Dawn of the Grey Tower

"He looks, it's painful." The wolf walker looked at Lothar on the ground with some concern. Although the latter was still asleep, the greasy expression on his face and the swaying limbs all indicated that he was in torture . The mage certainly saw these, but he didn't mean to stop, and the dream catcher in his hand was still swinging according to a certain pattern. The cheese shook his head indifferently, and Hern's hand was still held in the earl's hand, which meant that Lothar could wake up from the dream if he wanted. But this young Montenegro is still holding on.

"A lot of things are not enough to realize the inner connection of things because of our own limitations when we experience it first. Rereading memory, especially in the fragmented way of dreams, will make many things that have been neglected emerge. Come out. But this is not all a good thing. Emotions are a very unstable factor. The memory puzzle derived from it is likely to actively ignore some factors that exist objectively. "The mage looks like Jack Wolverine. Explaining, it ’s like talking to Lothar, “It ’s like those conscientious doctors always only remember the people they did n’t save, but they forget how bad the diagnosis and treatment environment at that time was. Self-blame. "

"Sounds dangerous." The werewolf shrugged. "Can he stand it?"

The cheese shrugged. "He is the strongest warrior I have ever seen." Then he looked up and saw the green wolf pupils. "At least one of them. But honestly, how powerful is the human mind, in it No one will know before it ’s really tested. Now, it ’s his time to be tested. Protect him during this time. "

"Your will, my sir." Jack nodded. He understood the last sentence of the mage. During the time that the three men stopped here, some hungry monsters had peeped around and concealed themselves. . The wolfwalker's muscles gradually expanded and he was ready to fight.

Jack is not the only one who is ready to fight.

"Hah, ah ..." A small patch of water had appeared on the ground in front of Lothar's eyes, which was caused by his sweat dripping. Hearing and touch are almost useless under extreme fatigue. Only vision is still struggling to support, and fainting may come at any time. Even so, Lothar didn't mean to stop.

Not yet, reached. The thin arm raised the heavy battle axe with difficulty, and cut it toward the dummy in front of him with all his strength! "Poof!" Even without a strike, the weight and strength of the axe body is enough to break the outer layer of the dummy's cortex and force the straw inside out. "Master! Please stop, you have done a good job!" The head of the Montenegro and the servants rushed up with towels and drinks to see their posture, unless Lothar now cut them with an axe in his hand. Otherwise, they will stop the child if they say anything.

"Let me go, I can practice!" The teenager screamed, struggling out of those who cared about himself. He looked like an angry lion cub at this time, showing developing fangs to everyone around him. And this kind of action may intimidate others, but only make the real lion laugh.

"Let him go, I'll practice with him." The man's voice rang, and the noisy crowd just now quieted down. Everyone, including the head of the Black Mountain family, immediately saluted the person who spoke after seeing that person's appearance. "Your Majesty." The king of the lion, Hern Siegert, appeared on the school ground in a simple dress. The clothes on his body showed that he had come straight here without changing clothes soon after he arrived. "Take your weapon, my count."

Lothar drew out the tomahawk stuck on the dummy, facing Siget, he neither saluted nor greeted him. Although he knew that the man in front of him was his own king, and he had been taking good care of himself before, at this time the Earl of Montenegro had long been unable to take care of other things, and there was only a constant flame in his heart. The flame burned him and burned him, forcing the child to vent his pain in the most extreme way.

Facing this kind of Losa, Siget waved his surrounding waiters back. The king pulled out the practice wooden sword on the school ground and played twice in his hand. "Look at us, Lothar, children are using weapons, adults are using toys. Isn't it ironic?"

"I, swing it!" The teenager dragged the iron axe and rushed towards Sigt. He waved his weapon again, without thinking about the consequences of the person in front of him if he did not dodge or parry the blow. But the king of Cangshi does not need anyone else to care.

Before the right foot stepped, the right hand moved with it. Sigter made the sword clean and clean, and the tip of the wooden sword was right in the middle of Losa's right wrist. The pain relieved the teenager's right hand, and the weapon that had been raised in front of him suddenly took off and fell straight to the ground. "Continue?" The king's wooden sword swayed casually in his hand, apparently not considering Losa as an opponent at all. But if it is so, why is the look in Sigut's eyes so dignified, although his tone is frivolous and with a smile on his face, he only looks sad in the eyes of the teenager.

"Wow!" Weapon, I don't know how many times it fell to the ground, facing the skillful king, but only by brute force, Losa had no chance at all. This time, the handle of the iron axe hit the ear of the count, and the pain made him unable to stand up straight, and he had not picked up the battle axe on the ground for a long time. Seegart felt the time was right and asked, "Why don't you write me back? I have invited you no less than ten times in these days? Why not come to the capital?"

"I am the lord of Montenegro, I will not go anywhere. This is my home!" The young Lotsa raised his head and yelled at the king, but unexpectedly, after hearing the cry, Siget lifted it up directly Leg, kicked to Losa's chest kicked him to the ground.

"Fart! You are not worthy to be the earl of Cangshi, nor to be crowned with the name of Montenegro. You are just a spoiled bastard, something that has no interest." The words were cold, and the wood sword was in his hands. The above makes the teenager feel pain. The young Lothar did not understand why the king said him, but the current Lothar understood.

The scene changed again and came to the king's study in the castle of the king. At this time, Lothar was almost as tall as the king. The desk that seemed unattainable when he first arrived was now a little low. "Are you going to take this crusade?" Siget, who was still behind the desk, looked at the letter of love in his hand, threw it on the table, and asked the young man behind the desk.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I'm ready." The voice that has changed has lost the innocence of childhood and has become low.

"Are you ready? What are you ready for? The rookie who hasn't been on the battlefield before, dare to say that he is ready?" Siget said, tapping the table with his knuckles. The third question he asked was Simply slap on the table.

"I can deal with three of your knights at the same time. I think I'm ready." Lothar said silently for a moment.

"Oh, three knights? Needless to say, Lyon, you can't even pass Gregory in a one-on-one match. They're just hindering you from the knighthood. You kid really regards himself as a genius. Really? "The king shook his head and said coldly.

If it is usual, Losa will stop here, but this time it is about whether he can participate in this battle, he does not want to miss this opportunity, "I never think of myself as a genius. Cangshi, nor need Genius. We are knights, and we only believe in the skills we have trained ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and the experience gained in combat. Talent is the most unreliable thing. "

"Huh, that's right. I guess, did Marcus teach you?"

Lothar nodded. This was indeed what Marcus asked him to do to deal with the king, and it turned out to be very effective. The expression on Siegert's face was calmer. He looked at the boy as if he had returned to the time when he went to Montenegro and brought the child back to the capital.

"Do you still dream about your parents?" The king asked suddenly.

"meeting."

"Do you still feel unfair? Why did you lose your parents, but all other children can be accompanied by their parents."

"will not."

"Oh why?"

"A lot of people have lost their parents because of robbers, sickness, and unfair judgments. I am not special."

"If so, why do you want to go to the battlefield?"

"I am a warrior and cannot contribute to other matters of the kingdom like Marcus. Even if I really inherited the leader of the Montenegro, I will be a bad lord. But I still want to do what I can do. I Willing to fight for the kingdom so that more children do not need to lose their loved ones. "

"Is this what Marcus taught you?"

"No, he taught too long, I can't carry it back."

King, smiled. Lothar laughed because he couldn't figure out why, even though he experienced this memory again from a dream, he couldn't figure it out.

"I have decided on the candidates for this expedition, but I won't choose you even if I haven't decided. You are too tender, take this and go to Lyon. You go and give him as adjutant for a while." In the drawer, a letter that had been written and covered with lacquer was turned out and thrown to Lothar.

When the earl walked out of the king's study room with joy, he faintly heard Siget say a word.

responsibility