Chapter 1620 (1/2)
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.