There is no doubt that the opponents drilled out of the murals are cheese and Kairas, which have never been seen before. These two people can''t answer the questions of what characteristics these soldiers who have changed from plane to three-dimensional, what their bodies are made of, whether they are creatures or more similar to magic statues.


    But soon they will know something about them, because after the things in the murals completely expanded into a three-dimensional state, they immediately attacked the grey robes and cat goblins. The front of the rush is an existence that looks similar to human beings. The reason why it is similar is mainly because its facial features and muscle contours are drawn, which is very unnatural.


    It''s like that a person outlines his nose, ears, cheeks and more muscles with heavy and thick black strokes.


    This makes it and other similar mural soldiers have a sense of separation, as if they are not a whole, but something pieced together by organ parts. At the same time, because of the style of the painting itself, the pieced together materials are far from those in reality.


    Generally speaking, if these soldiers go out of this room, they will make everyone who sees them say "monster" sincerely, and then they will feel panic and have nothing to do. Fortunately, neither cheese nor carras was surprised for long.


    "Try the sword first and be careful." in fact, when the grey robe proposed, the figure of the cat goblin had taken the initiative to meet the funny and grotesque enemy, and the sand sword in his hand suddenly took shape.


    Sand grains form the body of the sword, the handle of the sword and the blade of the sword. The sand grains are moving, squeezing and whispering, making a sound like a rattlesnake shaking its tail. Holding the sword, Kairas could feel that this strange weapon from the bottom of the desert seemed to be excited.


    It seems that the hunter who has been hungry for too long has seen the prey for a long time and can''t wait to rush up and enjoy it. The Kairas holding it is like the cold reason in the hunter''s brain. He suppresses the impulse of hunting, approaches his opponent gracefully, waits for the other party to stab out the long gun, then turns over, steps on the gun, speeds up running, and sends the tusks composed of sand into the other party''s body!


    "Gollum!"


    It''s not like the sound of a blade piercing into the body, but rather the sound of a large amount of liquid at the mouth of a narrow pipe when it is poured into a narrow pipe. The color visible to the naked eye spread upward from the part pierced by the sand sword, followed by the fading of the color on the mural soldier.


    In the end, the sand sword became colorful, and the soldiers in the painting faded into a sand doll, and then naturally began to collapse.


    With a successful blow, Kellas turned over and returned to the cheese, "Good news and bad news. The good news is that my sword seems to restrain these things very much. The bad news is that it may be full for a while. To be honest, I can''t lift it. Although I can''t tell what it sucked from the monster, it can''t inhale more in a short time. Even if it can, it will become a state that I can''t use."


    "It doesn''t matter. I have some guesses about their composition," cheese said calmly, with a magic light flashing in his eyes.


    This is not an empty statement, nor is it a means to intimidate the enemy. After only one fight, the mage understood the essence, or part of the essence, of these mural soldiers.


    That is the main material that constitutes their bodies, still the things that draw them on the wall, the pigments. The sand sword of Kalas absorbs the pigments, so the soldier turns back to dust. The pigments unite their loose essence like the obvious splicing lines on them, so that they can form their bodies.


    "Keen insight, but how can you turn what you know into practice? This is my mausoleum. In my tomb, you can''t mobilize anything." the old man in the pool whispered, and what he said was also true.


    The magic light in cheese''s eyes became more and more intense, but the substantive magic did not appear. He could not mobilize anything. Every trace of air here belonged to the old man before being inhaled into his body. Now he is like a soldier bound by his hands and feet, and his martial arts have nowhere to focus.


    It''s ok if they are witches. Their natural magic will not be limited; if they are shamans, it''s not impossible. After all, the power of the spirits is everywhere, and they are also not bound by mortals. Only mages, mages are speculators. When everything around them rejects them, magic just makes their eyes more frightening and useless The power of.


    However, is the current situation really like what the other party said? If the other party can really make everything here refuse to listen to the magic influence of cheese, in fact, he can''t even raise the magic light in his eyes. The gray robe is surging, and the big and small symbols on the robe flicker and move. The dice symbolizing infinite change roll in the hands of the mouse, which seems to symbolize what.


    Cheese, took a deep breath. Kellas shook his ears and turned behind the mage. At the same time, two mural warriors came to them. Then there was a silent roar.


    "Hoo!"


    Legendary giants, their exhaled air will become a storm, and their heart beat is the sound of thunder. Cheese can''t do this naturally. He fills his lungs with air, and the exhaled air is just a strong wind that makes people unable to move temporarily.


    The next second, the light of the knife and the heavy hammer flashed under the gray robe. The cheese''s right hand machete and left hand lantern attacked the two soldiers respectively!


    "Well, I said you''re very strange. You don''t refuse the force of people who don''t know magic. As a mage, it''s too greedy."


    The machete cut on the mural soldiers, only a very shallow trace. Although the upper body of these mural soldiers seems not to be wearing armor, its hardness is no less than that of metal.


    But that''s enough. Rust began to grow on the blade of the machete. The rust peeled off from the blade and scattered. In an instant, it turned into countless small black beetles, and went into the soldier''s interior along the cut.


    On the other hand, the lantern made by the dwarf smashed an obvious trace on the chest of the mural warrior, but the ensuing magic did not happen, mainly because the breath of dawn was too important for cheese, and he was reluctant to use it as a medium of magic.


    Besides, it''s enough. As those black beetles entered the soldier''s body, the mural soldier immediately waved his knife again, but the target changed from cheese to a companion who had just been hit by a lantern!


    If there is no media, create media. In fact, it''s easier to use your own blood as casting material directly, but it''s too careless to bleed in front of hostile casters. If the other party takes a blood sample, it will directly lose all possibilities.


    Now this situation can only be said to be forced to find a way to delay for a while in a situation where there is no way. To fundamentally solve the problem, cheese needs more information.


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