Spells are very subtle things, and each caster has their own way of casting spells, and they all think that their path is the right one. This is not surprising because people always have a simple formula in their minds that if they are not correct, they will not succeed. Now that his spell has been cast, the surge of magic and spell gestures will not deceive people, and it will definitely be effective.

This sequence of logic is very smooth, but there is a hidden danger in it: how can we see that there is only one way to cast spells in this world? How can we be sure that the map in our hands is correct, and the destination in the hands of others is meaningless? This is of course a complicated question.

As for Cheese, his training in the Grey Tower had already told him the answer. That is to take the facts as the criterion and the situation as the measure. Therefore, the gray robe never thought that his understanding of magic was the optimal solution to the way of magic, and even he did not think that such an optimal solution existed in this world.

Especially after going through so many things, Cheese looks a lot calmer than when he first arrived at Longji Mountain, and seems to have his own style and certain rules, but he knows in his heart that the more he goes into this world, the more he will seem to know what he knows, and a lack of personal style can only drag himself down.

"Do you think those furry boys can stop these monsters?" the old man in the pointed hat shouted at Cheese as he slumped sideways to dodge a hardhead fish rushing past him. The frequency of these fish attacks is getting higher and higher, and it is obvious that he can't be immune to the dazzling light alone, and under this kind of persecution, even if he is unwilling, he has to join the cheese in their response.

The water shield in front of Cheese quickly disintegrated in the impact, but the mage did not waver like his spell, and turned his head to face forward, his eyes shining with inspiration, "I choose to trust them. ”

Trust is not blind, and being able to choose to believe in a companion who has not proven itself before in such a crisis environment is both courage and gambling.

Cheese looked at the hat in his hand, it was not a magic weapon after all, it had been damaged by the impact of the fish, the edges of the straw hat were broken, and some of the grass stems were protruding like abrupt bones left after being shaved clean.

Passive defense was never the goal, the purpose of defense must be to brew a counterattack, and now that he has seen the hope of turning the situation around, there is no reason why he should not make this fight. For this, he can pay something.

"I'll apologize to the fisherman later, but he's probably expected that. Cheese sighed, reached out and pinched the grass stalk sticking out of the edge of the hat, and pulled it out violently!

This draw is like suddenly pulling out the most critical piece of a stack of carefully arranged building blocks, and although the lost part is small, it makes the whole group of building blocks collapse with a bang. The original intact hat had a tendency to scatter immediately after a grass stalk was extracted, which was exactly the purpose of the gray robe, which was to use this magical fishing gear that could block the impact of the fish as the material for his own spell, so as to buy time for the twins to cast spells.

"This..."Normally, when the gray robe casts a spell, his companions are probably only concerned about its effect. Now it's different, several people present are spellcasters, even Luo Luo, who is the least like a mage, has his own way of perceiving magic, in other words, they all have unique ways of spell attainment.

Therefore, their views on spells and spellcasting naturally do not be the same as those of non-spellcasters, who consider Cheese's spells to be very incredible. This kind of incredibleness is not to say how much light the gray robe releases in the world of magic and how much energy is disturbed, on the contrary, his spells are terrifying.

The momentum on the magic level is small, and the changes in reality are not small at all. I saw that the hat was pushed in front of him by Cheese with one hand, and it rotated clockwise rapidly, and with the strength of its rotation, more grass stems spread out in the air as if they had regained life, and they seemed to be clinging to invisible branches, winding in a general direction.

Soon, the hat was dismantled to a tip area less than the size of a fist, and the web of grass stems that had spread outwards from this point had quietly enveloped most of the ship. Do you need such long grass stalks to weave a hat? Are those sticking out really grass stalks?

Skilled magicians can pull out dozens of handkerchiefs from their cuffs, and street performers can pull out endless hemp ropes from a limited clay pot, these are still stepping on the gray area of magic and magic, and in the world of magic, it is never difficult to do more with less. The stalks of the cheese stopped the schools of fish rushing in from all directions, and the thin ropes of grass floated in the air as if they had built an invisible stone wall, no matter how they collided, they would not fall.

It's just that Cheese's spells are by no means as easy as outsiders seem, and while the outstretched palm of the gray robe holds the hat, it is also deeply penetrated by the hard thorns on it, and the red blood flows into the originally dry veins of the grass stems, which gives them unreasonable abilities. And this method of using plants is naturally the thorn witch from the blue lion, which has become a cheese specialty for a few years.

This may explain why Cheese's magic spell fluctuates so little from the perspective of magic, after all, it is the work of witches, who are natural spellcasters and have always been known for their stealth and power that is not commensurate with the fluctuations of magic when casting spells. Therefore, the first reaction of the few people present was that Cheese was a witch, but they thought about it, it is not for nothing that there is magic to change appearance, but the witch disguises herself as a man?

It's boring and funny, because the slightest spell she casts loses the point of disguise. So, if Grey Robe wasn't a witch, how did he learn and use such a spell?

Secrets often mean power, at least for spellcasters. After Cheese showed his methods, even the old man, who had always had a bad attitude, became much more honest, quietly holding the crystal ball and watching the hardhead fish being stopped by the grass stems one by one, and falling back into the water unwillingly.

The Dancing Girl was less focused, and her spell-casting abilities were so special that she couldn't learn other spell-casting genres, so she turned her attention to the two twins standing in the middle of the deck with their hands clasped in pairs after confirming the effectiveness of the Grey Robe's spells. Don't forget, Cheese's spell is buying them time.

On the other hand, Scar's condition was still deteriorating, and although Wei Ya had poured him some kind of magic medicine that seemed to temporarily stabilize his injuries, such a serious injury could not be easily cured by potions. Watching his colleague's breath gradually fade, and the breath in her mouth carried an unsettling hoarse voice, Wei Ya's eyes began to have a dangerous light flashing. Of course, she wanted the ship to return, which was the only possible way for Scar to be rescued at the moment.

But her sanity as a mage told her that the team wouldn't do that, after all, the vampire who had recruited them had made it clear to them that the operation was a three-team operation, and that neither team was allowed to retreat. But she didn't want to see Scar die either, he was a teacher in the City of Ten Thousand Laws, and he was among the best spellcasters in her mind, just like her.

So, what to do?