Dawn of the Grey Tower

Jung's expression is very subtle, and the facial expressions of the blood race are very scarce. If they don't undergo rigorous training, their rigid muscles will not be able to express the rich emotions like living people. But as a rather weird Barak blood clan, he has plenty of time and interest to learn and participate in all kinds of mortal matters, and he can do almost the same as ordinary people in facial control. This is what makes Cheese aware of the complicated expression on Jung’s face when he uttered the names of the evil gods one by one. It was not fear or hatred. It was more like a mixture of helplessness. This also shows what he knows.

"Do you really think that this thing and those, um, existence, are things at the same level? I don't want, not a single bit, because your misjudgment makes those things come alive." The blood race's voice sounded bitter , He was slowly and carefully considering every word, just to let the mage realize how important what he said. Many people have learned some names and descriptions of the existence that those names refer to from those ancient lost books, and their imagination allows them to understand these records only to a very superficial level. Jung didn't want the gray robe to be one of them.

Cheese narrowed his eyes slightly, and the other party's reaction was somewhat unexpected. In his judgment, Jung should be aware of how many evil **** worship groups there are in the torrent and their little information. But he never expected this vampire to understand what the so-called evil **** was, and what their followers were worshipping. It now seems that things will become much simpler, as long as he can prove something.

"It's simple, very simple." Cheese stretched out his hand to twist up the corpses in the tin box, put it to his mouth and said something softly. The shriveled corpse suddenly began to tremble strangely. As the mage placed it on the counter, the body and feet of the corpse began to swell and crack. Some dark-grey substances similar to muscles and fascia were only seen from the carapace, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, breaking free from the original body. But this kind of degradation has not been completely completed. After that thing has lost the appearance that can be called a bug and turned into a strange mixed substance, the structure that constituted it collapsed suddenly and turned into a small beach like soot. Of slag. Immediately afterwards, even these scraps disappeared completely after the dark red light, leaving only small traces on the wooden counter.

After witnessing this scene, Jung did not respond for a long time, his cheeks twitched mechanically, and his throat contracted, as if swallowing non-existent saliva. The vampire took a deep breath and moved his eyes from the counter to the cheese, with undisguised hostility in his eyes, "Explain to me that you are not one of them, otherwise I won't let you fight again. Step out of this room."

He was not watching a joke, although the reason is not yet clear, but the posture shown by Jung is enough to explain the hatred of the evil **** and his worshippers by this Barak. It’s not surprising that an elves will accept and enjoy their own kinship identity. There must be complicated reasons. The reason why it is difficult for non-human races to transform into kinship is largely because their innate lifespan and life and death views are unlike human . If accepting the blood of the true ancestor and following the rules of the blood family is a trade with both gains and losses for humans, then for the elves, the loss will be far greater than the gain. This is why the Barak blood race is rare.

Cheese’s complexion was as usual, and he even felt that Jung’s reaction was the best response, because people with such an enlightenment must be aware of the terrible aspects of the evil god, and understand that those existences are a disaster for the world. He spread his hands on the table and said, "I am a mage. The difference between a mage and a wizard is that witchcraft is subjective. The casters of witchcraft often don’t know much about the power they have, and don’t want to know too well. , They have a kind of cult feeling towards the elements, souls, demons and gods, and believe that they can use their power to achieve spellcasting."

"The wizard is different. The world of the wizard is ruthless. We don't worship anything, nature, supernatural, or even ourselves. What is important is the unchanging truth that runs between these. Magic is never a lie. The hand of the hand is in effect, and there is truth in everything in the world. Master these principles, use these principles, and control these principles. The result is spell casting. For non-spellcasters, spells are incredible things. For wizards, they cast spells. It is a technique. Mastering spells is the accumulation of knowledge. It can’t be clearer and simpler. And since the truth is in everything, as long as you can understand its scales and claws, even if it comes from the power of the evil god, magic can of course Copy and imitate. And I happen to be the person who studies these, and the purpose of the research is to eliminate them."

Cheese’s words are half-truth and half-truth. He is not deceiving the difference between wizards and wizards. Unlike the shamans on the grassland, the wizards are cold and even a little unkind. They have no respect for the power they use. The mind can therefore be controlled objectively. But is there really a law that can be mastered in the power of Cthulhu? I'm afraid the answer is no, at least in terms of cheese's current research results, the more he understands the existence of those beyond expression, the more he realizes this. If there is anyone in the world who can refute him, there is only Grey Pagoda Lord Clark who has disappeared in the wheel of life and death. But to explain all this to Jung and be able to convince him quickly, such an explanation is too complicated and lengthy, and it will inevitably make the vampire doubt his identity, so he simply lied.

Lies are often only useful to two kinds of people ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ One is people who don't think at all. They hear what they hear and don't doubt. The other is that people who question every sentence must be suspicious of everything and try to refute everything, so they tend to accept it when faced with logically impeccable arguments. Jung naturally belongs to the latter, because his knowledge of the caster, especially the knowledge of spells learned from the wizard of the City of Ten Thousand Magicians, and the mutual confirmation of the cheese said, have further deepened his certainty. His only problem is that he is not a researcher of Cthulhu, and he cannot be blamed.

"Well, I'll believe you for the time being. But the words are ahead, as long as I find that you are not what you said, I will kill you without hesitation, I swear." The tone of the blood race is not a joke.

"I also swear that I am definitely not a follower of any evil **** or their lackeys. I belong to this world and fight to defend it." Cheese put his right hand on his heart and promised. This is the oath of the knights of the lion. Actions that will be made when

At this point, Jung’s expression finally eased. He closed his eyes and nodded, turned around and took out a bottle of green wine, and poured a glass for the mage and himself, "This is made from herbs in my home forest. Wine, drink. Then I will talk to you endlessly."

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