel with wings behind his back. No one can imagine that people wearing such clothes that are not conducive to action can shoot this deadly arrow a hundred steps away.

"What is this?" The count suddenly said ~ www.readwn.com ~ without thanking the old man for his life-saving grace.

The old man raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows are very long and white. "You say this? People here call them ground bears. You might call them ground otters or something. I'm not sure. But I don't know it either. I can grow so big and eat human flesh. It seems I am right to live a little longer. If I die, I wo n’t see the splendid battle. ”

"Do you think I played well?"

"Of course, you leaned on an axe and almost put this thing down, and I have never seen a warrior like you. You said, right?" The old man's second sentence didn't say to Lothar Yes, his eyes turned to somewhere under the moonlight with his voice, and there was no figure when a figure stood.

The figure was too far away to see clearly, but the count only had a vague idea, and his eyes were almost glaring out of his eyes. The light of the full moon is still bright, at least, it is enough to illuminate the dress on the figure, a familiar gray robe.

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