Whether the cheese's nose bone was broken or not was of no significance to the mage at this time. The indescribable soreness from his nasal cavity and the blood pouring into his respiratory tract made Cheese have no way to resist for a moment. All he could do was press his face with his right hand to try to relieve the pain.

On the other hand, Harold III's intention was to use this attack to make Cheese let go of his left hand that was gripping the blade of the axe. However, judging by the sense of restraint coming from the weapon, it is clear that a single head hammer is not enough to tear off the thorns growing from the witch's ring. The Grand Duke of the Blood Axe was not discouraged by this, he clearly saw the current state of the cheese, for this seasoned warrior, the current mage was as weak as a lamb to the slaughter.

"Buzz!" as the executioner's punch slammed into the mage's jaw, a piercing beep enveloped Cheese's hearing, and the impact of the successive blows to the head continued to rattle the mage's brain. Just as Cheese's consciousness was about to blur, some of his protective mechanisms kicked in.

This protection mechanism does not come from anyone else, as a spellcaster, the loss of consciousness is not much different from death in many cases, and unfinished spells, interrupted mana can destroy its owner in an instant. So as a qualified mage, Cheese, like his fellow disciples, will impose some protective measures on his consciousness to prevent this.

Of course, the limitations of such measures are significant, and they can only be effective when certain pre-defined situations arise. That's why Cheese can't keep his consciousness alive in the streets of flesh. But now, when Cheese was about to lose consciousness from the blow to his jaw, the spell worked its part.

The preset magic controlled the mage's right hand to complete a series of gestures uncontrollably, and when Cheese finally pushed out his right hand, an invisible force burst out along his body! This force was so powerful that it tore the mage's clothes apart while knocking Harold III's body away from Cheese's side. Only the robes from the Grey Tower were left, saving the mage the embarrassment of being naked.

"Bang!" The Grand Duke of the Blood Axe, who was knocked away by the invisible force, was thrown about twenty steps away and fell to the ground fiercely, he looked at the gray-robed man with an incredulous expression, although Cheese had also cast some spells before, but it stands to reason that this direct spell should not be able to hurt him with the witch hunting knife in his hand. And he noticed that his weapon, Hearn's Hand, had not been blown away with it, and that the tomahawk was still firmly in Cheese's hand.

All that was left was the gray-robed mage half-kneeling on the ground, the blood flowing from his face dripping onto the ground and accumulating into a small red stain. Magic protected Cheese and quickly recovered from his injuries, albeit at the cost of a period of weakness that would inevitably accompany the mage afterwards.

Jack, who was already about to rush to the rescue, saw that Cheese had stabilized the situation again and stopped halfway through. At the same time, he was the only one who noticed that when Cheese was hit by Harold's punch, for a moment, the color of the magic in the mage's eyes became extremely confused. However, after only a short time, the magic in Cheese's eyes returned to normal. And under the gray robe that Jack couldn't see, the countless dense runes on the neck and back of Cheese were gradually dimming.

......With a breath filled with the smell of his own blood, Cheese finally regained consciousness under the influence of the protective spell he had exerted. At the same time, the mage is also truly aware that even if Harold does not use a witch hunting knife, his physical fitness and reflexes may not be comparable to him. The arrogance that had been burning after being baptized by the raindrops of the first rain was extinguished here.

"Well, it seems that what the teacher said is indeed right. A wizard should look like a wizard. Cheese whispered and got up from the ground. Although he only had a gray robe on his body, no one present could see anything under the gray robe. A creepy feeling quietly crept into the hearts of all onlookers.

"Hah, that guy finally knows what he's supposed to do. Jack said to Lothar, who was beside him, "So I don't have to keep an eye on him." After all, there's a real prey waiting for me here. ”

The Count of Montenegro was a little puzzled by his companion's words, but before he could ask Jack what he meant by prey, the two men not far away moved again. And this time, it was Cheese who took the initiative.

The shape of the mage's left hand was now completely unrecognizable, and a large number of thorny vines spread along the mage's left hand, engulfing the Hearn hand in it. But before it was played, when the witch hunting knife was completely submerged in the thorns, the thorny vines began to twist into a strand of wires, as if Cheese's left hand had turned into a long whip of thorns.

As Cheese swung his left hand at the executioner in the distance, the whip whipped with a terrible wind.

"Smack!" the crisp sound of the volley signaled that the vine-made weapon had not hit its target. The figure of the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe is long gone. I saw that the Grand Duke did not panic at all after his weapon was snatched, he half-crouched and only relied on a few movements to avoid the trajectory of the long whip, and at the same time casually drew a short sword from the waist of the onlookers. Although the weapon in his hand was only iron, there was not the slightest cowardice in his eyes.

"I have to say, you're one of the best fighters I've ever met. At this moment, Cheese said suddenly.

Harold III did not answer the mage's words, and cautiously circled the edge of the field, avoiding the range of the thorny whip while looking for an angle from which to approach the cheese again.

"I think only the Knight Captain of Lyon can match you. Compared to you, our Count of Montenegro is still too young. The mage shook his head as he spoke, his gaze not fixed on the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe, for there was no need for him to do so. More than the naked eye, the magic of cheese has been locked on Harold III.

Just as the mage shook his head, the executioner, who was only about ten paces away from him, slammed into the attack, and this time the short sword in his hand did not attack the cheese's neck again, but aimed at the gap between the mage's ribs, straight to the gap in the heart.

"Unfortunately, your weapons can't protect you now. Cheese's voice was still talking, and he seemed completely oblivious to the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe charging straight at him.

Harold III was in front of the mage again, his dagger almost touching the robe on Cheese's body. However, this small distance is destined to be as far away as the heavens. Because on the ground at the feet of the cheese, countless tiny thorny vines have formed a large web with thorns. And the executioner, whose attention is all about the mage, becomes the prey of the net that inadvertently strays into the net.