Wizards of the North

In the camp, there is light rising in the sky, and shadows thrown on Bran. He watched there and slowly made new discoveries.

The soul is a container, but after losing the protection of the body, it is like a water bottle that is instantly heated, bursting with cracks on the body. There was water slowly seeping out, and the water was turbid and unclear, but after the seepage, it was suspended there, gradually becoming turbid and distinct, and gradually separated from each other. The clear one rises, the turbid one sinks, leaving only the empty shell of the soul wandering. The magic power refilled into the soul is more like rough sand.

Bran slowly walked towards the camp, the mist began to seep from his body and spin, and it turned faster and faster. Light and darkness, clearness and turbidity are all absorbed into the mist, just a struggle and a joy.

pain! This is Bran's feeling. As the light was absorbed into his body, Bran felt that he was the hot oil that was boiled in the pot, splashed all over by the cold water that was suddenly poured in.

But he had to endure, and when the new power broke out that night, he lost control. He can't let himself get lost, he must maintain the most basic sanity. Balance, this is the only way he thought of.

The mist fettered the light and forced them into the body. Accompanied by the popping sound, they were forcibly squeezed into the cluster of starlight in Bran's body.

There light shot out from the pores, accompanied by the blood mist, and gradually wetted Bran's clothes.

"I'm just a nih, no matter of life or death, no matter of suffering or happiness." In the murmur, the fog revolved faster.

Huahua squatted under the flagpole, wagging her tail nervously. The figure that gradually turned red was the only one in his eyes.

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Outside of the Western Territory, the demon's army opened its battlefield, and its banners were the same as before. For many years, there hasn't been such a large army to suppress the border, and it has not demonstrated force in front of the people of the North. The Northlanders seem to have forgotten the bottom line of the two sides, forgetting the tacit understanding between the two sides, forcing them to expedition.

A feather arrow cut through the clear sky and plunged deeply into the ground. Some soldiers ran to bring back the letters on Feather Arrow, which were then passed on to the commander.

There are only two words on the letter-field battle.

Seeing this reply, the commander's hand trembled, not happy, but angry.

What did you do earlier? If you really want to fight next to the city, the two sides agreed in advance to set up the battle and fight in an upright manner. But the one who shouted and scolded, just put on a siege posture, but over there changed his mind...

He is not worried about the deceit of the Northlanders. For so many years, the Northlanders said that their unique character has never changed. Field battle is easier than siege, maybe this is his chance, a chance to become famous in World War I.

With the sound of the horn, the demon army slowly withdrew, leaving enough space for the northerners. There are horses galloping back and forth in the formation, constantly conveying new orders, and the formation of the army is quickly adjusted and changed.

The commander-in-chief of the demon clan, Tiger, looked at the front of the battlefield, and only hoped that the northerners could be faster and faster. Someone in the world responded to his expectation, and the gate of the West Realm opened slowly.

A girl was riding on a giant bear and ran out through the crack of the door. Soon, a group of children in hoods hugged cats and dogs and chased them out, with laughter and excitement. After that, there was a group of young men and women. Several aging and frail elders yelled, "Slow down, don't fall!", trailing out.

The demons' army was silent, looking at the opposite side blankly, at the city gate that was still open, hoping that a real army from the North would appear, but they were disappointed.

The commander of the demons raised a trembling hand and pointed to the opposite side. The mouth opened and closed for a long while, and there was no sound.

Compared to the demon army, these children came to the sea like a lone traveler, and stood facing the sea with laughter. Several dying old men stood behind them with satisfaction, stroking their sparse beards from time to time.

The Northlanders are paranoid, crazy, barbaric, and vengeful, but they are not too stupid, so the commander of the tiger in the army is a bit unsure of what to do. Is the army charging? Obviously not! There is no need to wait for them to approach the gate that opened in the hole. I believe these bear kids have run away early.

The scout scattered around, trying to find out if the Northlanders are in ambush? A samurai was also sent out, wanting to make a trial in a duel before the battle.

Annoyed and unwilling, he slowly came to the front and let out a roar of challenge.

As he wished, a little girl came out, because a little bear hugged her calf tightly, so her steps seemed to be a little staggering. Because of the stagger, the speed is a bit slow.

The challenger didn't know what to do. He had done many cruel and evil things for many years, but killing a little girl in full view still made him hesitate.

Therefore, he did not greet him, but stood there quietly, waiting. No matter whether the Northlander is crazy or not, no matter whether the child is crazy or not, he is ready to give her a clean death and keep her away from all suffering.

He leaned the knife to the ground and began to pray, praying with the faith of a soldier.

The little girl finally finished the long and distant road and came to him. A pair of big eyes flickered, with curiosity and simplicity. And he only felt the cold, and the final darkness.

People looked at the tall Mozu warrior, his armor covered with frost. The breeze gently blew him, gently hugging him to the ground, turning him into countless crystal icicles.

The little wizards in the north are going to see blood after all. This stage is not only for Lily, but also for them. The Northlanders will not satisfy one or two great wizards. Since one Bran and one Lily can appear, then more should appear.

Bran surrendered his own record. Although not all of them, the conjectures in it were enough to make the people who got it--crazy, madness also requires sacrifice.

The altar has been built and the sacrifices have been presented, so the sacrifice began.

Lily opened her wings and appeared next to the opposing commander in the blink of an eye, behind which was a wreckage. The little wizards let out a roar of joy, chasing her back, like a little vulture preying for the first time, with curiosity, excitement, and the last trace of simplicity.

The young warriors of the Northland watched silently, watching this carnival, this feast of flesh and blood. After that, they will be his or her attendants, and from then on-life and death together.

Just like Bran and Danny...

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Curt curled up, trying to get himself into a ball. Under his lead, there was no figure daring to stand on the wall. Fear is contagious, and it spreads so fast that the entire fortress fell into dead silence.

"Curt," he heard someone calling himself softly, "come down."

He rolled his eyes hard to follow the sound, and a young knight was beckoning him.

Kurt didn't know how he got down the city wall and how he came to the command room. Many people there are waiting for him, hoping that he can explain all this, even if these people have heard his story.

But he didn't want to say anything, and didn't dare to say. He remembered that Pachu advised them and told them that the great wizard looked far away and heard far away, and the city walls and mountains were not obstructions.

He pointed outside, shhh...