Wizards of the North

When Hall Ku sat till dawn, his whole body became more and more desperate. Lifting the veil of self-deception, everything seems too ironic. From Bran, he got an unexpected and expected answer.

In the morning light, he got up and gave a salute to Bran Shi, then turned and walked towards the North City. He missed his daughter, and the longing in his heart gradually turned into a desire, an impulse that was difficult to suppress.

Hall began to understand why Bran didn't care about the impact of the environment. direction! Bran has always grasped the direction.

Facing the brazen sophistry, he only showed a trace of impatience. And he once wanted to kill Bran, he wanted to **** everything from Bran. Then, Bran must also have the idea to kill him.

Here, Bran just raises his hand and he will die silently, no one will know what happened. However, Bran let him go again.

old! Can't keep up with young people. It's time to go home! After visiting her daughter, she went back quietly.

As the sun rose, the dead in the sandstone city resurfaced, and a new day began.

...

Irene and Zoya tremblingly appeared in front of the ancient tree with their bags on their heads.

Looking back on the unbearable experience, the two felt a little ashamed. Facing the buzzing hornet that came in surprise, they began to scream, run away, and hide. There is no martial artist's consciousness, only panic. They subconsciously sought refuge and ran towards the martial arts field, because there was Dani and her people.

With the friendly company of Hornet, and a sharp cry for help, they rushed to the martial arts field. Then Dany taught them a vivid lesson, and her knife stirred up the wind and enveloped the wasps. After the two left, they single-handedly cut down the wasps one by one.

When helping the two of them deal with their wounds, Dany explained, “Bran has experienced this too, but he stabbed a bigger beehive and he had to protect himself during the flight. Do you know? If you can’t protect yourself then there will be only End.

It's not shameful to run away, but you can't forget to protect yourself just to escape. "

The two girls nodded miserably. They thought they had escaped, but they heard, "Go back, don't let the ancient tree wait in a hurry."

Irene and Zoya looked at each other and refused to move for a long time.

Seeing how timid the two were, Dany sighed and seemed disappointed, "If you're scared, just stay."

"Not afraid..."

Yes, they are not afraid. Because the more terrifying thing is to disappoint the people you like...

...

Time flies quickly, Bran finally stopped in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the curiosity in his eyes gradually faded with the sunset.

He looked at Jonah, who had become more tattered at his feet, "Two choices-life or death."

Jonah curled up, "Is there a difference?"

"There is no difference in my opinion, but it is different to you."

"Why does it make no difference in your opinion?" Jonah didn't rush to leave when Bran decided to let him go. Instead, he redisplayed some of the scholar's characteristics-inquiry and curiosity.

"Your current consciousness will not remain for too long. What is it after the consciousness disappears? I don't know. In my opinion, it is no different from the walking dead. Then, you may be captured by your companions in your lifetime, those you used to use. The method will repeat itself in your family."

Jonah was struggling, "Dead! But I want to die more clearly. Could you tell me what you found?"

"Soul! It really exists. The body is a container, holding and protecting it."

Jonah begged: "That's it? Please don't deceive a dying person."

Bran sighed, "Soul is actually a container. Your soul is injected with a certain magic power, and then it becomes what it is now.

Interesting? But more interesting, the soul is not just a container, otherwise you will not lose consciousness gradually. The magic is eroding and changing, until you are completely transformed into a real container. "

Bran couldn't help but laughed, "This may really be eternal life. It retains many memories of life, but there is no sense of self that should be preserved.

"Why is this?"

"Who knows? I am also trying to find the answer." With these words, magic power poured into Bran's body frantically. A huge vortex gradually formed, as if there was an abyss that could never be filled.

As the night fell, the magic became stronger and stronger, but the suction from Bran did not stop in the slightest.

Jonah looked at Bran stupidly, and only now realized that he was facing a lunatic. Suddenly he stopped resenting, what is there to hate such a person?

Bran's body was slowly changing, and the surrounding dazzling star clusters in his body were gradually filled with black magic power. The star clusters began to have real pitch black, and the starlight moved forward hard in it, and then gradually disappeared.

Light and darkness!

Bran originally thought that there was light, so there was darkness. Now I finally understand that darkness has always existed. The same is true for magic, but in most cases they are intertwined.

This single magical environment is too rare, but it also reminds Bran. The jerky, thick, black that swallowed everything, made him feel kind. This state is no stranger to Bran, he has entered this state many times, when he swallowed the abilities of other wizards.

So, he wanted to try...

The absorption continued, but Bran’s voice sounded again, "Let’s stop here, seeking answers will be a long process."

Jonah nodded, then let out a long sigh, "Come here..."

...

Lily sat by the campfire, watching the beating flames.

She thought back quietly, thinking about the fire. In the fire scene, she saw a lot. The light spots fell off the body of the dead and merged into the flame. As more and more merged, the flame seemed to have life, and began to chase the footsteps of the living.

When she took a closer look, an illusory flame shadow rushed towards her and became part of her magic.

what is that? Maybe Bran will tell her.

Do not! I should find the answer by myself.

She stretched her hand into the bonfire, the flame formed a pair of wings under her will, and gradually opened...