What kind of battle is a mage''s fight? Use magic to create gorgeous illusions, and then take advantage of its unexpected thunder? Or does it drive the flame and thunder and lightning to use the great power of nature in a divine manner and submerge the ignorant in front of them? Or is it with a drop of blood and a hair that kills thousands of miles away and takes the enemy among the armies?


    These are the caster''s tools, but that''s not a fight. Fighting does not mean that you wear animal skin and stick while I ride a horse and hold a lance. To oppress others with skill is deception, and bullying without killing is abuse. The battle is close, if not equally matched, at least both sides have a chance to win.


    At the thought of this, cheese''s mouth showed a wry smile, which was obviously because he had been with the grey lion''s knights for too long. Casters are efficiency machines, and they don''t care about what kind of fight, what kind of balance. Because in their view, there is no existence that can not be defeated in the first place in the world. Everything that exists must have weaknesses. What seems invincible is just because you have not analyzed it deeply enough.


    Since everyone has a chance to defeat everything, and naturally there is a chance to defeat each other, as long as everything has the ability to think, it can be said that everything is equal, and all fighting and violence can be called fighting.


    Since the debate in the head has been put on hold for a while, the issue itself does not need to be discussed so seriously, because the fight is never unilateral, and for both sides involved in the battle, there will certainly be different interpretations of the activity. Then you, son of the evil god, you have no doubt learned of my coming. What kind of battle will be between us in your opinion?


    Was it an ignorant mouse that broke into the snake''s cave? Did the poor bear knock on the door? Or, you don''t have the same thoughts at all, you just eat everything around you that you can eat, and exist for the better?


    If that''s the case, you may be the most rational creature. Clearly understand their own demands, with all means to meet it. This is already more than most people live to understand.


    Unfortunately, for you, my understanding of you is also meaningless, you just want to know if I can eat, good or bad enough. Is that so? Or are you hiding your deeper purpose with that greedy face?


    "My spell won''t last long. You''d better act while there''s still air."


    Weia''s voice completely pulled cheese out of her brain. Unlike the enemy who can still think freely at present, although the female mage does not lose the ability to move, the expression on her face and her slightly shaking body show that her heart is not as calm as she hopes to be.


    That''s normal. Fear doesn''t disappear with an experience; on the contrary, it intensifies.


    "It doesn''t matter. I can solve this problem." The eyes of the grey robe burst out a strong magic light, and an unnatural wind appeared around him. The wind direction expanded in all directions and returned with fresh air.


    It''s not magic, it''s just the natural effect of cheese. Magic is very much like water in many aspects. It naturally wants to merge with the same kind in the vast nature, so it will stir up the blank environment here.


    In fact, it''s not just the air, but the sand under their feet is moving slowly because of what cheese has done, but it''s not intuitive because there is too much sand here. It''s no wonder Druids think that nature has some kind of life will beyond the body. The wind around the grey robe is very difficult, otherwise people associate it with jubilation.


    But its exultation did not last long. As the huge fleshy flower opened its petals and revealed its ugly core, the suction from it would swallow all the fresh air from the magic communication. If cheese hadn''t deliberately controlled the range of magic, I''m afraid magic would have become the food for that thing.


    "Well, it doesn''t seem to like me to open the window for ventilation. This is a gloomy guy It doesn''t sound like cheese would say it, because it''s not.


    Every time Elsa had to clean his study, she complained in a similar tone to the cheese with the window closed. Although this is not his tower in the Valley City, he felt the cool wind around him and said it unconsciously.


    Think about it, this trip has been out for a long time. At that time, I didn''t say goodbye to Elsa when I started. I was too depressed at that time.


    "It doesn''t matter. I''ve recovered."


    The sorceress did not know who cheese was talking to, nor what kind of recovery he was talking to. All she knew was that with the words said, the magic light in the gray robe''s eyes turned into mist, which fluttered out of his eyes with some kind of illusory color. This is a phenomenon that the caster who is very skilled in magic manipulation can only see in a few mages in the city of ten thousand Dharma.


    A few seeds, from the cuff, fell to the white sand under the feet. Take out the medicine bottle, pour out the water in it, and pour it on the seeds. The sleeping life is awakened, and the buds begin to protrude.


    But it''s not a cheese attack, because in such a barren land, even the seeds stimulated by magic need time to grow. This is the ambush he buried for later defense and counterattack.Worm offspring, on the other hand, do not turn a blind eye to those who invade it. By swallowing it, it knows that someone has entered its territory with hostility. In addition, with the magic of cheese, it looks like a bright candy. It is eager to eat him.


    So, the huge flower opens again, but this time, instead of absorbing it, it spurts out large black particles into the sky!


    Through the magic vision, cheese can clearly see the true nature of those particles, each with biological individual, but also with the mother of them is inextricably linked. Flying insects? A little trick.


    At the thought of this, a sneer appeared at the corner of the grey robe''s mouth. He had already clasped the oil pot in his hand. As long as the flying insects approached, he could use the fuel in his hand to give them a gorgeous trick that no circus fireman could get.


    It is conceivable that the buzz of flapping wings did not come, and the black particles did not mean to fall. They were still rising. They grow ballooning tumors on their backs, swallowing the fog around them, and turning themselves into water droplets suspended in the rain clouds to maintain and even rise in the air. But although the height is not close, the distance between the black spots and the ground of cheese is rapidly shortening.


    "What are they doing?" Naturally, the female mage noticed what happened here, but she didn''t understand the other party''s intention. Why don''t those black bugs get close? What are they planning?


    The grey robe was silent for a few seconds, and his hand holding the oil pot relaxed a little. He had already understood the intention of the other party, so he knew that the fire in his hand might not work. "Have you ever seen a goshawk preying?"


    "When the goshawk preys, it will fly to a very high sky, higher than most birds. In fact, they can''t fly very fast, and their bodies are not flexible. But they can still be repeated, whether rabbit or other birds, can not escape the eagle''s claws. The secret is that, altitude, by climbing and then folding its wings to dive, it can attack from above at a very high speed, and its prey has no time to react. "


    "You mean those things are thinking the same thing?"


    Cheese didn''t answer her, because at the same time, the black spot in the sky had quickly released the gas in the air bag and hit the two people down like hail!


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