"Roar!" Migo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Cheese was intact after the Dragon Burn baptism. The inner worries turned into monstrous anger in an instant, and the dragons had no habit of reasoning among themselves, and whether it was right or wrong, they preferred to use the most primitive body language to explain their thoughts. The enraged red dragon let out an earth-shattering roar, its wings flapping and charging towards the silver-white foe. The silver dragon was undeterred, and the two creatures capable of destroying the city and the country quickly collided again in the air.

Cheese, after confirming that Migo was not worried about his life for the time being, diverted his attention, the dragon's breath would greatly deplete their physical strength, and the silver dragon should not have time to face him again in a short time. Besides, there was another thing that caught the mage's attention even more than that, and that was the Morok sculpture behind him. It must be said that the Sculptor's Fire is indeed worthy of its name, and the hideous expression of the ugly assassin standing five steps behind the mage at the end of his life has been preserved intact, along with the dagger in his hand.

It's not funny at all. Cheese asked himself if he hadn't noticed when there was such a tailgator behind him, had he been ambushed in the dragon's lair a long time ago, or had he been following him from the hallway, either way of which might have made him unhappy. He thought that the corpse of the Moroc in the corridor was already a very dangerous thing, but he didn't expect that there were still living Moroks in the Gray Tower, and it seemed that he was going to attack him. What does that mean? Did he get in the way of anyone in the tower?

The mage quickly wondered if the Sleeper would have suffered the same fate as him, but that thought was quickly dispelled. The Sleeper is in his room now, and Cheese knows very well that the Morlock can't sneak in, so the Sleeper should still be safe. Anger began to burn in his heart, and Cheese was now tempted to postpone his trip to the City of Ten Thousand Laws for a few days, and instead make the man who had brought such an ugly and brainless assassin into the Grey Tower suffer a little. The person who stopped the idea of a mage was An Lina.

When she appeared in the dragon's lair, Cheese didn't know why, and he didn't feel the slightest surprise. And he could also tell that An Lina, who was standing in front of him at this time and was interested in observing the Morok who had been turned into a statue by the breath of the silver dragon, was not herself. Clone, this is not a great ability for vampires, as a life form driven by the blood of the True Ancestor, as long as they are willing to let the blood of the True Ancestor out of the body, even the weakest blood clan can do so. The only difference is that as a True Ancestor, An Lina not only has her own reserves of True Ancestor's blood that makes vampires crazy, but she can also slowly produce and restore her own blood. For her, the doppelganger, a trick that seemed dangerous to the rest of her kind, was quite useful.

"You let them fight, and now they've brought soldiers. What's next?, build fortresses, fight each other?", Cheese said, pointing to the statue in an accusatory tone.

Ann Lina didn't answer Cheese's question immediately, she reached out and stroked the sculpture that still had a residual warmth, "Do you think any of us will waste our time training these stupid creatures and forming them into an army?" In the face of Cheese's accusations, Ann Lina is by no means as calm as she seems, and as a human who knows her best, Cheese can feel the emotion in the other person's words.

"What do you mean...", sometimes you don't have to say it too clearly. Allina said that there is no problem, although the Grey robes can do a lot of things, most of them spend their energy on how to explore the deep problems of the world, so they are not used to building the power system around them. Maybe taking in one or two Moroks as helpers is something they will do, but cultivating Assassins in an organized way?No, mature Assassins are not something that can be trained overnight, and that will inevitably consume a lot of energy from the trainers.

An Lina pressed her finger to her lips, the meaning of which was already clear, these Moroks, not some gray robe from the Grey Tower, they were invaders. Cheese's expression changed in a second, and the speed and magnitude of the expression, and the richness of emotion were even amazed by the female blood who raised him. In fact, it is not difficult to imagine this, although for An Lina, the Gray Tower is just a foothold in her long life, as she has experienced before, and may experience in the future. But for the gray robe who was born, raised, and grown up in this tower, this tower can even be said to be sacred, and what it can represent is probably all the qualities that a gray robe recognizes and pursues.

Now, someone told such a gray robe that their tower had been invaded. What does that mean!, Cheese felt something in his head change rapidly, the mood mixed with indescribable impulses that made his eyes glow from azure to gloomy purple, and at the same time there were a few hints of indescribable things mixed in.

Rarely, very few events and scenarios can irritate a trained caster out of control, because in the course of their meditation, they have already imagined the bad possibilities, either actively or passively. Therefore, the caster is not afraid of threats, what they have to explore is far more terrifying than everything in the sun and moonlight, and they have long been prepared for doom. What can really make the caster out of control is often the slander and destruction of their spiritual sustenance. This spiritual sustenance may be some logical way, some world-changing discovery, or something tangible. The gray tower is one of the spiritual sustenances of cheese and even most gray robes.

Cheese's loss of control did not surprise Ann Lina, on the contrary, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips. There are some things that she has to let him know, but knowing doesn't mean being involved. The female vampire approached the mage, apparently rather slowly, but by the time Cheese reacted, her hand was already on his chest.

"The Ash Tower is suffering a catastrophe, an unprecedented catastrophe. And all you can see now is only the appearance of disaster. Destroying the appearance is just a useless lingering breath. What you have to do is to get to the crux of the problem and address it at its root. So go ahead, as the sleeper said, now, it's time for you to leave. ”

With a slight push of the hand, the mage's body flew backwards uncontrollably, falling from the edge of the platform and into the howling wind and snow.

"Migo, don't let him fall to his death. ”