Dawn of the Grey Tower

Spells are very subtle things. Every spellcaster has his own way of casting spells and believes that his path is correct. This is not surprising, because people always have a simple formula in their minds, that is, if they are incorrect, they will not succeed. Now that one's own spells can be used, the surge of magic power and spell gestures will not deceive people, and they must be effective.

This series of logic is very smooth, but there is a hidden danger in it. Why do you see that there is only one way to cast spells in this world? Why are you sure that the map in your hand is correct, and the destination in the hands of others is meaningless? This is of course a complicated issue.

As for the cheese, his training in Grey Tower has already told him the answer. That is based on facts as the standard and situation as the measurement. Therefore, Gray Robe never thought that his knowledge of magic was the optimal solution of the way of magic, and he did not even think that there was such an optimal solution in this world.

Especially after going through so many things, Cheese looks a lot more stable than when he first arrived at Longji Mountain. He seems to have his own style and certain rules, but he knew in his heart that the more he walked into this world, the better he would be. It seems that he knows not enough things, and an inadequate personal style can only drag him down.

"Do you think that pair of hairy boys can stop these monsters?" The old man in the pointed hat yelled at the cheese, and at the same time he exaggerated sideways, able to avoid a hard-headed fish rushing past him. The frequency of these fish's impacts is getting higher and higher, and it is obvious that the dazzling light alone cannot be alone. Under this kind of pressure, even if he is unwilling, he has to join the cheese and their response.

The water shield in front of the cheese swiftly moved towards disintegration in the impact, but the mage did not waver like his spell, turned his head to face forward, his eyes sparkled, "I choose to trust them."

Trust is not blind. Being able to choose to believe in a partner who has not proven himself before in such a crisis environment is courage and gamble.

The cheese looked at the hat in his hand. After all, it is not a magic weapon. In the impact of the fish, it has been damaged. The edge of the straw hat has been damaged. Some grass stems stick out from the gap as if the meat has been shaved. Under the abrupt bones.

Passive defense has never been the goal. The purpose of defense must be to brew a counterattack. Since he has seen the hope of reversing the situation at this time, he has no reason not to make this fight. For this, he can pay some price.

"I will apologize to the fisherman again later, but he probably expected this situation." The cheese sighed slightly, reached out and pinched the stem of grass that protruded from the edge of the hat, and then violently pulled it out!

This draw was like suddenly pulling out the most critical piece in a stack of carefully placed blocks. Although the missing part was small, the entire group of blocks collapsed. The original intact hat has a tendency to scatter immediately after a stalk of grass is pulled out. This is also the purpose of the gray robe. He wants to use this magical fishing gear that can block the collision of fish as the material for his own spell. , In order to gain time for the twins to cast spells.

"This..." When the gray robe casts spells, his companions mostly only pay attention to its effects. Now it's different. The few people present are all spellcasters. Even Lolo, who is least like a wizard, has his own way of perceiving magic. In other words, they all have their own uniqueness in magic skills.

Therefore, their views on spells and spellcasting are naturally not the same as those of non-casters. In their view, the cheese spell is very incredible. This kind of inconceivability does not mean how much light the gray robe releases in the world of magic power, how much energy it disturbs, on the contrary, his spells are small and terrifying.

The momentum on the magic level is small, and the changes in reality are not small at all. I saw that the hat was pushed in front of him by the cheese with one hand, and it quickly rotated clockwise. With its rotation, more grass stalks spread in the air as if they had regained life. They seemed to be While climbing the invisible branches, the twists and turns have general directions.

Soon, the hat was dismantled and only the tip area less than the size of a fist was left, and the web of grass stems expanded from this point had quietly enveloped most of the ship. Does it take such a long stem to make a hat? Are those sticking things really grass stems?

A clever juggler can draw dozens of handkerchiefs from the cuffs, and street artists can also draw endless hemp rope from a limited pottery pot. These are still stepping on the gray area of ​​blindness and magic. In the world of magic, It is never difficult to give birth to less. The grass stems of the cheese blocked the schools of fish rushing from all directions, and those thin grass ropes floating in the air seemed to construct an invisible stone wall, no matter how they collided, they would stand tall.

However, the cheese spell is by no means as relaxed as the outsider looks. While the palm of the gray robe stretched out while holding the hat, it was also penetrated by the hard thorns on it, and the red blood flowed into the dry veins of the grass stem. Here, this gave them unreasonable abilities. And the technique of using plants in this way is naturally the witch of thorns from the grey lion. In the past few years, it seems to have become a specialty of cheese.

This may explain why from the perspective of magic power, the fluctuation of cheese's spell is so small. After all, it is a method of witches. As natural spellcasters, witches always use secret and magical power when casting spells. Known for its disproportionate power. Therefore, the first reaction of the few people present was that the cheese was a witch, but they changed their minds. Isn't there no magic to change appearance, but the witch disguised as a man?

This is boring and funny, because as long as she casts a spell, she loses the meaning of disguise. So, if Grey Robe is not a witch, how does he learn and use such a spell?

Secrets often mean power, at least for spellcasters. After Cheese showed his tricks, even the old man with a bad attitude became much more honest, quietly holding the crystal ball and witnessing the hard-headed fish being stopped by the stalks of grass. Unwilling to fall back into the water.

The dancing girl is not so focused. Her spellcasting ability is special, so there is no possibility of learning other spellcasting genres. After confirming the effectiveness of the gray robe spell, she turns her attention to the two standing in the middle of the deck. Two tightly clasped twins. Don't forget, the magic of cheese is buying time for them.

On the other hand, Skar's condition is still deteriorating. Although Via poured him some magical medicine to temporarily stabilize his injury, such a serious injury cannot be easily cured by medicine. Seeing her colleagues' breath of life gradually weakened, and the breath in her mouth made an uncomfortable hoarse voice, a dangerous light flashed in Wei Ya's eyes. Of course, she hopes that the ship will return here. This is the only possible way for Skar to be rescued.

But her rationality as a mage told her that this team would not do this. After all, the vampire who recruited them had clearly told them that this action was for three teams to act at the same time, and no team was allowed to retreat. But she also didn't want to watch Skar die, he was a teacher in the City of All Laws, and he was among the best casters in her mind, just like her.

Then what should be done?