The trial of the gray robe of adulthood was once regarded by Cheese as a simple test of whether the apprentice could apply the knowledge he had learned reasonably. But after many years, he saw other gray robes that had been tested one after another, and he gradually had a new perspective on this trial. The Frost Guardians stationed on Dragonspine have a cruel tradition that has been abolished, and when the children of the clan reach the age of sixteen, they are only allowed to carry a spear into the dense forests of the mountains. To be recognized, he or she must return to the clan with a prey no smaller than an adult boar.

This extreme rule has been abolished for many years, and interestingly, it was not because anyone found it too cruel, but simply because the valley began to trade with Dragonspine, and the Legion had enough resources to feed more of its people. In an environment where there is no way to make a living, there is never any warmth to speak of. Similar rituals or traditions can be found in other cultures, where children must prove their ability to survive independently when they reach an old age, and the limited resources of the group cannot provide for those who are useless. This type of tradition is often referred to as a coming-of-age ceremony.

The coming-of-age trials of the grey-robed are also a kind of coming-of-age ceremony. It's just that it's relatively mild, because with the methods of the gray-robed apprentices, if they don't want to die, there really aren't many things in this world that can kill them. But in addition to testing survivability, this trial also has a more complex meaning. The Grey Tower is not a settlement in some treacherous environment, and the Greys are not required to hunt or farm within this group, and they will leave the Grey Tower even when they reach adulthood. This is also the biggest difference between the trial and the ordinary coming-of-age ceremony, which is to prove that the individual can serve the group, and the trial is...

It is to let the apprentices leave the Gray Tower naturally. This sense of abnormality finally became clear at this point, and Cheese understood at this moment what was wrong with the adult trial. The gray robes that have passed the adult trial have basically not remained in the gray tower anymore, not even people like the sleeper. It wasn't so much an exam given to them by their teacher, but rather a way by the Lord of the Grey Tower pushing his apprentices out of the tower, deliberately throwing them into a world of variety, leaving them deep into it and never to return. The Lord of the Grey Tower doesn't want his apprentices to serve him after passing the trial, quite the opposite.

He wanted them to live for themselves. It's as if he had planned that he would disappear one day, so he started to let the chicks learn to be independent. But he still didn't expect that those chicks who had left the nest at first glance had been watching his back from afar in the shade of the trees, and when his back really disappeared, their panic began to appear. Teacher, did you expect this? If you didn't, you would have miscalculated. If you have, then you are cruel, compared to that nominal trial, this is the real rite of passage. You want us to kill ourselves as apprentices.

Thoughts, which stop because they draw conclusions. Of course, it could also be that those arms had touched his ankles. Since Cheese had already destroyed Dionysus's body first, it seemed that the other party had no reason to stay. The arms that flew from all directions fell on the body and were about to tear the mage into pieces and tear them into detritus that were not human-shaped. Being in the opponent's territory, surrounded by attacks that you can't dodge, your arms are weak and you can't cast spells. This is a desperate situation, isn't it? Such a desperate situation should not occur too many times for a gray robe who is accustomed to planning and then acting. The last time it appeared, it seemed to be because of a fire.

"I don't need to tell anyone not to look me in the eye this time. Cheese muttered to himself, the magical glow in his eyes gradually changing to another color that was difficult to describe. So the world, in his observations, came to a standstill, and the hands that were desperately clutching at his clothes and flesh seemed to float in the air. The chain-like tattoo reappeared, causing the mage to feel a sense of pain soaked in boiling water all over his body.

This kind of pain was not felt when the human body of Dionysus was destroyed just now, why? Was it because the emotions that were so high at that time that the body forgot the pain? No, probably not, this kind of pain is really not easy to forget. So why didn't these chains work before, when the power that erupted was even stronger than it is now. Unless, at that time, I was not using the power that it needed to restrict. Yes, it seems that I really didn't know much about myself before I knew about the outside world. But also, who can really structure themselves down to the smallest detail?

The mage in pain thought as he walked out the door, in such a state, whether it was magic, arms, or wooden doors, nothing could really hinder him. And as he was about to walk out of the room, a faint voice came from the roots of the tree behind him, as if coming from deep water, "Are you going to escape? How many times can you run away like this?"

Cheesehead continued to walk without looking back, and replied in a calm tone, "I have come here to meet a man whom I and my fellow disciples call Dionysus. He is also a gray robe. Now, there is no such person here, only an inexplicable ghost thing that doesn't even have his own body. I'll tell you one last thing, although I can't use source magic, I know that in the shamanic world, there is no concept of self. Their metamorphosis, their travels, and their distractions are not for themselves, but for their unconsciousness of taking advantage of the trend. You're different, you're so self-conscious, devouring and enslaving other creatures, it's not a primordial spell at all, it's just a matter of sewing onto yourself like a stitching monster. Just follow that worm and exist in such an ugly form until you destroy yourself. ”

When Cheese walked out of the hollow, he realized that he was missing a classmate in the world. Without his human body, Dionysus's lack of consciousness does not go away, he will use his magic to flow between different forms, but it takes time and energy to adapt and assimilate those forms, so he can drive bats and ground bears, but can only possess trees to command severed arms. Maybe one day, the contents of that hollow will become a terrible monster for the trouble, but that will be a long time later. The current cheese doesn't really want to care. In that cave, he witnessed the fall of a Grey robe, and destroyed everything that was a Grey robe with his own hands.

The shadow of the knot, the elder drawn in the afterglow of the setting sun, cast a shadow like a gallows in front of the mage. Cheese took a deep breath and stepped over. His robes rubbed against the blades of grass on the ground, and the dry blades of grass ignited in an instant, turning into sparks that drifted in the wind and fell on the knots. The knots on the sides of the lonely wood have all turned into torches, and interestingly, they are the only ones burning, and the fire doesn't seem to be interested in anything else.

"Chirp!" the goshawk shouted in the air, causing the grey robe to look up. He was sure that he had sent the falcon back to its owner before, unless the latter sent it out again.

"They still have the energy to keep an eye on me, does that mean the recovery of Nuisa is going well?" It wasn't this former grey robe who spread the power of worms among the wolf lord clan, Dionysus only cared about himself. That means that Lothar and they may face some opponents they don't expect.

"Let's go back quickly. ”