Wizards of the North

The old tree walked unhurriedly on the ground, and finally went out for a long time. He was in excitement, so he didn't want to go back. Bran hid in the canopy, once again entered the ocean of magic, allowing the old trees to wander aimlessly.

Lily was standing above the white clouds. After the rage that day, she liked the feeling of being in the sky. The sea of ​​magic that Bran saw, she also touched the edge, but in her eyes it was just a trickle of colorful streamers. She saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the other side of the river, staring at the river faintly. That was brother Bran, and he came here too. Lily said hello, but the younger brother didn't feel it.

She wanted to walk past, but the trickle was close in front of her eyes, but it was far away. Occasionally, the younger brother would grab his hand toward the water, and then the skin of that smooth hand would fall off, and a fine gray mist would wrap around the jerky hand bones. This reminded her of what her brother had said-Qing and muddy.

She followed the look of her younger brother and stared at the river. The river became wider and deeper, and slowly turned into an endless sea. The river bank disappeared, his brother was gone, and he was in a sea of ​​magic. This shocked her heart, the sea disappeared in an instant, and the trickle was still in front of her eyes.

She understood that her brother was already trapped in this sea and couldn't help himself.

At first, the younger brother needed to take the initiative to fish, but later the gray mist seemed to have found a home, and the trickle of mist in front of him rose and began to flood him continuously. From time to time, the mist engulfed one or two points of clear light, and they were thrown at him in constant bursts.

Lily stood on the river bank, looking at her brother quietly, and gradually realized something was wrong.

River bank! Where does the river bank come from? She looked around carefully and realized that countless trickles were flowing around her body, and she was standing in the stream of light, and that light was her cornerstone and her embankment.

She looked at her younger brother again, at this moment the figure had become blurred under the cover of countless trickles. But she still saw clearly, saw the trickle river clearly, was slowly blending into her younger brother's body, and was turning younger brother into a part of it.

Her heart lifted up instantly, and the trickle around her body disappeared again. The younger brother was still sitting on the bank of the river, stuck there foolishly.

Perhaps feeling her anxiety and concern, Bran finally turned away from staring at the river and looked at her. As always, grinned at her. There was light flowing in those smiling eyes.

The younger brother beckoned to her and seemed to say something. Although she couldn't hear her, she knew it must be—I'm fine.

The siblings laughed and looked at each other, and they were a little silly.

...

The siblings are still affectionate, but their followers are drifting away.

In the morning light, the prayers in Yongan City are still loud, but the clothes of the Atonement Army are divided into two colors-black and white. The two-colored crowd in prayer became more solemn.

Mela is humble and pious, and she hopes that God's blessing can also come to her.

Nicole is right, everything about her is given by the gods. So when someone questioned, God's punishment also came. She couldn't help secretly rejoicing that she woke up in time that day. Even if the dark night is driven out by the light, he will still live forever, day and night still alternate. And she can never escape the envelope of night.

She may not believe in the dark night, but she cannot question his existence in the night.

Mela thought she needed to make up for it, because she had questioned God's arrangement. And the only thing she can do at the moment is devout prayers. Pray for God’s punishment, pray for God’s forgiveness.

She focused on the idol in her hand, focused on the light that once appeared in the night. With selfless concentration and piety, the gleam in her palm gradually became fierce.

Part of the power of a wizard comes from will, from recognition and belief. As long as you have seen it, as long as you are convinced that the path is correct, as long as your ability fits that path.

But Mela regarded all this as a gift from the gods. In her joy, the light became more dazzling, and she became more focused and pious.

Early that morning, the **** cast his gaze on Mela. Because of her pious confession, she forgave her guilt and gave her a gift.

...

I don't know when it started, but the swarm also joined in prayer. The Swarm only worships their only king-Lily. At the beginning of the day, under the command of the insect king, the insects scattered everywhere began their evil-looking sacrifices.

In the morning breeze, the friction sound of insect wings was transmitted to Yong'an City, and also to Ruiou's ears.

The group of cannibals, Ruiou finally got rid of their predicament, they were able to dress themselves up as adults in Yongan City. Now they are well-dressed and they have recovered their human appearance, but some things can never be recovered.

Ruiou prayed intently, but he couldn't tell whether he was pious or fearful. Because as long as he saw those two images, he couldn't help but soften his legs.

I used to think that my mistress could only cut with swords. Until that night, the skyrocketing beam of light rose in Yongan City. Perhaps, the hostess just likes the feeling of the sword into the flesh, the cry under the sword, and the groan of dying after the sword. It was like making him a despicable cannibal, maybe just because she liked it.

Ruiou would not choose to stand in a team, neither light nor darkness gave him warmth or reliance, they only brought deep fear. Fools will fight against them. If you want to believe it, you will believe it. Even if he wanted his life, Ruiou would not resist, because that would only bring more pain. I just need to obey! I just want to live humble.

The cannibals are self-contained, because the favor of the gods has never come to them. No idols appeared, no gods whispered in the night, gods only treated them harshly, but they were the most pious group of people.

Devoted to the most primitive instinct-to live.

After the morning prayer, they will set off again to clean up the other side of Yong'an City and create a new uninhabited area as a buffer. May the gods bless them to return safely, and they will eat the flesh and blood of the enemy to worship the gods.

...

That night, the beam of light soaring into the sky was too dazzling, and countless demons saw the shocking vision. Then the news of the fall of Yong'an City spread out and began to spread to the interior of the Demon Race Continent.

Several elite scouts disappeared towards Yongan City and successfully brought back a few prisoners. Then a shocking news leaked out-the gods have come!

lie!

But under the torture, the prisoners swore their oaths. They had seen the gods and their power. The gods are a pair of young men and women, they represent eternal light and darkness.

It was also the light that cleaned Yongan City instantly!

The captives behaved differently, but they all agreed on the gods. At the end, even the tormentor began to hesitate.

The captives were detained separately, and then the watchers reported that they were praying in the same way, praying that the gods would forgive them, and pray that they could return to their arms after death.