"What do you see?" Wei Ya seemed to sense the change in the gray robe's demeanor and took a few steps closer to him. Cheese gently pulled the lantern upward, but the light was no longer enough to penetrate the ice, and the things below the water layer disappeared into darkness again.

Now is not the time, if the underwater cocoon is really what Cheese thinks, then they have no time at all, and they have no energy to waste on explaining and persuading, and they must speed up their pace and go straight to the Yellow Dragon.

Therefore, the gray robe only shook his head lightly in the face of the female mage's inquiry, indicating that he had not gained anything. Wei Ya's gaze was slightly suspicious, but there was no evidence.

"Your lantern, what kind of spell is it enchanted with?, I beg your pardon, I've never seen anything of its kind. We know much more than most people how precious sunlight is. Walking side by side with Cheese, Wei Ya asked the question casually.

As early as the time the Grey Robe took out the Breath of Dawn, this magical lantern had captured everyone's attention, it was so unique, and most importantly, it didn't require magic to activate, which meant that anyone could use it. In this sense, Breath of Dawn is more like Atta's Elven Sword, which will exert its original effect regardless of the user's identity and purpose.

"I'm afraid it's not easy to explain. Although I know the casting process, there are too many parts of it to be replicated, and its appearance is a coincidence, as is its function. The gray robe replied quickly, it was impossible for him not to be curious about the lantern in his hand.

Ever since he got Breath of Dawn, he hadn't thought about thoroughly studying the structure and principles of the lamp, but he also knew that this kind of exploration was likely to be destructive, and if the way to make it could be obtained by destroying the lamp, he was afraid that the dwarves' natural work might not be effective through structure.

Wei Ya nodded, but she looked a little unimpressed. For the people of the City of Ten Thousand Laws, deconstructing things to clarify how they work is the most intuitive way to gain knowledge. This gray-robed man keeps saying that he is also a mage, but he doesn't even have the ability to parse the things he carries with him, how can this convince her?

But how could she know that Cheese's incomprehension was a habit she had developed after seeing too many counterexamples in the Gray Tower. Magic is vague, and the more you try to make sense of it, the more mysterious it becomes, so you have to acquiesce. Acquiescence does not mean that there is no knowledge at all, which sounds like a paradoxical thing, but in fact, it is not, knowing and not knowing, seeking or not seeking, it is both two points and one yuan, and no one can form a whole coin without two sides of the coin, and the pros and cons are just the scale of description.

The gray robe didn't care what others thought of him, he had nothing to explain, and he had nothing to justify, at least outside of his fellow gray robes, he didn't have to explain his actions in detail to anyone. Several people studied the magic ice for a while, but no one could figure out any way, so they had to regather around Cheese and move towards the depths of the mist.

The touch under their feet changed subtly, and before they knew it, a sandbar in the middle of the river appeared in front of them. Cheese, as the leader of the team, was the first to step on the edge of the sandbar. He looked down slightly at his feet, knowing in his heart that this was the destination.

Sandbar is actually a general term, and there is no specific structure for the protruding terrain that occurs in the river. Sometimes, it's just a rock, wrapped in mud and sand brought by the current. Sometimes, it is the precipitation of substances in the body of water. At this time, the sandbar under the team's feet may be more inclined to the latter.

When you step on a sandbank, you will be unloaded by the soft sand for 8 points, and it will take 12 points to move forward, which is very similar to the situation in the desert. The difference is that there are sand dunes on the desert where the wind blows the sand, and walking against the edge of the sand dunes allows skilled people to find labor-saving paths. But right now, there is a vast tidal flat, and there is water in the sand, and after a few steps, the boots and trouser legs are wet. In this alone, walking on the sandbar is not as labor-saving as walking on the magic ice before.

However, this is undoubtedly the destination, and they are all close to the door, and there is no reason to be stumped by this bit of sand. The group could only grit their teeth and move forward now, while also having to watch out for possible threats around them.

The world in the fog is not entirely real, or magical, or enchantment, and in such an environment, the distance is difficult to grasp. The sandbar is generally not very large, the smaller ones may only stop with the birds, and the larger ones are just a lighthouse foundation, but the cheese they have walked all the way, I don't know how long they have walked, even if the sand is trapped, there should be some distance.

Yuni wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looked behind him, and skipped over the others, and at a glance saw the water surface condensed into a semi-solid, and his heart was cold. It looked like they were moving forward, but in fact, they barely moved, didn't take a single step.

This kind of trick of hitting the wall is effective against ordinary people, but the question is how can this whole group of spellcasters also fall into the way? Especially the head cheese, his face is serious, and there are faint green tendons on his forehead, obviously the trek on the sandbar has greatly consumed his physical strength.

The gray robe didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, he knew what kind of scene was behind him, he knew that they were doing some kind of useless work, but he knew that he must not stop now, and if he stopped, things would be in trouble. This is not a trick, the power that lingers on this sandbar is the magic of the evil gods, and it is a hundred times more dangerous than a ghost hitting a wall.

It's just that Cheese can know that the anomaly of the sandbar comes from the evil god, and although the rest of the people don't have a deep understanding of the magic and have some kind of warning because of the caster's instinct, they are still human beings after all, magic is not omnipotent, and the caster is not a god. There will always be a time when manpower is exhausted, and the first to exhaust it is either children or the elderly.

The old man with the stick insect staff gritted his teeth, but his body fell forward uncontrollably, and when he saw the source beside him, the male one immediately reached out and grabbed it. But between this and the pull, the footsteps of the three of them stopped. Looking up again, the rest of the group was so far away that they could only see a small back.

Cheese closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, finally standing still. As soon as he stopped, the others followed. Immediately after that, the flow sofa under his feet came out of the sound of Suosuo, and then looking back, the old man and the source were not far away, only three or four steps away from the water. He couldn't leave them behind, so he lost the chance to break through the magic head-on, and then they either went home, or they had to work on the spell.

"Let's take a break. Recover your strength and then find a way. After the gray robe finished speaking, he took the lead and sat down on the ground and began to adjust his breathing.