The dust was slapped on the bronze cow again and again. Most of them are dissolved by heat and disappear. Only a few components can leave some subtle traces on the body surface of the spirit.

    But the sea of sand and dust is surging, and one wave is better than another. After several spells, the apprentices collapsed to the ground tired. The apprentices who were originally farther away took over, and more and more casters intervened in the battle.

    The spell of throwing dust is very low-level. With the guidance of spells and gestures far beyond the requirements, its demand for magic and the qualification requirements of casters are low, which makes cheese feel ashamed. It can be said that this is a spell that even ordinary people can learn.

    This is a sorcery despised by the grey robes. There will be no grey robe to waste time remembering it, because its efficiency is very low and its principle is rough. If the casting of magic is an art, this sorcery is a crude creation blindly carried out by laymen who have not yet started.

    For mages who seek to cast spells more efficiently or have a huge follow-up effect in reality by directly touching the source of things, this spell is contrary to the spirit of magic.

    Cheese, who is using a spell that is tantamount to blaspheming the way of magic, has not changed this view. It is precisely because he is using this spell that he can feel the disgusting numbness in this spell. Although there is praise for the earth in the mantra, there is no awe of the power of nature in this spell itself.

    It just uses magic to lead it into a fixed mode, like a tool, like a machine, silent, repetitive, numb and rigid.

    This is not what Cheese learned from childhood. The way of magic is not the way of tools. Magic is the way to the world, not the so-called rationalized tool. This mechanized use of magic not only can not make people understand the mystery, but will make the magic lose its brilliance, let it fall from the distant place of eternity and become something without spiritual light.

    The evidence is that when using this spell, the light in the fundus of Wanfa mages does not brighten with the spell. On the contrary, it is like a habit of repeating things every day. The light in the fundus of their eyes darkens with the proficiency of the spell, because they are becoming more and more proficient in the use of this spell.

    But what the grey robe can''t refute is that in the face of the bronze bull that makes him feel helpless at this moment, the repeated and weak power of these mages is working.

    With the erosion of dust, the original bright brass surface slowly becomes mottled, and the flowing metal begins to solidify because it is mixed with too many impurities, and the rapid pace is gradually slowing down.

    This is good news for Jian Qi. Although he seems to have endless power in his body after being protected by the gray robe, according to the explanation of cheese on magic, the energy at this time is not real. Magic will eventually require the user to pay a price. In that case, the less the price, the better.

    The steps of the bronze bull changed from heavy and powerful to heavy. The dust accumulated on it, deprived it of its vitality as a spirit, and slowly changed it from a living miracle to a statue of a bull wrapped in high-temperature refined metal residue and made a low head charge shape.

    In this way, it stopped in front of Jian Qi reluctantly. The tip of the two ox horns was less than a punch from the body of the sword seeker, but Jian Qi didn''t even bother to dodge. Looking at this scene, the eyes of the sword seeker did not have the joy of surviving the disaster or the pleasure of defeating the strong enemy, but revealed a few faint sadness. He can''t tell why. It''s a good thing.

    "Hoo, it''s successful."

    Unlike cheese and sword seven, the mages first muttered to themselves, and then fatigue due to magic consumption after confirming that the bronze bull lost its ability to move. Finally, these fatigue were washed away by joy and turned into cheers and laughter.

    They hug each other with their colleagues around them, and they do have a reason to do so. The arrogant spirit was once again put into a cage under the wisdom of mankind, and what was waiting for it was another cycle.

    Jian Qi handed back the gray robe, which had been changed into clothes again, to the cheese. The latter nodded to him and asked if he was hurt with his eyes. It''s not that cheese is too tired to speak or doesn''t pay enough attention to Jian Qi, but the shouting around him is too noisy. He knows that his voice will be drowned.

    Put on the grey robe again. After protecting sword seven, the coat is still intact, and you can''t even feel the abnormal temperature on it.

    The sword seeker smiled back, then looked at the crowd around him and spread his hands. The cheese pointed to the side. They went to a grassland outside the crowd successively. The terrain here is open. It seems that it was originally a small open space, but it was not affected by the shock.

    In the center of the grassland are several waist high stones, which are obviously used for sitting and lying. When they sat down one after another, the cheese gently snapped its fingers.

    "It''s much quieter now." The noise still exists, but it is pulled away and will no longer affect their dialogue. The grey robe looked back at the crowd.

    "They are different from you. I feel it now." Sword seven whispered. Then he turned to the bull, which had become a sculpture, "what do they do with it?"

    "Research, but I don''t know exactly what it is. I think it has something to do with elements. Creatures have always been one of the most mysterious existence. In some cultures, people associate them with goblins for a certain reason, but not absolutely. Like this one, I can guarantee that it has no goblin blood, but more like natural production. Strictly speaking, every creature is different , some are good, some are bad, and some can understand people''s words. However, I prefer to distinguish them separately. If the spirits have the distinction between wisdom and good and evil, they are no longer objects. Naturally, they should be changed. It''s just that there are too few examples to classify. "

    "Maybe it''s OK not to classify. Didn''t you just say that every creature is unique? In my hometown, there are many strange books specifically recording the talk of these monsters. Some of them want to classify these monsters, but in the end, they can only make a general overview. The reason is that all strange things are rare and can''t live permanently, that is, people We are bound to lack understanding of them. Without understanding, what kind of classification can we talk about? "

    Cheese nodded. "You''re right. Your idea is beginning to look like a mage. The classification of things must rely on their internal understanding. If you only distinguish or use them according to appearances, the results will quickly become obsolete."

    Just as they said these rambling words, Fang Geng came over, "so you''re here. Is this gentleman hurt? Please allow us to help treat him."

    "That''s not necessary. Thank you for your concern. Fortunately, I didn''t suffer any actual injuries in front of the beast. I''m just a little tired. Just sit down and have a rest."

    At least the attitude and content of each other''s greetings don''t make people feel bad. It can be seen that Fang Geng is really grateful for what Jianqi and cheese have just done.

    And he himself, as the first person who began to cast magic, can also be regarded as the greatest hero in this matter except sword seven. Now he is not immersed in the celebration of his colleagues, but quickly came to inquire, which makes life not hate him.

    "Well? That''s great. Ah, do you mind if I sit down and have a rest, too? To tell you the truth, my legs are still weak now. I almost cried out when the bronze bull rushed at you."

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