Although the cheese is very angry now, he still can''t give the things he just got to anlina at the first time. Because between his position and anlina''s room is the battlefield. The mage didn''t want to get involved in this battle. Even though he might have the ability to stop the battle, he didn''t want to commit any danger by himself when he realized that some of his disciples had already brought moloc assassins into the tower. If they want to fight, let them. Thinking of this, cheese decided to visit sleeper first.
Fortunately, the sleeper''s room is not separated by the battle. It is in a small corner above the middle of the ash tower. Even its door is nearly half smaller than that of others. It can only be used for people to enter. If the visitors are bigger, they will be stuck in the door frame. Cheese stood in front of the door and waited for a few seconds. Generally speaking, the grey robes would arrange the perception measures for their own room and around the room. The practical significance of knocking on the door is far less than the politeness it expresses. This time cheese stops is telling the sleeper that he is coming and that he is not hostile. It''s also about giving the other person time to think about how to treat the visitor.
However, the sleeper is worthy of being a different type in the whole gray tower. After waiting for the door to open automatically or the message of refusing to meet in the door for nearly a few minutes, nothing happened. Cheese blink, silence can be seen as a kind of refusal, just let the other party waste time without reason is the pursuit of efficiency of gray robes do not like to do things, so they always do not take silence as a response, this should be the case with sleepers. The inexplicable waiting and the unstoppable fluctuation of magic between the upper and lower sides intensified the mage''s anxiety. He narrowed his eyes and flashed a rather bad guess in his brain. Maybe it was not that the sleeper did not give him a response, but that he could not give him a response at all?
In normal times, this kind of speculation is based on the fact that the other party is busy with the experiment or is unable to get away from certain affairs. In this case, the grey robe will leave consciously, because whether it is meditation or other similar magic experience, it requires the whole attention of the experimenter. It is dangerous and impolite to disturb. But now different from the past, when he was in the crack of two battles, cheese had good reasons to think that sleeper was involved in another battle. And no matter what the outcome of the battle, the sleeper can''t do anything.
When he made up his mind, the mage had a plan to break the door. But it''s not easy to rush into another grey robed room in the gray tower? Which grey robe does not wrap up his room with defensive magic and other witchcraft? If he wants to enter the door, he must first give up a series of incantations and codes to open the door? Cheese didn''t think the sleeper was an exception, because his misty eyes had already seen the mysterious lines on the doorframe, which he was not familiar with, and he had reason to believe that it had something to do with sleep and dreams. Cheese doesn''t want to dream, especially at this time when every minute counts. Although entering the game first and then breaking the game is the standard process of breaking the opponent''s defense system, he plans to take a shortcut today.
The iron amulet was firmly held in the palm of his left hand. Cheese didn''t know whether this small piece of iron was enough to destroy all the traps that a grey robe had built around his residence. But this is the quickest way. As long as the interlocking traps are destroyed by the cold iron, he is sure to destroy the whole system along with that little clue.
"Come on, it''s time for you to do your best." The master whispered, and slowly put the left palm and the cold iron in it on the door.
"Zi!" The temperature from the cold iron gave cheese the illusion that it was holding a piece of red iron. But even though he has lost his sense of the left hand, he still has no plan to retreat. When holding the iron in his hand, he couldn''t use his magic vision to observe the changes, so he had to rely on something beyond the magic, those hidden inside his body, which he could ignore, suppress and forget in recent years. "Huff, puff." The blood vessels around the eyes showed a strange color, which was not the eye color that blood should have. The original white eye gradually disappeared, and everything in the eye socket became less real. In the end, only two points remained, as if the light from hundreds of millions of stars were shining from his eyes.
"Broken." The mage''s right hand reached into his arms, took out the dagger he had just picked up from the Morlock corpse, and quickly nodded three times at a certain point on the door, "poof, poof, bang!"
His third stab had a far more than usual effect. In a light sound, both the dagger and the door were detonated by invisible forces. The former completed the weathering and decaying that should have taken thousands of years in a short time, and turned into a dust that drifted away from the mage''s fingers. The latter, like being heavily hit by a small siege hammer, burst a hole with the thickness of an arm!
Without more hesitation, the cheese reached into the door along the hole and pulled the bolt behind the door. So the door immediately became an ordinary wooden door, and even could not wait to open it without waiting for the cheese to force it. The mage''s eyes recovered, but his white eyes were still filled with frightening blood threads, which was a sign that blood vessels were on the verge of rupture. It took him some effort to pull the amulet off his palm and skin himself. Cheese put the amulet into the pocket of his robe. Later, he had to deal with the dead skin on it. Otherwise, his enemies might get the material for casting magic. The wound on the palm of the hand can only be placed in this way first. Now wrapping the cloth can only cause severe pain.After paying a rather painful price, cheese finally enters the sleeper''s room. The layout of the room matches the narrow door. Unlike most grey robes, which are used to place book collection notes and worktables in the room, the sleeper''s room is terrifying. As the mage walked through the narrow porch, he appeared in the room in front of him. There was only one bed. Next to the bed was a wooden strip hanging on the wall to serve as a table. In addition, there was only an equally small door leading to the toilet and bathroom.
There is a sweet and greasy smell in the room, which makes people drowsy. The source of the fragrance is the copper incense burner on the wooden table. Cheese covers his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and he''s not sure if the smell is harmful. However, the owner of this room must think that it is not, because he is now safely lying on the small bed, wearing a large gray robe, a large number of gray hair pouring out of his hood, reminiscent of the roots of the old tree. Sleeper, there is nothing to doubt. The badge on his robe has proved his identity. It is an eye with pupil on the eyelid after it is closed. This eye grows on the top of a tower.
At first, cheese thought he was late and the sleeper had died in his room. But just as he was about to examine the body, the slight snore showed that things were not what he thought. The sleeper, like the name, is sleeping soundly. The mage blinked and began to feel more and more pain in his left hand. His worries and actions were mocked by snoring mercilessly. Fortunately, the irony didn''t last long. When strangers were already standing by the bed, even the sleeper would be awakened.
"Well..." Some confused murmur came from the hood, and the human body on the bed began to wriggle slightly. And cheese at this time found that the sleeper, seems to be a woman.
"You are late. Hachet I thought you wouldn''t come, so I lay down again, ha The ointment is in the third jar from the left. You are responsible for repairing the door of my room. If you want the spruce on the Longji mountain, you tell the people of the frost corps to cut it, and I will send someone to get it. " The sleeper rubbed his eyes and said that it made people wonder if she was just pretending to sleep.
The cheese tilted his head, turned to pick up the ointment in the sleeper''s mouth, which was full of light green paste like substance, sending out a fresh fragrance of grass and trees, "just a little scald, not so much Druid elixir."
"Well?" The sleeper uttered a heavy nasal sound, and fiddled with his hands for several times. He pulled the hair out of his eyes, revealing his reddish eyes. Judging from the color of her hair, she was undoubtedly suffering from albinism. "Strange, I saw that your whole left hand should be half cooked. Hachet Come on, you''re late anyway, and it''s common for dreams to go wrong. "
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