Wizards of the North

If you go with the flow, the tornado will not pounce here. Every winter, the north wind will continue to whistle south, and the general trend of the tornado will only be engulfed and head south.

Bran put down his raised **** again several times. This wind made him see a lot and learn a lot. The last time I saw a similar scene was on that unknown island. But there are many differences. That storm was not caused by a monster, it just danced in the wind and rain.

The tornado in front of him was caused by Xi Rui.

At this time, the magic power of Xi Rui mixed in the tornado was already insignificant. But it is this insignificant magic power, like the hanging silk on the puppet's head, controlling this behemoth. After watching for a long time, the feeling of danger will also arise. These hanging threads seem to break at any time.

Bran didn't know what progress or discovery his sister had made, but she was still mobilizing magic power and didn't mean to relax at all. Since Xi Rui still has spare energy, she should be fine.

It was unimaginable that the little fairy in the clouds had condensed a magic snake. Bran believes that even if the storm is over, the core things of this strange snake will remain. Like the body of an ancient tree, like the current self, its core part has been completely magical, no longer a fragile ice crystal.

Although the core is still very small, the bright magic light illuminates the huge body of the strange python, providing it with unimaginable strength and vitality.

Inspired by this, Bran thought about his own clothes, and he knew what to do. Items that are completely magical, such as the leaves and branches of ancient trees, and even their own flesh and blood.

At this time, two ancient trees were also watching Bran with Bran under the tower. After listening to Bran's request, they fell off a small branch at the same time and threw it to the top of the tower. But they ignored it, it was only a small part for them. So facing the two big tree forks coming head-on, Bran was shot directly below.

A wisp of gray smoke rose from under the cover of the branches and leaves, spreading along the branches and leaves. When the ash dissipated, the branches and leaves turned into sets of clothes. The texture of the garment surface is looming leaf veins. When you look closely, you will find the image of two ancient trees hidden in the veins.

Bran lifted a piece of clothing and shook it lightly, and the clothing suddenly turned into a cloud of ash and fell into his palm. After rolling for a while, he changed back to his clothes again and landed on his arm. This can only be done at the moment, and it will take time to polish it carefully to completely purify this piece of clothing by its own magic.

It's just that at present, Bran's own magic has not been completed, so naturally he will not give priority to polishing foreign objects. Remove the clothing and armor, and his two short knives also need to be polished by magic.

Today's short knife-fragility, has long been an inseparable part of him. He has many ideas ready to be realized. Since it has spirituality, can it be brought into the sea of ​​magic? Receive a purer magic flush there. After the baptism of the sea of ​​magic, what changes will happen?

But all this requires waiting, waiting for itself to complete the transformation before it can be them. At that time, try to inject your own flesh and blood into it.

During Bran's distraction, the tornado has grown a bit more. The North City was also gradually affected, and the chill from the wind became icy.

The distant vision has already attracted everyone's attention. The Wincher Hill and his wife, as well as Dani and others, have also ascended the tower and looked there nervously.

Dany asked, "Bran, what happened there?"

"Xi Rui, she fanned out a little wind." Bran pretended to be relaxed.

"Is your sister okay?" The mother was a little nervous.

"What can happen to her? Even if something happens, we will be the unlucky one." Bran's casual complaint revealed some truth.

"Then you won't stop it?" The mother's tone became a little harsh.

"No hurry, it's no harm to her."

"You can't just think from your own perspective, you have to consider the feelings of other people in the city."

"To be honest, I don't have a good way." Bran held a few sets of clothes, drilled back into the tower from the top of the tower outside, and stood beside his parents. "And this is very important to Xi Rui."

Seeing everyone's attention fell on him, waiting for him to continue to explain. Bran had to ask, "What do you see?"

Someone answered, "Wind, cloud, and lightning."

Bran shook his head, "It's fire, magical fire. The countless lives in the snow underground and in the woods are becoming its sacrifices. After this sacrifice, another great wizard will appear in the north.

I didn't understand before, but now I understand a little bit. I chose to practice, and I kept killing on the road of the trial. During that time, I even became a little bloodthirsty. At first, I thought it was influenced by Huahua, but that was not just the influence of Huahua. The growth of magical power also needs life to balance, I just unintentionally followed instinct.

But it was during that time that my strength grew extremely fast.

The accumulation of my magic power is actually enough, just a sacrifice of lack of life. Dani knew that when I first arrived in Northland City, I started to lose control. I even swallowed the power of some wizards, I thought it was their magic that attracted me.

Thinking about it now, it's actually not. For wizards, abilities contain too many essences of life, and I happen to be able to assimilate and swallow these.

I should be grateful to those who provoke me, but they actually helped me out of crisis after crisis. My strength has grown exponentially, and in fact, there is a credit for them.

I can also alleviate my thirst for life by devouring other wizards or the power of monsters, but other wizards cannot.

Just like the trials of our northerners, we need magical supplements at that pass. That's why my sister chose to leave the villa, no matter what her reason is? Its essence is still to harvest life and provide what you need for your growth.

I really envy my sister, she will always find the best time under the control of instinct. But I always thought about it, and missed opportunities again and again.

In fact, I am more like a defective product, failing to comply with the call of magic at the most important hurdles, and get what I need in time. I don't want my sister and Zoya to be like me. The purpose of this trip is to let them reap their lives, and they can naturally feel the call in the dark.

And this fire is overwhelming, what can I do? I can try my best to stop everything in front of me. But do you want Xi Rui to become a more perfect wizard, or a defective product like me? "

No one answered Bran’s last question, another great wizard. Or it can't be called the great wizard, because she has not established the corresponding merits.

But this is not important, what is important is the word "perfect", even if Bran says it is perfect. Even Bran himself couldn't hide his excitement. He wanted to see with his own eyes what this little monster, who has inherited the experience of the goblin, sister, and his own, would look like with his own eyes.

Therefore, he will not take the initiative to ruin her, as long as she has not really caused irreparable losses here.

He also wants to see, where will his sister eventually go?

At this time, Xi Rui had gradually become sober, and the whispering wind in the mirror would never stop. She already understands that as long as the world is still changing, the whisper will not stop.