Jumping from the back of his high-speed ghost horse to an equally massive worm clinging to a huge tree that was crawling to the sky with a dead herdsman's rider with a scimitar in hand was a thing that was confusing enough to describe in words. This confusion comes from combining too many things that would otherwise be impossible to happen or combined, and connecting them together with crude logic. But there's no way around it, and not everyone can encounter ghosts or see worms like evil gods, but there will always be times like this, right?

The sudden pause of the mind at a certain moment, the thought that had been dominated by the veins in the mind, is thus interrupted and becomes a pure question, why am I here? This subtle sense of unreality is so real and so powerless, that it makes the life we experience sometimes seem as unreal as a dream. Memories and traces were clearly left not so long ago, and a long time had passed since they were noticed, but after a few hours of transportation, the sight in front of them was no longer the same as the people and things living in it. Perhaps only in the story will the development of all things have a context that can be relied on, because the stories are made up by people, and people themselves cannot control themselves, so how can they add accidents that they can't control in the stories they create?

What should a trip on the steppe be like? Cheese would have had a very clear imagination months or even weeks ago, the vastness of the world, the lonely traveler who fluttered like clouds in the wind, the occasional herdsman and bandit, as heroic and vast as the songs sung in the tribes. Music is a magical thing, it is not clear that words and words can convey a clear message, but it can often contain content that goes beyond words. However, just like the stories made up by people, even if the music made up by people is beautiful, it is also to share the experience experienced by one individual with other individuals, at best, it is only one person's thoughts, although this kind of thinking and thinking will have different heights and breadths according to the differences of individuals, but it is not easy to have a very high vision and be able to leave works and be valued by others, and can be disseminated, and can be interpreted, digested, understood and absorbed by others. In contrast, there is a kind of music that can never be composed, but it is always full of the deepest truth, that is, the music of nature, but this music is not easy to understand.

The wind whistling in your ears may be the only music that will accompany you on this trip. Of course, the sound of the wind is never pure, it contains too many sources, the shaking of the blades of grass, the friction of the air, the groaning of the branches, the undulation of the ground, and now the roar of the dead, when everything is all merged, the wind is the wind. It's just that the wind can't blow in the ears of the gray robe now, because his erected hood is protected by magic, even if it looks like it may be lifted at any time, but it stubbornly wraps the back of the cheese's head and ears, so that he can have a quiet thinking environment, let him isolate himself from the world, and think with his own wisdom. It sounded a little shut-in, as if it was foolish and arrogant to reject the advice of the winds of nature and to speculate with your own limited mind. But this is also necessary, if you can't even sort out your own mood and thinking before listening to the wind, how can you hear all the things in the wind?

Exhale, inhale. When you're overwhelmed, focus on your breathing. When you're in extreme emotions and out of your control, focus on your breathing. When you focus on breathing, forget that you are still breathing. Many people think that meditation is a mysterious ritual that belongs only to the caster, and they suspect that the caster enters the meditative state in various mysterious ways to obtain the ability to be different from ordinary people. Actually, the method of meditation is very simple, with only one point, breathing. Therefore, for mature casters, meditation is not in the ashram, not in specific rituals and movements, as long as there is an opportunity to adjust the breath, they can enter a state of meditation or semi-meditation anytime and anywhere. The point is, after meditation.

Meditation can certainly improve the ability of the mind, but it also comes with the danger that does not usually arise, and when a person thinks he has mastered the method of meditation and tries to enter it, he is committing suicide. Meditation is the key to opening the door to the mystery, but what is behind the door of the mystery is so vast and grotesque, just by mistake, the person who opens the door will be swallowed up by it in an instant, and then immersed in it, confused, self-righteous, and many evil witches have appeared in this way, and they were once so common that they gave birth to groups such as witch hunters. How to maintain oneself in meditation, to get only what one needs, and not fall into confusion and self-knowledge, is the skill of a true sorcerer who has a lineage is more skilled than a wild sorcerer who stumbles by mistake.

There are many ways to do this, but the main ones are two, one is to be like a shaman on the prairie, with pure faith in the heart, and the beliefs contained in all kinds of creeds can help the meditator resist the chaos behind the door of mysteries. The second is to use reason as the cornerstone and barrier of thinking like the gray robes, so as to achieve the same result. However, in either case, they can be problematic when they approach a being like the Giant Worm, which itself emits and carries enough energy to deviate the purpose of meditation, and it has the power to quietly lead those who are thinking around it into another complex and chaotic realm, and gradually make them its own followers or bait.

Cheese knew about it, and that's what he was going to do. It's just that his purpose is not to believe in this worm at this moment, his purpose is to find a way to defeat the other party in this way. Doesn't that sound a bit contradictory? How can an being who needs to be worshipped by others expose his weakness to his own believers? But weakness is weakness, and as long as it exists, it will be there, and even if no one mentions it, no one pays attention to it, anyone with eyes can see the elephant in the room. Cheese believes that his eyes can do their job.

"I'm going to have some slump next, and you take my body and keep climbing up to what you think is the neck of this worm. If my plan fails, Frakrag is our only chance. After all three of them followed the Grey Robe's magic to break through the barrier of the giant worm and land on his body worthy of the castle cloister, the mage left a message to his companions.