"Roar!" Migo was slightly relieved when he saw that the cheese was intact after the baptism of dragon flames. The worry in his heart turned into overwhelming anger in an instant. There is no habit of being reasonable among giant dragons. No matter right or wrong, they are more

He tends to use the most primitive body language to express his thoughts. The angry red dragon lets out a thunderous roar, and rushes towards the silver-white enemy with its wings beating. The silver dragon is not timid, and the two are enough to destroy the city and the country.

The creatures quickly collided together again in the air.

Cheese, after confirming that Migo's life was not in danger for the time being, shifted their attention. The dragon's breath would greatly consume their physical strength. The silver dragon should not have time to attack him like this again in a short time. Besides,

Compared with these, there is another thing that is more attractive now

The mage's attention is on the Morlock sculpture behind him. It must be said that the Sculptor's Fire is indeed true to its name. The hideous expression of the ugly assassin standing five steps behind the mage at the end of his life has been completely preserved.

came down, along with the dagger in his hand.

This is not funny at all. Cheese asked himself that he didn't realize when there was such a follower behind him. Had he been ambush in the dragon's lair for a long time? Or had he followed him from the corridor? No matter which possibility it was.

He couldn't be happy. He thought that the Morlock corpses in the corridor were already quite dangerous, but he didn't expect that there were still living Morlocks in the Gray Tower, and it seemed that they were planning to attack him. What was this?

What do you mean? Did his cheese bother anyone in the tower?

The mage quickly thought whether the Sleeper would have the same experience as him, but this idea was quickly abandoned. The Sleeper was now in his room, and Cheese knew that the Morlocks could not sneak in there, so the Sleeper should

It was still safe. Anger began to burn in his heart. Cheese now wanted to postpone his trip to the City of Ten Thousand Laws for a few days and let the person who brought such an ugly and brainless assassin into the Gray Tower eat first.

Nodding bitterly, the person who stopped the mage's idea was Alina.

When she appeared in the dragon's lair, Cheese didn't know why, and he didn't feel surprised at all. And he could also see that, standing in front of him at this time, he was observing with interest Moloch, who was turned into a statue by the breath of the silver dragon.

The human Alina is not a clone of herself. This is not a great ability for a vampire. As a life driven entirely by the blood of the true ancestor,

As long as they are willing to let the true ancestor's blood leave the body, even the weakest vampires can do so. The only difference is that as the true ancestor, An Lina not only has a reserve of true ancestor's blood that makes vampires crazy, but also can

Slowly giving birth and restoring her own blood. For her, the trick of cloning, which other members of her race considered extremely dangerous, was quite practical.

"You let them fight, and now they have brought soldiers. What's the next step? Build a fortress to conquer each other?" Cheese pointed at the statue and said in an accusatory tone.

Alina did not answer Cheese's question immediately. She stretched out her hand and touched the sculpture that was still warm, "Do you think any of us will waste time on training these stupid creatures and forming them into an army?"

?" Her tone was gentle, but her eyes were as cold as the frozen soil. Faced with Cheese's accusation, Alina was by no means as calm as she appeared on the surface. As the human being who knew her best, Cheese could

Feel the emotion in the other person's words.

"You mean..." Sometimes you don't have to say it too clearly. There is no problem with what Alina said. Although the gray robes can do many things, most of them spend their energy on how to explore the world.

They are not used to building the surrounding power system. Perhaps taking in one or two Morlocks as helpers is something they will do, but can they form an organization to train assassins? No, mature assassins cannot be trained overnight.

If it comes out, it will definitely consume a lot of energy from the trainer.

Alina put her finger on her lips, and her meaning was already very clear. These Morlocks were not some gray robes from the Gray Tower, they were invaders. Cheese's expression changed in many ways in a second.

His speed, magnitude, and richness of emotion even surprised the female vampire who raised him. In fact, it is not difficult to imagine, although

For Alina, the gray tower is just a foothold in her long life, just like what she has experienced before and what she may experience again in the future. But for the gray robe who was born, grew up and became an adult in this tower

In other words, this tower can even be said to be sacred, and what it can represent is probably all the qualities that a gray robe recognizes and pursues.

Now, someone told such a gray robe that their tower had been invaded. What did it mean? Cheese felt something in his mind change rapidly, and the emotion mixed with indescribable impulse filled his eyes.

The magical light turned from azure blue to gloomy purple, and at the same time, it was mixed with traces of unspeakable things from time to time.

There are very, very few things and scenes that can stimulate a well-trained spell caster to lose control, because during their meditation, they have actually actively or passively imagined those bad possibilities. Therefore, the spell caster does not

Not afraid of threats, what they want to explore is far scarier than anything under the sun and moonlight

, they have long been prepared for misfortune. What can really make the caster lose control is often the slander and destruction of their spiritual sustenance. This spiritual sustenance may be a certain logical method, a discovery that changes the world, or

Something tangible. The Gray Tower is one of the spiritual sustenance of Cheese and even most of the gray robes.

The cheese's loss of control did not surprise Alina. On the contrary, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. There were some things that she had to let him know, but knowing did not mean she wanted to participate. The female vampire approached the mage, her movements clearly obvious.

Slowly, but when Cheese reacted, her hand was already on his chest.

"The Gray Tower is suffering from a disaster, an unprecedented disaster. And what you can see now is just the appearance of the disaster. Eliminating the appearance is just lingering in vain. What you have to do is to find the crux of the problem and solve it from the root.

So go ahead, as the Sleeper said, now is the time for you to leave."

With a slight push of his hand, the mage's body flew backwards uncontrollably, falling from the edge of the platform into the howling wind and snow.

"Migo, don't let him fall to death."
Chapter completed!