Dawn of the Grey Tower

Cheese felt that there was something wrong with his enchantment on the staff. He should not make the holder of the staff not fall, but should make the owner of the staff run as fast as a horse.

But no matter how fast the horse is, it will be exhausted in this wasteland. Because the vastness here is extraordinary, not to mention that there is not even a reference landmark in this vast wasteland.

Whether you are a human or a horse, you need to rely on landmarks to estimate your position and the distance to a certain place. If there are no trees, no mountains, or even grass on a piece of land, then no matter how close the place is, it will be far away. Without the sun, getting lost is almost inevitable.

Is the cheese lost? not at all. He was just tired from walking, even though the Curse Crow had put him as close to the gray tower as possible, it was still quite difficult to walk this distance with his legs.

Was this intentional by Curse Crow? For a little revenge on Cheese's stubbornness? I'm afraid not, because when getting off the sled, Cheese himself forgot how far the road actually was. He and the cursed crow made a sled as soon as they set foot on the ice field, and it was convenient for them to travel. Awareness of distance and speed.

Who can blame this? No one can blame it. A person who is used to working in a carriage will forget the hardships of walking; a person who is used to eating sweets will not be able to get used to bitterness.

Anyway, it was a bitter fruit of his own making, and he should have asked Cursed Crow to give him some materials, even if it wasn't enough to make a sled, it would be easier to make a snowboard.

However, there is only snow around him now, endless snow, even if he holds the alchemy dice in his hand, it will take him a long time to turn the loose snow into materials that can be made into transportation tools.

And when you stay in place and wait for the materials to be generated, it's better to walk a few steps forward to get warmer. Fortunately, cheese is not worried about the problem of supplies. He is no longer the former self. Surviving on this snowy field is easy for today's mages.

Bite off a piece of cold bread casually, the magic-enhanced dough is not hard in the mouth, but the cold and soft taste still makes people feel weird.

Put the leftover bread in your pocket, and when you take it out next time, it will be whole again. Don't get me wrong, the cheese in the hand is not too much to eat. It can feed a country's endless rations. It is just that several portions of the same food are compressed together by casting a spell in advance, and finally presented in this way, which is easy to carry magic dry food.

The craft of making this kind of travel food was provided by Curse Crow. If he had known about this thing earlier, perhaps the journey to the City of Ten Thousand Laws would have been easier.

No, it won't. At that time, he had friendly companions by his side, and it was good to eat bark with them, and he would not feel too sad if he could not find food and starve for days.

Unlike now, he must always pay attention to his physical fitness, and consume nutrients steadily and tediously.

"I remember, it was here." No one in the wasteland would talk to him, so he had to talk to himself.

Cheese talked to himself and lowered his body while supporting the staff, using the bottom of the staff to push away the snow layer, and then inserted his hands into the thicker part, bit by bit digging out the snow that had been squeezed quite firmly.

His digging didn't last long before his fingers touched something hard and cold, an ice layer, or rather, an ice surface.

The wasteland is not completely without terrain, but people can hardly perceive the changes under the snow. Just like the ice lake in front of Cheese, maybe no one knows about it except him.

So, what can this ice lake bring to Hui Robe? The answer will be revealed soon. Cheese took out a chisel, which looked like it had been around for some years, because it was in his hand when he left the gray tower to perform the adult trial.

The chisel pierces the ice, only a shallow layer. Cheese picked up the pepper wood staff, used it as a hammer, and hit the upper end of the chisel down.

He could have achieved this effect faster and easier with alchemy dice. But he was still using the old chisel with great difficulty, which meant that there must be some reason for this.

The reason is actually very simple. Carving a boat and seeking a sword is a rather ironic or even funny thing in reality, but in the world of magic, using something to carve a special pattern in a certain place is already a ritual in itself.

So when time passes and someone does it again years later, what was buried will reappear, what was lost will be found.

What was the cheese ever missing here? In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that the immature gray-robed apprentice seven years ago can't leave anything that can help the gray-robed mage today.

However, some things are not the newer the better, such as wine, the longer the time, the more mellow it will be. The not-so-complicated magic circle has been engraved. The former cheese didn't think that anyone other than himself would be bored enough to bury the treasure here. Now the cheese only feels that he was too careful at the time, the password to open the door, It should be simpler in design.

"Get stuck!" Those who walked on the ice were most afraid of this kind of sound, the clear and crisp sound of the ice cracking.

Cheese was standing on the ice, but he wasn't worried at all. Because the ice here is too thick, even if it is broken, there will not be a hole that allows him to fall into the water. At most, it will only break an ice hole that is just as big as the magic circle.

As expected, the ice cave is only about the size of a magic circle. Cheese poked his staff into the ice hole, and after groping for a while, something hooked up from the cold water below.

To be precise, it was a package of things. Only the iron ring on the top of the frozen leather was exposed. It was obviously carefully designed to facilitate salvage at this time.

The cheese threw the ice ball onto the snow beside it, then raised the pepper tree high, and smashed it hard at the ball.

The ice cubes shattered, and the leather spread out. Most of the baggage contained debris that Cheese had to discard because he lost his sled.

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"I hope it still works." What the cheese picked out was a small cup of white powder, to be precise, a small cup of ashes.

The ashes don't belong to anyone, or even a beast. It is a one-time prop made by Cheese who collected leftover bones for a long time in the restaurant of Huita and fired them together.

The gray robe stretched out his fingers, took some powder from the cup, and applied it to the center of his forehead. In many stories, there will be gods or monsters with a third eye, and their eyes are often in the middle of the forehead. Those psychic practitioners also mostly claim that the eyes that people can see spirits are not the left eye and the right eye. The eye, but the hidden eye located at this position.

Cheese didn't want to be psychic. He smeared the ashes between his eyebrows to ensure that the things he prepared recognized him as the master.

Mixing the ashes of a large number of creatures, and reorganizing the shape under the influence of magic, it must be dangerous.

"I remember that at the time it was not set what kind of image it would appear. I hope it is an animal that can ride and run fast."