Dawn of the Grey Tower

"For Shendi, your teacher, how did the first grey robe teach you?" The figure on the lake asked.

The cheese bowed his head for a moment, then shook his head and answered, "I'm afraid my teacher doesn't think I will use this knowledge."

"Oh," laughter, surprising from the ram's skull. After all, the calm and even indifferent posture that the Soul Soul has shown so far makes the mage think that he will also produce emotions like an individual, but then when the cheese looks forward to hearing more, the tone of the wanderer in the rain changes again As calm as before, “Clark does n’t teach you this knowledge for two reasons. One, although I have to admit that he is the best caster I ’ve ever seen, but he is a human being. A human cannot Almighty and omnipotent. So he does n’t teach you because he himself does n’t know the things that are above him. "

"What about the second point?" The mage said almost directly, because in his opinion his teacher would never have anything that he knew nothing about. After all, the man had even been to a ghost place like the abyss, and even the ancient evil spirits like the Well of Pollution were impressed with him. To say that he was strange to the Divine Mansion, the cheese did not agree.

The black horns were crooked, the wet soul did n’t seem to expect that the mage would behave so impatiently, but he continued to say, “The second possibility is that he understands, or involves knowledge about the divine mansion, but he does n’t Teach them out. Maybe, he only taught it to a certain apprentice, maybe, he did n’t say it. But in short, the Lord of the Grey Tower does not think that all of his students need to understand these contents. . "

This explanation can be much accepted by cheese. Whether Clarke kept silent about all the gray robes out of safety, or specifically granted a gifted apprentice to this way, the mage can understand. But he also thought about why the wet soul mentioned these things, "I guess, are you going to make up this lesson for me now?"

"I don't have time or interest to be an evangelist. And the professor who raises his ears is too inefficient." Wet Soul said, gently raising his hand. Perhaps it is not accurate to say that, because his so-called arm is also part of the black robe on his body, it feels like a hand is stretched out from the edge of the robe, and then lifted up. A mass of lake water was taken off the surface by invisible forces. Before the cheese responded, the water polo wrapped his head at a very fast rate. A large number of bubbles spurted down the mage ’s mouth and nose. His hands were also grabbed into his head indiscriminately. Get the water mass off the head.

"Transmitting information in this way will completely destroy the brains of most creatures. But you have the first rain in your body, so you wo n’t get any actual damage. The most is to experience the pain of drowning. "" Watching the cheese kneel down on the shore in vain struggle, Wet Soul said slowly. Then it sank to the bottom of the lake as it appeared.

When all the water in the lake finally followed the Seven Tips, most of them were not mouths. After flowing into the mage's head, the cheese was lying beside the water and breathing the air.

"You don't look very good." Jack's voice came from behind, obviously the wolf walker was tired of running. He walked over to the mage and asked with a frown.

"Fine, okay." The cheese took a deep breath at last and pressed down all the discomfort. He sat up and found that Jack hadn't completely changed into human form. And then thought about it, he began to worry that the wolf walker would be surprised when he saw the sudden lake, and he looked at each other nervously.

Who knew that the werewolf had no slight surprise when he saw the lake. Instead, the eyes of the cheese made him a little uncomfortable. "You don't like my picture?" He mistakenly thought that his wolf head made the mage uneasy.

"No, just that lake ..."

"What lake? Wasn't this lake here long ago? Obviously you asked me to bring you here. By the way, by the way, what is the name of this lake ..." Jack bowed his head and thought about the name of the lake that didn't exist a long time ago. I didn't realize that the scene in front of him and the great changes had taken place before he left.

This made the cheese sigh of relief, but in contrast, his knowledge of these outsiders went a step further. "Scary existence, every one is." He said with a bowed head, and began to think about whether he had been similarly affected. The result is naturally inaccessible, but it reminds the mage of what the wet soul gave him.

"Shen Di?" The cheese murmured. He could perceive that there was indeed a lot of new information in his mind, but these things made him a little worried. As a spellcaster, the mage cares so much about the purity of his spirit. He is not sure whether he will become a fanatical believer if he touches the evil spirits. Www.ltnovel.com ~ Wet Soul does not hesitate to show up to teach him this knowledge in person. There must be an important reason. From the perspective of answering questions, Evil Gods are no different from those of real gods. They all like not to give direct answers, even if this will cause their believers to take many detours.

"So, have you come here to finish the work, are you right?" Said Wolfrunner, he looked around, and the sunlight on the calm lake had fallen from the highest point.

The mage nodded. He whistled and summoned his mount. In fact, the cheese also considered whether or not to let Migo directly help, but think of the unknown opponent he will meet, he is not sure whether the dragon's joining will really help. After all, he had already called Migo when he was in the capital, and playing the same trick a few times will surely guard him.

After the horse was installed, the mage finally took a look at this calm lake. Although the water in the lake was not clear, the degree of turbidity at the time of the wet soul was completely different. He also noticed that even in the lake occasionally You can see the ripples caused by the fish floating to the surface. Tampering with memory can do magic. But the ability to almost correct the entire reality like this makes the cheese as a caster feel deeply intimidated.

After embarking on the path of chasing his companions, a thought suddenly appeared in the mage's mind. Why did the wet soul show his power this time with so much fanfare? This is not consistent with his usual image. The signs of wanderers in the rain are often obscure, at least not as obvious as the sudden appearance of the water. So, is this suggesting something?

For a moment, the mage really wanted to read the information in his mind. Wait again, wait again.

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