The figures walked slowly, so slowly that Cheese and Kailath were bored as they stood there waiting for them to rush over. When a humanoid figure fell from the tree and fell to the ground because he was holding a knot in his hand, the cat fairy finally couldn't help but decide to say something, "Shall we wait here for them to crawl over, or shall we have a meal first?"

The grey robe shrugged, noncommittal to the joke. Although the enemy in front of him seemed comical, his instinct told him that he should not be underestimated when facing such an unknown opponent. Especially after seeing the gray-green river water at the water source before, the mage didn't think that these parasites were such a simple thing. So instead of letting his guard down because of the way his opponent showed it, like Kailas, on the contrary, while waiting, Cheese had already sprinkled some powder on the blade of grass in front of him.

"Spirits, what are those things!" Somewhat unexpectedly, it was not Atta who recovered from the shock earlier, but Batuu. It's just not good news, as Cheese is now busy building up defenses that might be used, and the cat elf obviously won't explain anything to him. The falconer of the Antelope tribe had to face a new round of fear on his own, but fortunately, he was not without companions, and as the shadows passed over the grass stems, the eagle with wings spread began to hover above his master's head after completing his mission, waiting for the next command. Naren's presence reminded Batu of a series of things that had just happened, and he also figured out the current situation, and made his own judgment, "It's those things that pollute Tianmu!"

The angry boy draws his cutlass and intends to exercise his devotion to his faith, and he is not afraid of death, because a glorious death in battle will make him a member of the starry sky. But Cheese stopped him, "It's not time yet, there are only four of us, and any one of them is a huge loss now." ”

The mage didn't say anything, some things can't be done with magic, one more person can save a lot of trouble, and the main thing is that any attrition now will have a serious demoralization blow to those who are still alive. Besides, in the eyes of the gray robe, it has not yet reached the point of death. In terms of numbers, it is true that the forces of the two sides are not on the same level, but he is a mage! magic, to a large extent, can reduce the disadvantage caused by insufficient numbers. Moreover, they do not necessarily have to kill all the enemies.

"Let me try this spell, it doesn't stand to reason that it will be as effective as a witch to unleash. Touching the palm of his hand with the earth, Cheese's eyes emitted a strong magical glow. In the time since the rat-man plague, he has reflected on his shortcomings on many levels, not least of which is the type of magic he is good at. During the Nezumi Plague, Cheese had to face many enemies outnumbered by his own, and as a fledgling grey robe, he had a lot of magical knowledge and was far less sharp and deadly than the casters who writhed in the world. This is mainly due to the fact that training in the Grey Tower does not emphasize the combat ability of the apprentices, especially the ability to attack. Now, cheese is to make up for this part of the gap, and there are only two ways to make up for it, either create it yourself or imitate the people around you.

The grass that grew on the ground turned into thousands of ropes, which were manipulated by the mage to pull down and tie up the humanoids that approached them. This was a spell that the Thorn Witch was good at, and Kolandi was quite good at controlling the plants around her, especially the ones with vines. It is never difficult for a mage to control the movement of plants, and even make them grow or wither quickly, as long as they understand the structure and habits of plants, cheese can theoretically affect all plants through magic.

But that was a mage's method, in other words, a means that anyone with magical powers could use to learn it, and even if the Grey Robes simplified the process and reduced the amount of magic and energy required to influence the plants, it was still a way that needed to be achieved gradually according to a certain procedure. Witches, especially witches like Kolandy, don't do that when it comes to casting spells. Rather than Cheese being able to figure out how his magic works every step of the way, and when and where it needs to be used to achieve his goal, witches' spell casting is very random and broad in the eyes of the Grey Robes, who rely more on intuition and a sixth sense when casting spells. Interestingly, such an imprecise cast often yields much better results than the Grey Robes in a simple operation. This was evident when Cheese forced back the Greylion Alliance, if it weren't for the fact that he had used Kelanti's ring as a spellcasting medium, he would never have had the power to destroy the ballista and control the Greylion's soldiers. And it was precisely because the effect of that spell was so good that Cheese first chose Colente as the object of imitation.

It feels amazing to cast a spell with this kind of instinct, and it feels like your own nerves are sticking out of your palm and connecting to the veins of a grass through the ground, temporarily turning them into a part of your body. And the action of controlling these grass stems is as light as controlling your own fingers. The joy of the successful spell made the corners of Cheese's mouth rise unconsciously, and he even had a very bold idea in his mind, if his nerve-like magic was cut off in the grass's body, would it dissipate naturally? Or would it gradually become a part of the grass, and at some time let the grass have some kind of ability that no one of its kind possessed? Now is not the time for experimentation, but the question is interesting and can be saved for later study.

"Hey, don't laugh, those things are going to blow up. A reminder from the cat fairy came from his ears, awakening the mage who had thrown himself into control of the grass. Cheese looked up, his gaze was a little shorter than before due to his half-crouching, but even so, he could see several swollen lumps standing on the grass, which, combined with the sensation coming from the palm of his hand, was supposed to be a human figure wrapped in the grass he had wrapped in. The worm-driven shell is swollen, reminiscent of the chrysalis that the worm that ejaculated from the river turned into a chrysalis. At that time, Cheese's throwing knife interrupted the chrysalis process, but he later dissected the pupa and concluded that the contents were indeed changing towards some other life form.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The explosion was accompanied by black smoke flying out of the swollen bag, and the smoke formed mushroom-like shapes in the air. And judging from the sound of flapping wings coming from the mushrooms, these mushrooms are not the kind of species that will obediently lie in the shade and wait for people to pick.

"Ignition!"