Dawn of the Grey Tower

The top of the stick was burning. The originally brown wood became pitch black, as if it had been infected by the night, but the faint red light emitted from the cracked lines on it seemed to have absorbed sunlight. The mage's palm was pressed to the top of the wooden stick, his expression didn't change a little because of the heat, he tightened his fingers slowly but firmly, and held a handful of things that were half sawdust and half charcoal into his palm.

The palms were suddenly blackened, and the smoke drifted upwards along the fingers, like burning incense. The wrist is flipped, the palm is facing up, the hot black ash is eager to try in the hand, and the scattered ash is still in the shape of flakes, like a flying butterfly. But the butterfly is fleeting after all, and it disperses into nothingness as soon as it hits the cool wind. Black butterflies were continuously emitted from the large mass of coke, giving people the illusion of writhing like a living creature.

The arms were raised slightly, and now not only the palms, but also the exposed neck and face could feel the heat wave. The heat beat against him like clawed fingers caressing his cheeks.

Playing with fire is a dangerous thing. The biggest characteristic of fire is its continuous expansion. As long as there is something that can burn, as long as there is an environment that can burn, it will not flow down like water, but spread in all directions. Proliferate itself, and eventually evolve into a wave of fire that connects mountains and flat seas.

Man can use fire, and this is what man is proud of, but man must also admit that fire has never entered into any contract with them to cooperate. Fire is still fire, whether it is ignited from lightning or from the furnace. It looks like it is on fire, and it devours everything that can be ignited without being picky.

Now of course it also wants to expand from Cheese's hand, wants to ignite the palm of the gray robe, ignite the robe on his body, and then ignite the grass and forest. But the magic is restraining the flame, so that it can only hide in the dark wood in the form of non-open flame.

The cheese looked at the black substance in his hand. To be on the safe side, he could directly turn the heat contained in it into sparks and attack the dragon bear by blowing. That would work, the hair is always easy to burn. That's not lethal enough, either, for those thick hairs and thick skin resist the flame until it consumes itself before igniting something new.

So he had to use some more powerful and expensive methods of casting spells, methods that felt painful just thinking about them. After hesitating, he couldn't stay on the gray robe for a long time. After scrutinizing it, the mage opened his mouth decisively. He, he actually ate the flaming thing in his hand! A whole handful, they were all stuffed into Cheese's mouth, with enough heat to cook raw meat and dust that could choke people to death.

You ask what such spellcasting means to the gray robe? Of course it was pain, the unimaginable pain rushed straight from the mouth to the mind, if there is any way to set this practice as a punishment, it will definitely be classified as torture. The pain of being at a loss is enough to make people forget who they are, where they are, and why they do this. It is enough to overwhelm all consciousness, defeat all reason, and cover everything with severe pain.

But it was put into the mouth of a gray robe. If there is any instinct that gray robes will show outside of reason, it is still reason. The mages born in the northern wilderness are all creatures with ice and snow carved into their bones and melted into their blood vessels. They regard thinking as breathing and put logic in their hearts. Nothing can stop them from calculating and planning, not even pain.

"Wow!"

All the ashes in the mouth were spewed out with a guttural sound that didn't know whether it was a scream or a roar. They were flying and twisting in the air, ignoring the fate of falling and extinguishing, relying on the nutrition from the mage absorbed in just a short moment Rapid expansion.

It feels like the thickening of the tree trunk. The new part inside squeezes out the original old bark, forming folds, and the mass of ash is also expanding. Although the black on its surface has not faded, it shows more and more More and more dense red cracks.

Dust **** are flying, it is so hot and shining, that everything it passes seems to be covered with a layer of black veil, their original color has not changed, it just looks so dim in front of the newborn sun .

It flies very slowly, so slow that no one can react, slow enough to extend a moment to several times or even dozens of times the somatosensory time. This slow-flying sun, born from the wood and fed by the mouth of the gray robe, is now the size of a human head, and even has its own slow rotation.

Of course, Long Xiong sensed the threat of this sudden flying object. Although it was too late to dodge, it still instinctively protected its arms in front of its chest. Thick protective liquid. Even if the liquid is not solidified, it can resist ordinary swords. If it is solidified, it can temporarily cover Longxiong's body with a layer of scales.

But does it make sense? Under the gaze of Cheese, who was still smoking green smoke in his mouth, the weird gray ball finally came into contact with Long Xiong.

There was no sound at all, it seemed to be swallowed up and burned out. The fur and thick hide that the giant bear is proud of, and even the carapace resembling dragon scales, all disappeared without a trace at the moment of contact. There is no ignition process, no burning process, everything is compressed into one place, so wherever it goes, it is as if the paint on the canvas is directly erased by a knife and shovel.

The ashes burned for the only time in the dragon bear's body, it ignited itself, and the heat emitted created a spherical gap in the giant beast's body, UU reading www.uukanshu. com then disappears as if it never existed.

It was not until the body of the giant bear fell to the ground that Yoni and Pinwei moved their arms covering their eyes, looking at the wreckage of the creature that was still alive just now in disbelief and as a matter of course. At this moment, cheese's voice came faintly,

"water…"

To tell you the truth, it's really hard for a guy who just swallowed a handful of burning sawdust to talk. Although protective measures were taken in advance and no serious injuries were left, the pain and burning will still torture the mage for a long time in the past few days.

Compared with the results, such a cost is already negligible. Because even the gray ball just now failed to pierce through the thick body of the dragon bear, so it burned up inside its body. If you use other less expensive spells to attack it, the effect can be imagined.

"Ahem, it's ok." Asking the apprentice to stop and pour water into his mouth, Cheese turned his head and spit out a large mouthful of black-red liquid. The pool of water made a hissing sound as soon as it touched the ground, and it evaporated quickly by itself, leaving only some blood mixed with charcoal ash.

"Take care of the blood. We have to hurry up, the sound just now will inevitably attract something."