Dawn of the Grey Tower

Live, this description may have other meanings from the mouth of the cheese. Because no matter how you look at it, those fresco warriors have nothing to do with living creatures. Even shadows that can change their form will not be as dumb as they are.

From these soldiers, we can’t see the things that life should have. When those things are smaller, they can be joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and when they are bigger, they can be a more subtle feeling. This performance is especially reflected in man-made things. That is, tools.

That kind of clear purpose, unilateral limitation, non-independence that can't be completed by oneself, etc., instinctive judgment tells Cheese that these fighters are just tools.

But they are living tools. It is undeniable that they will be affected by the dark magic he is currently using, which shows that the driving force of the mural soldiers is not something else, but the same vitality as the vitality emerging from within him. .

This is interesting, because judging from the internal structure of the soldiers just defeated, even as a container of vitality, they are not qualified. There is no structure in which the vitality can be retained or rooted at all. Wearing yellow sand and paint is like making a moving doll, even for magic.

Not to mention, they were still mural symbols before.

"Wow!"

When the quicksand fell, the monster with the human face and lion-like body changed into the original appearance in front of the gray robe. The cheese looked down at his palm. The blood vessels on it and some black lines resembling blood vessels have spread, like the flower and vine pattern in the decorative painting, following the runes on the palm, it began to spread all the way, and it was about to grow to the back of the hand. On the trend.

"Since corrupt magic is used, why should you bear the cost yourself? Although your spells are limited, you can still find a substitute."

The old man's voice came from the depths of the pool. The corrupt magic in his mouth was the more widely recognized name of the dark magic that cheese was using.

Legend has it that this spell came from a mage who can quickly turn fallen leaves into rotten soil. He provided these rotted fertilizers to areas with poor food production. However, people soon discovered that he used the fertilizer made by his magic. In the fields, not only was there no good harvest, even the crops that were barely alive were quickly withered.

But it was too late to stop it. At that time, the influence of corrupt magic had spread to many cities and towns, and the consequence was that the small country where the disaster broke out went directly from a bad harvest year to a famine. But no one knew why that mage would do that.

Indeed, for today’s wizards and black magic learners, the original purpose of the infamous wizard who invented and turned this spell into is no longer testable, but everyone who has learned this magic knows that corrupt spells are actually the same. Its visual effects are different.

Corruption spells are not spells that steal lives, they are spells that destroy lives, and the weapons that destroy are other lives. In other words, the vitality remaining in the fallen leaves was not drained, but transformed into a kind of anti-life force, which turned it into a terrible poison, although only for crops.

Cheese is doing the same thing now, he is using anti-life force to offset the life force in the mural soldier, thus letting it die. But his method of casting spells is different from regular black magicians in that he did not use a medium like Fallen Leaf as a source of anti-life force, he directly used his own life force. This cannot be equated with the direct service life, but if this consumption is too large, it can indeed lead to various bad consequences.

"It's not necessary. The vitality in these creations is incredibly fragile. Although they are indeed tough, it is still easy to destroy them by magic. To deal with them, I don't need a substitute." Cheese said, with the palm of his hand. He met the big knife that was slashing at him.

The big knife is a whole with its owner, and the knife is more like an organ on the soldier in the mural. Therefore, when the palm of the cheese touches the blade, it is equivalent to touching the opponent's body. As a result, the corruption occurred again, and the black lines continued to expand, and there was already a small black line that looked like a young snake crawling on the back of the mage's hand.

If the black streaks spread to the entire palm, the situation will become very bad. This is something that cheese won't tell the opponent, and the opponent doesn't care at all. If a mage lacks control over the spells he uses, he will fail in basic skills.

For example, it's like a chef chopped off his finger while cutting vegetables, and a soldier broke his arm while wielding a warhammer. Although they deserve sympathy, they must also be pity.

Cheese naturally knows how much loss his spell will bring and how long he can maintain it. He separated the attack with a portable lamp, and cleaned out the people in the way with corrupt magic, and walked towards the pool in the center of the room step by step.

The pool seemed nothing special at first glance, but it was more like a thick layer of grease floating on the surface, hiding the real situation in the water below. Gray Robe believes that these pool waters are definitely not for good-looking or clean-up needs, and there is probably the key to driving this room.

Of course, if his guess is correct, there will inevitably be more resistance to approach the pool, but there is no way to go back anyway, why not move forward?

"Strong and fighting. Is this the apprentice you taught? Or, is this the only one?" The old man raised his eyelid and said slowly, then stretched out his finger and gently pointed towards the pool. "Kill him."

It can be clearly felt that after the three words were uttered, the speed, strength and combat methods of the mural soldiers have undergone a huge change. When these yellow sand and pigment monsters rushed toward the cheese fiercely, Gray Robe found that he really didn't have a good way.

This is not to say that the magic in his hand has failed, but that he only has one palm as an effective weapon after all. When multiple attacks hit his body, pain and physical damage are bound to be inevitable. Inevitable. If he insists on moving forward and fails to find a new way, then he is likely to be beaten to death before touching the water!

"cheese!"

The cat fairy saw that the situation was not good, he ignored the condition of the weapon, and he wanted to step forward to help with his claws. However, the gray robe did not intend to fight to the death. He immediately retreated when he sensed the opponent's madness. Although he still suffered a lot of blows, he was lucky to have the robe body protector, but it was painful. Those soldiers mostly used knives as weapons. The strength is not enough to break bones with a blade.

"Oh, it's troublesome."

At this point, the cheese's mood is not very good, he is restrained everywhere, his steps are restricted, and he can't use spells and force, and his heart can't help but become angry. He subconsciously thought that he still had a means that could function unconstrained, but he suppressed it as soon as he changed his mind.

His opponent this time is not an evil god, or a cultist, so he shouldn't use it here.

"We still have to figure out how the anger came from."