It's not that cheese doesn't feel tired. Even though he is driven by his passion for research, the gray robe is very strict with his physical state and mental management, and he will not allow his body and mind to be exhausted to the point of being unable to protect himself, unless he is forced to do so. Now was the last resort, and Cheese could clearly sense the uneasiness of the nomads and the negative emotions caused by the uneasiness, and he believed that Wuqi could appease his people, but that did not mean that they would be willing to accept Cheese and his companions. Their time is running out, and before he becomes an enemy of the Shale, he must gather all the intel he wants, deal with all the problems, and try to pack up the unsolved problems on his way.

But the mage knew that not everyone was like him, so he had Atta and Batu in charge of the ropes on the ground, and it didn't take much effort to take care of the ropes themselves, so they could take a break. Even in Cheese's original thoughts, Lothar's strength and attention were better suited to the insurance, and the female swordsman's fairy eye was better suited to go deep into the rift with him to help find clues that he couldn't find. However, this idea was quickly abandoned by him, not because Cheese no longer followed the rational choice, but because he began to think that the mood and state of his companions should be taken into account, and he pursued the so-called optimal allocation of personnel too much, and the result was probably to ignore the situation and wishes of the individual.

"Whew!" the slight sound of lighting a torch illuminated the dead darkness of the crack. In the steppe, torches are very precious. However, its precious place is just the opposite of other areas, most places do not light torches, because torches consume a lot of oil, but there are many livestock on the grassland, butter and sheep fat are commonly used by herdsmen, and the place where they make torches is difficult, but the wooden stick as the main body of the torch and the strip of cloth wrapped on it.

Of the two, Lothar hangs underneath, and Cheese is a little higher than him. This was the Count's insistence, and as a knight, he must have taken the lead. Lothar shook the torch she lit into the darkness beneath her, and sure enough, she didn't see the end of the rift. The darkness swallowed up the light emitted by the torches, creating the illusion that the void beneath seemed to be filled with pitch-black matter. This kind of darkness is unpleasant, like a pair of invisible hands pressing on people's hearts. The Count wanted to say something to ease the oppression, but fearing that the resulting echo would draw attention to something that might be in the breach, he held back the throbbing of his throat and continued to sink down in silence.

The rope wasn't really long, and it only stopped after about four or five people were lowered. But at this time, looking up from the crack, there was only an irregular gap left in the sky. If people were still conscious at the time of burial, then this may be what they saw. Lothar couldn't help but think so. Thinking of the funeral and death, the memories of his deceased wife overflowed uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, those beautiful, plain, intense, and finally turned into the helplessness of him kneeling in front of her bed, unable to do anything.

Exhale, inhale. Lothar tried not to let himself be swallowed up by this sudden emotion, he didn't understand why the good emotions that he could usually suppress suddenly exploded at this time, and even this time the emotions attacked more intensely than when he was alone at night, there was no helplessness in this emotion, no relief, there was only sadness, despair, pain, as if this was no longer a crack in the ground, but the unfathomable abyss of the Bay of Lost Heart, everything he experienced after that was just a dream before death, and now, swallowed by the sea, was finally going to his destination...

"Keep your mind. Here are some things that can make people cranky. Cheese's cold, serious voice interrupted Lothar's illusions. The Count shook his head, trying to dispel the images and sensations from his body and mind. He gritted his teeth and looked around, there was only darkness. But this darkness is different from the gentle night, it is malicious.

"Is it magic?" Lothar still had his battle axe at his waist, believing that the Fool's justice would help him from magic. But now he's not quite sure about that.

"No, it's something worse. Cheese's answer came a few seconds later, and the breath of dawn on his waist lit up.

"Poof!" Something, neither the mage nor the Count could see what it was, but it had ducked into the darkness farther away before the light of the lantern illuminated its form. But their presence has confirmed Cheese's words, this darkness is not pure, and there is something bad in it.

"Do you hear those voices? I'm not afraid, but you'd better hurry. I doubt we'll be able to make it until noon. ”

"Yes, I heard you. Don't worry, whatever those things are, they don't dare face the sun. Think more of Helen, your daughter will give you strength. I'll get the job done as soon as I can so we don't have to stay in this damn place for too long, just..."

"Cheese, what's wrong with you, Cheese, how are you—" Lothar was interrupted in the middle of his sentence when a bright light came from above him, and in an instant the Count saw another image that he would never forget. The symbols, the faces, the eyes, the guts, and other profane symbols, they made up for the cracked walls like the lines of the soil!

"Get out of here, you damn thing!" the mage shouted with flash after flash, and the Count looked up, trying to see what Cheese was fighting against, but due to the angle, he could only see the former's lower body and the bright light that erupted around him.

The glare vanished after a few minutes, leaving only the light of the torch in the Count's hand and the lantern on Cheese's waist, the torch that the mage had been holding had been thrown out as a thrower at one of the flashes. "Whew... Phew..."Heavy breathing echoed through the crack, and the source was cheese. He swallowed with difficulty, and the heaving chest was half forced to calm down.

"We have to leave right away. It's worse than we thought. Lothar couldn't agree with the mage's words, and he almost couldn't wait to pull the rope off his body, as did Cheese. Once, twice... When they pull to the fifth and the top of the rope doesn't respond, anyone knows there's something wrong.

"Hey, Batu, Atta, pull us up!" said Lothar, ignoring nothing else, and yelled at the top. His voice echoed into a muffled roar repeated in the darkness.

No response. The Count stopped shouting, and he began to grasp the rope, trying to climb back to the ground by his own strength. He noticed that Cheese was doing the same thing as him, but just as they were about to climb to the same height, the mage suddenly let go of the rope. Then, before Lothar could understand what had happened, Cheese's rope fell beside him, along with the mage himself, into the darkness quickly.

"No!" Lothar tried to reach out and grab his friend, but he didn't catch anything. The Count turned his head, wanting to see what had cut the cord of the cheese. But I saw a figure appear on the edge of the rift above. The figure is not normal. Because even from Lothar's point of view, he could clearly see a complete head-to-toe figure, but that meant that the man was sticking out of the edge of the rift at an almost right-angle angle!

"Bastard. The Count of Montenegro cursed, and began to tighten the ropes on his body as fast as he could, and he was about to rush to the ground before the strange figure turned him into cheese! As soon as he grabbed the other end of the rope where the last stalk of grass remained, Lothar made it to the ground.

But what he saw was not the grassland and the sky...

Dawn of the Grey Tower

Dawn of the Grey Tower