There was no problem with the judgment of the cheese. Because it didn't take long for him to say this, the tide of the battle changed. The cow, it turned out, stood up!

"Moo!" roared hoarsely than the previous two, as if he were undergoing some very painful punishment, and the black bull began its transformation. First the muscles of the hind legs begin to expand unnaturally, then the hips, then the waist, then the chest, and finally the forelimbs and neck. In the continuous roar, in addition to the outer skin, the inner body of the creature is rapidly transforming in front of everyone, from a bull that everyone can understand, to a monster that exists only in legends and myths.

Minotaur, or rather, Minotaur. No one knows why this creature or monster came into being, as is the case with most of the world's aliens. What Cheese knew was that there was indeed a similar specimen in the showroom beneath the Grey Tower, but because it was so old and the spoils of an adventure in the youth of its founder, no one dared to dissect it or study it more closely. Moreover, the mage was very skeptical that the thing in front of him was really a minotaur.

No one knows what the skin-skinner's true face is like under those skins, maybe he just changed his form and forcibly propped up the skin of the bull into a half-human, half-cow appearance. As if to confirm Cheese's conjecture, he keenly observed that there were many places on the bull's body that did not stick to the muscles normally, but fell bloated, but in other places, such as the upper limbs, the originally thick cowhide was stretched and thinned, and the black and shiny fur even showed signs of cracking. All of this made the mage even more sure that it was not the skinned person who had turned into a minotaur in front of them, but that the skinned person had modified the skin on his body to make it look like this.

So, is there any benefit to the skin-skinners of forcibly propping up the skin of the bull to turn it into a half-human monster? You know, although the bull's attack is nothing more than charging and kicking, but with the terrifying power contained in the huge body, the yew people can't resist its wrath. Coupled with the fact that its skin is not as simple as pure cowhide, the Yew people's bows and arrows and wooden spears are difficult to pierce and cause real damage. After becoming a skinned person who walks upright, the leather on his body is bound to be damaged by this contrary state, and the stretched part will also turn into his cover door due to the weakening of his defenses, and this change is really irrational despite his oppressive appearance.

Cheese is not a skinner, so he thinks that such a decision is unwise and even wrong. And if he really knew the Skinner, and if he really knew that anomalous beings like this had a fear of the only nemesis in their lives, then he could no longer accuse the other party of being reckless. Because the skin-bearer did it for the simple reason that he was in a hurry. The mage and the others, who had undergone surgery and were trapped in the fairy mist, did not know the exact time of the outside world, but the skinned person knew. So he would rather fight the Yew people in the morning light from the Breath of Dawn behind him than wait for the damn fog to clear and be reduced to ashes by the rising sun. It was ridiculous, and for him, it was an unacceptable death.

The Yew people didn't know this, they only knew that their opponent had changed from a four-legged bull to a monster nearly three meters tall with a bull's head in front of them. The elves didn't retreat, and they really didn't need to retreat, as Atta said, no matter how strong the Skin-Skinning Man was, whether he could pinch the Yew Man into sawdust with one hand, he lacked the means to really kill and injure these mercenaries. The battle with the Skinners seemed like a game to them, and although it was difficult, there was no real danger. They have enough time to keep repeating the course of the game until they win, as long as they want to.

As the battle continued, the rampaging minotaur poured out unparalleled power with its liberated upper limbs, and its original pair of bull hooves had somehow turned into palms with three thick fingers, and anything caught by this palm, whether it was a wooden spear or the yew man himself, would become as fragile as a rag doll. The two-meter-tall Yew Man surpassed the average adult in terms of strength alone, and even a warrior like Lothar, who used heavy weapons all year round, was reluctant to compete with them for muscle. But in front of the skinner, the power of the yew people is nothing.

"I suggest you find a way out of here now. If that big guy gets rid of these treants and comes at us, I can't handle him. Lothar's eyes twitched as she watched as the minotaur grabbed the foot of a yew man and swung it like a club to hit his companion. Of course, if the situation does not allow it, the Count will still carry his tomahawk to face his opponent, but if the experience of the past few years has taught him anything, it is that sometimes, it is not a shame to recognize the reality and deal with things in a timely manner.

"I'm looking, but the fog is rejecting me. Lothar didn't understand what Cheese was talking about, he had been trying to do it long before the Yew People were attracted to the Skinner, but the fog spread by the elves was as elusive as they were, and the mage thought he had seized the slightest opportunity, and then disappeared again in an instant. In his magical vision, the flow of magic in this mist was changing from moment to moment, and he couldn't grasp the point from it, let alone crack it. However, what the gray robe can't do doesn't mean that others can't do it.

"Can I try it?" Atalanta's voice trembled, she was frightened, the twisted power that the minotaur displayed was different from that of the bull, and she could only feel pure violence and mania in it. She wanted to get out of here, desperately wanted to get out. The discomfort that can be caused by exposure to elven magic is nothing compared to that. This is actually the best way to overcome one fear, and that is to show another, deeper fear.

Cheese hesitated, and there was a slight instinctive resistance in his heart to the fact that it was not up to him to solve the puzzle. But when he saw Atta's eyes, he nodded quickly and put his left hand on the latter's shoulder, "I'll lend you my vision, don't be afraid, follow your instincts." ”

What the Fairy Eye can see, the Magical Vision may not see, and vice versa. Perhaps in Atta's case, her eyes can help her quickly identify what is related to the elves in her surroundings and how they work, but they also limit her thinking, which means that her method of solving it must follow the logic of the elves. But now with the other horizon offered by the mage, the situation is different. The grey robe offers a way for female swordsmen to break through their limitations.

Maybe it's because of Cheese's early warning, or maybe it's because Atta has lived among the ever-changing goblins since she was a child, and she is receptive to magical vision faster than she can imagine. In just a few seconds, there was no surprise or confusion in those sky-blue eyes, and instead a quick and cautious look at the surrounding scene.

"She's going to be fine, is she?" asked the shaman in a whisper, and in his opinion there was no absolute difference between the cheese and the skinner.

"Don't worry, Batu of the Antelope Division. This is the grassland, and the spirits will not abandon us, even if they appear in a way we have not seen. ”

As if to respond to Wu Qi's words, a vague figure appeared in the opposite direction from the Skinning Man and the Yew Man. Atta was the first to spot it, and immediately pointed there and said,

"Follow her! she'll take us away!"