Names are a power. This sentence can be interpreted on many levels. For example, in the context of philosophy, names represent the ability to describe things that actually exist and abstract hypothetical concepts, and when people begin to discuss a certain issue, it becomes extremely important that these names accurately correspond to the subject they actually want to refer to. These names are inseparable from the production of a rigorous logic or doctrine, and they can serve as a ladder of human thinking and reasoning.

For wizards who also use language as a carrier of spells and knowledge, the power of names is even more tangible. For example, every demon and devil has a name, and they are the opposite of the casters who deliberately try to hide their names, and the demons and devils can't wait to spread their names because they have a higher chance of being called out of the abyss into this world. Interestingly, however, in many stories, the names of demons and devils have always been a powerful help for people to defeat them and banish them back into the abyss.

The name Cheese now has a similar effect, the name he got from the brains of the flying insects, and the only information in the brains of the weird insects that thinks repeatedly. The mage guessed that the name was the being to which the parasites worked, or at least the name of the being that gave birth to them. Whichever one it is, it's worth a try. Because when he dived into the river, the gray robe had already noticed that the current of the river was not as clean as it seemed. In the shadows beneath the sun-drenched grains of sand at the bottom of the river, there were more things that had not been revealed, and to be honest, Cheese didn't want them to wake up, and dealing with the weird bugs was enough to bear.

"Lin Pu! Sividru!" As several of them had to peek out of the water to breathe, Cheese raised his upper body to the surface and shouted the name to the flying insects flying towards them. The name shook in the mage's throat with an incredible vibration, and Cheese could feel that after he uttered the first syllable, the person who recited the name was no longer himself, and the vague syllables from the flying worm's brain were naturally changed into a clear and sonorous shout, and the tremor had not dissipated after leaving his mouth, shattering the water around him!

So in the surprised gaze of the others, the originally menacing flying insects stopped advancing, and they hung there like soldiers who had suddenly lost their target. The mage shouted the name again, this time intentionally infusing it with magic, and for a moment, as the sound waves enveloped the swarm, Cheese's consciousness seemed to extend to the insects, just as he had done when he had controlled the grass on the ground. The gray robe, who was no stranger to this feeling, easily ordered the insects to retreat, and at the same time was surprised to find that it was not because of the difference in the conduction of sound between the water and the air, that he did not feel any presence in the water that was induced by the name. The water here is not pure, but at least it is not infected by parasites.

A few minutes later, the few people who had just been forced to jump into the water climbed ashore wet, there was no way, although I didn't know how long Cheese's spell would work, the cold water river in the grassland was too cold. The sun seemed to warm only its surface, and the temperature of the river was already stiff under the palm-width surface of the water. If they stay any longer, it won't be long before they want to climb up. In particular, as a cat-like creature, his aversion to water has changed from physical discomfort to psychological sadness.

"You should have used your spell sooner rather than when we're all soaking wet!" the cat elf, who looked like he had lost two circles due to his wet hair, grumbled at the gray robe as he shook his body, but no matter how angry his tone was, the appearance of his eyes covered by hair was not terrifying.

"Ahh He quickly took off his wet clothes, trying to dry his body a little, but after taking off his shirt, he noticed Atta, and the clothes on his lower body were dripping with water and left on his body.

As for the female swordsman, she was not in a good situation, in short, Atta's condition was between that of Kailas and Batuu, why do you say that? That's because although she didn't have wet hair like the cat goblin, her long maroon hair and the pair of beast ears were the ones that were seriously affected, and if she didn't make a fire and dry it immediately, it would only be a matter of time before she contracted the wind chill like Batuu. But does the current situation really allow them to do so?

"Buzz, buzz!" The swarm, which had been dismissed by the name of an unknown existence, began to agitate again, and Cheese was not in a hurry to use the same method to disperse them, and there would always be problems if the same trick was used too much. This wasn't surprising in magic, especially since his current approach, which was close to a fox and a tiger, and reciting the name of that existence too often would probably have the opposite effect. After all, most cultists are happy to dedicate themselves to the gods they believe in, and who knows if these worms will swarm and turn the reciter into the next corpse.

"You run down the river, don't stop until you get to where we camped last night. "At this point, the mage doesn't think that his companions can play any role, and the next thing he will face is likely to be a head-to-head confrontation with the forbidden existence, which is not a battle that ordinary people can meddle in. But what he didn't think clearly was, if that was the case, why couldn't he convince these people to stay outside the danger zone and wait for him?

"Batu, don't wrap your clothes around you, the water-soaked fabric is the best barrier, we can use it to shoot those bugs off. The voice from Atta seemed to have completely failed to hear Cheese's words, and the swordswoman's sky-blue eyes shone with high fighting spirit, and she re-tied her hair with the string she carried, her face full of eagerness.

Encouraged by her, both the boy and the cat fairy quickly picked themselves together and began to try to find a way to defeat the flying insects. It's just that none of the methods they can think of seem to be so good in the eyes of Cheese. But that's enough, they've proven their choice, and since they don't want to run away, there's no need to drag out the fight in their favor any longer.

"I call to you, I praise you, I pray for you, come down to me!" "Divine summoning is a trick used by the priests of evil gods, who can use the names and sacrifices of evil gods to pull a part of the body or consciousness of those unspeakable evil beings into this world, to their place. Cheese uses these tricks too, and while he doesn't know what his name represents, it's worth a try, isn't it?

But what he didn't expect was that with the exit of the spell of the Divine Summoning Technique, it was not a dark cloud or fog that followed, but a violent earthquake that made people's legs tremble!

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