Dawn of the Grey Tower

In the belly of the City of Ten Thousand Laws, beneath the core of unimaginable energy, Cheese meets someone who responds to his arrival. Those were several wizards who didn't look very old, and one of them was familiar to him, Wei Ya.

The female mage who disappeared from her research room did not seem to be abused. Her expression was solemn, not like being coerced, but rather like conducting some kind of major research, and the mage behind her turned around one after another.

The good news is that his guess is correct. The core full of huge energy can indeed be used as a coordinate. No matter who he and the mages just now are on a level that deviates from reality, he can use the coordinate to return. As for the bad news, that might be the situation at hand.

What Gray Robe still needs to confirm now is when Wei Ya started mixing with the Speechless. If she agreed with the other party's ideas after being kidnapped, then it's okay to say. But if she had already been in contact with this organization with a strange goal, then Cheese would have to start thinking about whether she was here as one of the other party's goals. In all fairness, there are still a lot of things in him that are worthy of being used.

However, judging from the reactions of these mages, the latter is unlikely. They obviously did not expect to see a gray-robed mage here, and even though Cheese had stopped, the trail of magic behind him was telling how much momentum the caster had just caused.

The mages in the City of All Laws have a natural humility towards those who are superior to themselves, which stems from their pursuit of magic skills. gain their respect. This is true even in the group of the speechless.

"What, are you really not talking?"

Cheese walked towards these people, not like a pioneer who came to attack, but like a leader who came to inspect the work. He looked at the instruments and magical creations in the hands of these mages, many of which he knew, and could even be said to be nothing new. Sextants, cauldrons, compass for navigation and dream catchers, these things played a more symbolic role. .

But some other creations are very interesting. They are products made by combining alchemy, mechanical structure, psychic and energy magic. In appearance, they are somewhat similar to the alchemy dice in his hand. That's right, without the alchemical technology of fusing and splitting things, these spells are difficult to truly fuse.

“We think language is an inefficient way of communicating. No matter how ingeniously it is used and shaped, it’s just a tool, and a tool sets the indeterminate. Before we invented the saw, there was a way to bring down a tree. Lots of ways, and now you just see carpenters giving up on the day's work when they realize they've forgotten their saws."

The person who spoke came from behind Cheese. Gray Robe is not surprised that someone is there, this is the realm of magic, anyone can appear anywhere in any way, even if he turns around and sees a huge, talkative caterpillar , which is also normal.

Turn back and watch. With tan skin, golden blue mixed with sandy tropical clothing, and the signature deformed hindbrain, this is an Old One, or at least he is of Old One blood.

On the face of it, the person who spoke was younger than all the ancients he had seen before. This youth is not in appearance, but in overall temperament. He is like a wide river, full of turbid but majestic waves. This river is dangerous, but also extremely powerful.

Cheese looked at him as if he was looking at a crocodile, it was lying quietly beside the river, watching its hunting ground with a tiger's eye.

"So they're communicating in a way that's more efficient with language? Sounds good, but historical attempts to do this have always failed. The tool of language protects us from the medium that is contained in the mind. The information is not necessarily more accurate, it will only become more dangerous."

With the exception of very few beings like twins who can use mind communication, most attempts to popularize so-called telepathy will not end well. First, people don't like to expose all their thoughts; second, people can't really know how many thoughts they have flashed in one second, and the information cannot be read without sorting it out.

"Dangerous? Well, you're right. Unpackaged thoughts are very dangerous, but what if there was a center that could filter their thoughts for them, leaving only the most important parts? Then would the question be answered? Solve it?" The other party had a smile on his face, subtle and arrogant. There was no magic in his eyes, but they were by no means the eyes of non-casters. The spellcasting styles of the ancients may be special.

"I've heard, no, I've seen a population that feeds on biological brains, and they claim to be from outside the world, but that's just their definition of the world a little bit narrower. Those populations feed a giant, expanded brain tissue that uses It replaces the library. Your description reminds me of these creatures, but I have to say, their looks and habits are disturbing."

Cheese is talking about a civilized race called illithids, whose bizarre racial structure is as enigmatic as their origins. There is only a basic introduction to them in the library of the gray tower, and Cheese, who is an apprentice in the anatomy course, has only one chance to communicate with and understand that kind of creature.

"What you said is indeed one of my reference archetypes. But their way of life is actually not as civilized as advertised. My people used to deal with them, when our country still existed. UU reading www. uukanshu.com It's a history that doesn't deserve to be recorded on a mural, and being with cannibal monsters shames my bloodline. So I can guarantee that what I'm offering is far safer and better than those monsters."

"You use yourself as the center of your thinking, and use your deep consciousness to filter information for them?"

Wizards are half-magical creatures, and if a spellcaster of the level of Cheese wants to, they can discard the half-mortal body where the magic is full, even if it is not so extreme, it is enough to perceive subtle changes in magic. When the other party pointed out what he was doing, Cheese could naturally trace some information along this line.

"I'm not surprised that they chose you. Gray robe, are you Clark's apprentice?" There was a person who called the first gray robe by his first name, and Cheese couldn't deny the change in his heart.

"I wish I was, but he didn't personally admit whether I was qualified or not." Gray Pao adopted another rhetoric, he knew that if he admitted forcefully, the other party would change the subject.

The old man stretched out his hand and gently pulled in his own direction, and the cheese emblem on the gray robe naturally emerged. Even more than that, some lines that have never appeared on the surface of the gray robe are also faintly emerging, and they may be the reason why this robe has so many magical effects.

"The emblem doesn't lie. You have it, and you have an identity. And it can tell more than you can imagine, like your research topic, oh, it's full of madness and blasphemy. The students lead in this direction, and they call me crazy?"

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