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In the vast and mysterious Tower, each level holds its own unique fears. Ironclad ascends the ancient stone steps, and with each climb, the enemies he encounters grow increasingly powerful and bizarre. His sword bears witness to the unfathomable horrors within the Tower, alongside his heart.
The Great Grub is his first challenge. These monsters are repulsive in appearance, with sharp teeth lining their mouths, each bite accompanied by a chilling chittering sound. Their bodies seem to be made of a viscous liquid, leaving behind foul-smelling trails as they move. Ironclad must survive under the onslaught of these creatures; his sword slices through their bodies with force, slime splattering everywhere. He feels an unprecedented mix of fear and disgust, but he knows he must press on.
Next came the challenge of the slave master. The slave master held a long whip in his hand, his eyes filled with madness and cunning. He bound Ironclad's wrists with the whip and dragged him into the darkness. Under the lash of the whip, Ironclad felt the threat of life and death. His flesh was torn and bloodied, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. In the end, he pierced the slave master's heart with his sword, yet an indelible shadow remained in his heart.
The goblins were his most bizarre experience. These short creatures spoke in strange languages, their eyes filled with cunning and greed. They would attack from behind when you least expected it, wielding deadly poison in their hands; a careless moment could leave someone fatally poisoned. In his battles against them, Ironclad nearly lost his life, bearing countless scars on his body, each one reminding him of the cold severity of darkness.
However, in each battle, he became more skilled and composed. He learned to find the weaknesses of his enemies and deliver fatal blows without mercy. He also learned to use the environment of the tower to defeat powerful enemies with cunning tactics.
His body grew stronger with the flow of demonic power, and each attack inflicted a tearing pain on his enemies. He also gradually remembered more skills learned in the legion, the instantaneous slashing of the Whirlwind left enemies defenseless, and the force of the Wild Strike was enough to shatter their defenses.
In the endless battles and explorations, Ironclad finally arrived at this unusual floor. Unlike the previous levels filled with death and terror, this place held a hint of peace and warmth. The warm campfire flickered in the darkness, its glow illuminating everything around it and shedding light on the glimmer of hope deep within Ironclad's heart.
He approached the campfire, feeling the warmth of the flames, a sensation that almost made him forget he was in a perilous tower. He reached out to poke the embers, sparks flying with the crackling sound of the wood.
The nearby tent was clearly set up for adventurers, providing a brief respite. Ironclad stepped inside and felt a long-lost sense of peace. The tent contained simple bedding and some supplies, suggesting that previous travelers had also found a moment of rest here.
Curious about the nearby dummy, he walked over, picked up the wooden sword beside it, and began to swing at the dummy. With each swing, memories of his training with the Iron Guard flooded back to him; back then, he was filled with confidence and hope, but now he struggled in this dark tower.
With each swing, his movements became increasingly skilled, and the blocked memories within him gradually began to surface. He recalled his former companions, remembered his past comrades, and thought of the days long gone.
He paused with the wooden sword in hand, gazing at the flickering flames of the campfire, filled with complex emotions. What had brought him to this point? What had caused him to lose everything? His heart was filled with questions, but he knew he had to keep moving forward until he found all the answers. However, in the dark tower, any sudden sound or movement could signify danger. When Ironclad sensed someone coming up from below, his alertness spiked instantly. He quickly grabbed the large sword beside him, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes as he prepared to confront the potential threat.
However, when he heard that slightly amusing and awkward voice, his tension eased a little. As the figure on the stairs gradually became clearer, he saw a blue-skinned individual. The appearance of this person was quite peculiar; he held a blue-green carpet and wore a mysterious mask that concealed his face, revealing only a pair of friendly and humorous eyes.
The blue-skinned individual seemed to mean no harm; he waved amicably at Ironclad, as if trying to convey friendliness. Ironclad lowered his sword slightly but remained vigilant, unwilling to relax too easily. After all, in this dangerous tower, anything could happen. Ironclad slowed his breathing; he was cautious but curious about the intentions of this mysterious person. He sheathed his sword and nodded, indicating that the mysterious figure could speak.
The mysterious man smiled as he introduced himself, saying he was a merchant wandering through the Tower, seeking heroes to trade items that might aid them on their journey. He approached the fire and deftly laid the carpet he was holding on the ground. The symbols on the carpet flickered slightly with his movements, seemingly containing some kind of mysterious power.
He picked up several cards, a small box, a bag, and a knife from the carpet and placed them in front of Ironclad. He pointed to these items and explained their uses in a slow, leisurely tone.
He pointed to the small box, "This box is filled with healing potions that can treat your wounds in emergencies."
He then pointed to the bag, "Inside are some special charms that can be used to enhance your weapons or armor, giving them greater power."
Finally, he picked up the knife. "This knife is made of special materials and is extremely sharp. It might be a good ally when facing strong enemies."
There was a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes, as if he was looking forward to Ironclad trading these items. He slowly said, "These things may provide the necessary assistance on your upcoming journey. Of course, if you need them, I am also willing to exchange them for some of your belongings."
Ironclad flipped through these items, each seemingly filled with a mysterious allure. He knew that in this mysterious and dangerous tower, any bit of assistance could mean the difference between life and death. He carefully examined the items, contemplating whether he should trade with this enigmatic merchant.
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