Wizards of the North

A few days ago, the embassy walked out of the Anya line and passed by Bran, who was hiding in the dark. Although knowing that this team will die forever, he still chose to sit on the sidelines.

Bran has always believed that people are afraid of force and horses are afraid of riding. As long as there is no dependence, there will always be a way out in order to survive. Isn't that the way to survive? Like the beasts running on the grassland, the weeds on the ground are struggling under the guidance of fate. It's also God's will to make it hard.

At this moment, he and Huahua squatted in front of the ant nest by the roadside, watching them busy, and occasionally stretched out their hands to play. Although it is located on the main road leading to the capital of Anya, there are not many carriages and horses. After all, this place is still far away from the royal capital, and only a few can afford to go far in this era.

The reason why I stopped was because of a monster in the ant colony. A very interesting worker ant possesses power far superior to other individuals, yet it can cooperate seamlessly with other ants. They have just ended a wonderful battle, and at this time they are dragging the fruit of victory-a huge caterpillar to the nest. Its behavior makes Bran a little fascinated, and he feels a lot like himself, subject to human sociality and unable to escape. Knowing that he is only a passing visitor, knowing that the warmth and caring are actually not related to him, but still nostalgic.

After leaving Double Wing City, Bran suddenly lost his direction. Staying in Beidi City for more than a year made him a little tired. In the hesitation of going back or not, I chose a compromise-a detour. After all, there is still Dani in Beidi City, as well as that piece of wood, and other people and things to worry about.

A carriage passed by him, accompanied by the knight, and then stopped not far away. A knight turned back and raised his voice and asked, "Where is your family?"

Bran didn't answer, just waved his hand to try and walk away from the nosy fellow. His reaction made the knight confused, so he jumped off the horse and walked around Bran, trying to figure out what the kid was doing? He stepped on the ant who was returning to the class.

With a sigh, Bran picked up Huahua and got up and left. The knight didn't entangle again, and from the reaction and temperament of this young man, he knew that he was troubled.

But not everyone knew how to advance and retreat, and the carriage started slowly with Bran as he passed by. Bran didn't want anyone to disturb his peace, so he stopped to signal the other party to go first.

But the other party obviously didn't want to let him go. A woman's voice came from the car, "Children, you'd better walk with us. This road is very unsafe now, there are a lot of collapsed soldiers."

"Thank you, no need."

The blunt rejection seemed to annoy the other party, and the other party's tone became tough, "As knights, we can't let you be in danger."

"The knight in the car?" Bran was joking.

The woman was obviously choked, and a middle-aged man murmured to ease the atmosphere, "take the liberty to ask, where are you going?"

"The royal capital."

"We are on the way. If you don't mind, you can go to the car and talk about each other's journey." The man in the car tenderly sent out an invitation.

Bran refused again, "Thank you, I am not used to being too close to strangers."

The man in the car couldn't help laughing, completely treating Bran as a stubborn child. He peeked out of the car and gestured to the spare horses behind the car, "You can choose one."

This time Bran didn't refuse any more, so he chose a nearby horse and jumped up. The woman in the carriage whispered, "Insolent kid."

After a while, seemingly bored, the woman got out of the car and jumped on her horse to join Bran. At first there was nothing to look for, "What are you doing in the capital?"

"Go and see, I heard that most **** knights live there."

"Do you want to join a powerful **** knight?" With speculation and pride, the woman straightened her chest, as if she wanted Bran to know that she was one of them.

It is a pity that Bran ignored her pride, instead jokingly spoke out the fact: "Compared with the warriors in the Northland and the dragon knights on the island, you are not strong. From the average strength of individuals. , You should be the weakest."

"Nonsense!" The woman's voice was a little sharp, "What do you know as a kid? As a member of Anya Kingdom, how can you speak for outsiders?"

Bran still told another fact without rush, "I am from the North."

This sentence caused the woman to laugh, but the laughter gradually weakened in Bran's silence. She began to look at Bran suspiciously, but the face hidden under the hood seemed to turn into a mist, making it impossible to see.

At this time, she noticed that Bran's accent was weird. The vigilance gradually rose, and he asked in a very uncertain manner: "Really?"

Bran nodded and continued to say to himself: "Guess what is the most interesting among the three?"

The woman subconsciously asked: "What?"

"The three of us are likely to share the same origin. Although there are some differences in language, writing, but still have many things in common. Moreover, the Northland and the colony of Dragon Knight are both related to magic, and I only need to confirm that your colony is also the same. "

The woman blinked her eyes, revealing a pure and innocent idiot look.

At this time, a question rang from the carriage, "What then? I mean if you find out."

Bran haha ​​laughed twice, "If the three are really the same, how did we end up here? Where did we split? There are many questions to guess, and you can try to find the answer."

"You are very similar to a scholar."

"Some scholars once said this, but I don't belong to them."

The woman seemed to be relieved, "boring, these problems will not make us strong."

"No, maybe it will make us stronger. If our ancestors are stronger than us, have you ever wondered why?"

"Why?" The woman's eyes beamed, staring at Bran curiously.

"Oh, secret..."

Bran has many conjectures that need to be confirmed. The culture of this continent seems to be deeply influenced by the Kingdom of Anya. In other words, deeply influenced by the **** knight. When he studied with Sean in the castle, the words of the same origin made him a little inexplicable. He once thought that the external culture eroded the Northland until he got the answer from the goblin.

The people of the North were isolated from the world by hiding in the wasteland, and the Dragon Knight hiding in the archipelago could not go deep into the interior. Only the Hell Knight established the Anya Kingdom, which had a profound impact on this continent.

From a fair point of view, the economy and culture of Anya Kingdom are much more developed than those of the North. If it were not for the invasion of the demons, perhaps the Anya Kingdom could achieve greater success.

There are also scholars, and the city of wisdom for scholars. Are they connected with the three races? If he has the opportunity, he will enter the City of Wisdom to find the oldest original materials there, and look at the text used for recording, and maybe he can get clues.