Dawn of the Grey Tower

There are many kinds of wins. Many times, we subconsciously define winning as a complete victory for one party, but this is extremely one-sided, and the reason is likely to come from the game logic we accept.

In fact, the previous games are not like this. It is not that one party wins and wins everything, and the loser loses nothing. It is not a game, it is a duel or a gambling. Earlier, the winning or losing of the game was actually regarded as less important by the people participating in the game. The reason is simple. Once there is an absolute win and an absolute loss, the game is over.

It sounds clear, but what about after it is over? Will there be new games? Or do you mean the end of the game?

A game is not an act of pursuing results, otherwise it would not be a game.

Therefore, those who really understand the game will expand the limited game that determines the outcome of the game into an infinite game. In an infinite game, losing and winning are only phased, like the four seasons, so there is never a spring to win. In winter, summer defeated spring, because strength is only a temporary appearance, and under the appearance is a larger context.

Cheese knows this very well, because he experienced this situation when he was in the valley. He understands that often the temporary victory is not to end the game, but to allow the game to continue, as it is now.

Is the duel between cheese and old man a game? Of course not, at least not here in Grey Robe. But obviously, in the eyes of the opponent, this probability is a game. Otherwise, he would not intentionally reduce the extent to which the mural soldiers attacked the two, and would take the initiative to stop instead of directly adding to it when there were other means.

If you regard the current situation as a card game, then it is time for the old man to play the cards again.

"Yes, before we continue, can you tell me how you noticed it? Do you have research on death magic? But if that's the case, your dark magic will never be so loose."

The old man's voice was a little cheerful. He was not mocking the dark magic skills of cheese, because for a spellcaster of their level, the corrupt magic just now was really too crude to use.

"Inference. Your methods are indeed exquisite. My magical vision cannot see through the appearance of these puppets. Before my companion knocks them down, I can't imagine their internal structure will be so pure. So I can only find another way, through What I saw and what I knew was to speculate. Since corrupt magic is effective on them, I turned to guess the origin of the life energy in these creations. In the end, I concluded that they all came from the spellcasters in this city. Your school is responsible for burying the dead mages here, and of course they can also take the opportunity to collect the last ray of anger on the dead. That ray of anger is the core of these puppets."

"Oh? Reasoning. Yes, really good. But from the point of view of realization, it is much harder to use logic to infer than to see and feel directly with magic. Let alone the last ray of anger, how do you feel? Know?"

Cheese raised his eyebrows. He understood why the old man would ask. Generally speaking, no wizard will carefully study the process of death, because death is an irreversible process. Even if you know how it brings living creatures to a silent destination, you cannot interrupt or reverse it.

Unless it is a doctor who needs to avoid responsibility, he will teach the apprentices the signs of death, and tell them that if they see these signs, then no matter what wealth and benefits the other party promises, they should not try to treat them. To say that it is possible to come into contact with the secrets of this, I am afraid that only the mages of the life school are the only ones who have to find out whether the person they buried is really dead after all.

"Unfortunately, the research of your school is indeed beyond the scope of my usual research, so my source of information and your guess should be different. The one who told me this was another person from far away. The fisherman, he told me that in his hometown, the deceased would be parked in one place for a long time with a blank sheet of paper on his face. This is an intuitive way to ensure that the deceased really died. He just didn’t have the breath to blow up that piece of paper. He said that after a person dies, the body will not die immediately, and there will be a little bit of vitality remaining in the body. The purpose of stopping the spirit is to wait for that vitality to dissipate."

"Haha, I didn't expect it, it turned out to be a funeral custom for you to find the reason for cracking down on my soldiers. Should we say good luck? No, we all understand that luck is just an excuse to push out changes that we don't understand. You do Very good. You have kept your curiosity about the world, absorbed and understood what is behind the experience. In this way, maybe I should increase the proportion of scholars sent from the university to the outside. It might be a loss to keep them here."

Is it a funeral custom? The corner of the cheese's mouth showed a touch of playfulness. What the fisherman told him was not as simple as the custom in his opinion. It represented another way of looking at the world.

However, this is not something that needs to be corrected, because he is not very clear about the world from that perspective. He has only had a preliminary experience when he first breathes out, and then used all the Qi to stabilize Uni’s injury. Just cut off this feeling.

This concludes the conversation, as subtle as the teacher's assessment of a student's project. The mural soldiers in the room did not return to the wall. They still entangled the far side of the room, always posing threats.

Strictly speaking, Cheese did not really win this round. As just said, the so-called winning or losing is only a small part of this contest. He and Kailas found a way to survive among the soldiers, but Relying on Requiem alone, they couldn't destroy all the soldiers here. So it was not that the threat was eliminated, but the threat was suppressed, and it became less lethal for the time being, nothing more.

Kailas took a few deep breaths, UU read www.uukanshu. com finally got the breath out when the two mages, one old and one young, were talking. He even thanked the old man a little. If the other party hadn't called to stop, the cat goblin would have passed out due to lack of oxygen.

But this is not a real game after all. Although it is disguised as a game, its content is fatal. After the original mural warriors were unable to effectively kill the two of them, the other side would naturally use more deadly methods.

"Since we just mentioned the issue of black magic, you might as well try to make up for the missing parts. Black magic is always related to death, in other words, it is also related to life."

After the old man finished speaking, he exhaled slightly. That breath pushed the head of the water like an entity on the surface of the pool, leaving arrow-shaped ripples flying towards the two of them. After it disappeared at the boundary of the pool, there was a brief silence.

"Sand." Kailas's fairy eyes clearly caught the magical breath disappearing there. It was the yellow sand left by the mural soldiers who had been knocked down by them before.

The next moment, the yellow sand rolled up, like a big hand, straight to the two of them.