The sound of rustling sounded in Birmingham's ears, and Birmingham struggled to calm his somewhat rapid breathing, clenching the rusty broken sword in his hand, a fine sweat oozing from his forehead. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I woke up, it was a strange place, if I didn't feel that the battle intent in my body could still be used normally, Birmingham would wonder if he had come to another world, after all, there was no such creature in the pan-continent where he was located, well, it may be that Birmingham didn't learn his own biology class, otherwise he wouldn't be able to call the name of this creature.

The strange creature in Birmingham's mouth was constantly stirring on the ground with its slender nose, and he didn't see the human hiding in the corner in front of him looking at him.

The sound of fluttering was getting closer and closer, and the sweat in Birmingham's hands was getting more and more, and the broken sword was clenched, but his steps did not dare to move a minute, until the tip of a pink nose appeared in front of Birmingham's eyes, and his feet finally moved, not an inch, but like a sharp sword unsheathed, bringing up a fierce wind.

Blood splattered, the broken sword entered the body, even if it was covered with rust, but in Birmingham's rapid swing, the steel could not survive, not to mention the fragile flesh, the tip of the pink nose broke with Birmingham's sword, and after rolling on the ground a few times, it stopped beating.

The blow was successful, but Birmingham's face was extremely dignified, and he didn't have time to look at the tip of his nose that was cut off by himself, and jumped back directly, and a black shadow could pass in front of him, slamming heavily on the ground, knocking out a small pit.

Birmingham's broken sword, which dodged the attack, shot again, the purple phantom flashed, and the double phantom body came with the momentum, the figure, the sword light had already attacked from the back of this strange creature, and the full picture of the mysterious creature also appeared in front of Birmingham.

The brown hair stood upside down like a steel needle, the mouse-like body was the size of a calf, the slender tail did not have the appearance of a living being, and the sharp iron sheets like arrows were strung together to form an indestructible iron whip, and the black shadow that attacked was the masterpiece of this tail.

But at this moment, Birmingham didn't have any extra thoughts to think about why the body of a mouse was so big, and he only had a sword in his eyes that he had stabbed in the air, and the sword light was so clear that the giant rat with a broken nose finally reacted, and the brown hair on its back flew out in an instant, and dense steel needles rushed to his face.

Birmingham's eyes lit up, and his second talent worked impressively, he stopped in mid-air, withdrew his broken sword, and the whole person fell to the ground on his back, and the fine brown hair on the top of his head splashed over, nailed to a solid wooden door, which was the end of Birmingham's trip, but this huge mouse was really tricky, and Birmingham had never gotten any advantage from several encounters, and this was their sixth encounter, and it should be the last.

As soon as he landed, he shot out a thousand cracks, and the sword shadow followed, tearing the hips of the giant rat, and the splattered flesh and blood were mixed with the impatient roar of the giant rat, and the huge body wanted to turn around and dodge, but at this time he found that he had unconsciously come to a narrow passage, and the body had no possibility of turning around.

Birmingham, who saw all this, showed joy in his eyes, and after waking up after six encounters, Birmingham finally let the giant rat enter this narrow passage, and then never again, dear big rat.

Birmingham stopped swinging the broken sword in his hand, blood was all over the ground, and the iron tail hung limply on the ground, and he couldn't die anymore.

Birmingham, who took a long breath, finally sat down on the ground, couldn't help wiping his forehead, and then smiled bitterly, looking at the corpse of the giant rat in front of him in a daze, but his mind returned to the scene when he first woke up.

Black, is the only color Birmingham saw when he woke up, suddenly from extremely white to extremely black, almost so that Birmingham couldn't react, at that time Birmingham was still wondering why he would come from the snowy eternal court to this dark place, lying at the foot of the horn gave Birmingham a perfect answer, the breath of magic Birmingham is familiar with, casually think about it and know that this place should be the handiwork of the elven swordmaster, but when Birmingham picked up the horn, he found a very serious problem, that is, the familiar long sword and the female knight and the little magician are not by his side, in other words, there is only one person in this place, and at this time, the giant rat in front of him also happened to see Birmingham in a daze.

Well, the memories are over, Birmingham stood up, patted his cheek, a pair of eyes can begin to look at the place where he is, a black stone door is closed, where Birmingham appeared, and behind him is also a wooden door, the two doors are far away, and in the middle is one passage after another, the passage is of different sizes, the big one is enough to parallel two carriages, the small one is probably only enough for one person to pass, it is this narrow passage that Birmingham is in, past the corpse of the giant rat, Birmingham came to the stone gate where he came。

"Cut, still won't work. Birmingham pushed the stone door, but there was still no loosening, so he had to look at the wooden door, only to find that the closed wooden door revealed a glimmer of light, which stood out in the darkness.

This is too obvious, looking at the loose wooden door, Birmingham couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, and squeezed the broken sword in his hand, as for the origin of this broken sword, the skeleton leaning against the stone door explained everything very well, the dust on the skeleton told Birmingham that the skeleton must not have to be short of time here, as for the specific identity of the skeleton, Birmingham is a little unclear, whether it is an elf or not is not easy to say, but the broken sword held in the hands of this skeleton has the style of ultramarine elves, and the wings spread out at the handle are like short knives in the hands of those elves。

Thinking of this, Birmingham finally held the broken sword in one hand and pushed open the loose wooden door with the other.

The dazzling white light instantly filled Birmingham's eyes, and a huge circular square appeared in front of Birmingham's eyes, and in the center of the square, a black-armored knight knelt there tightly, a black halberd stood on the side, time seemed to stay on the knight's body, so that the knight still stopped in his former glory, and the faint candle flame was sprinkled on the black armor, as if covered with a layer of gray brilliance.

Birmingham was a little stunned, as if he didn't expect such a scene behind the door, he walked in with his sword in his hand, and the moment he stepped into the square, he suddenly had a feeling that he had spanned a thousand years, and the wind whistled by, setting off the dusty time for a long time, and blowing the vultures on the helmet of the black-armored knight.

"Welcome to the Tower of the Giants, the eternal sinners. ”