Wizards of the North

Because of the existence of the black dragon Maya, Irene did not stay much longer, and left after visiting Dany. Although the purpose of this trip was not achieved satisfactorily, I learned some things.

The most urgent thing is to establish an unbreakable partnership with Maya, but this is not easy. During this time of getting along, what she saw in Maya was unruly. He stood in front of Maya when he was in distress, only delaying its death. It was Bran who really saved it. Whether it is strength or kindness, she lacks a cornerstone for Maya to recognize.

Bran is right, Maya possesses very high wisdom. She felt the same, but didn't think about it. She could see that Maya was very dissatisfied with the living environment. At that time, she thought it was only the cause of magic. Looking back now, there was too much contempt and disdain hidden in that gaze.

On the way here, no matter what Maya I saw, she was dismissive. She didn't see a slight change in Maya's eyes until she approached Northland City and saw the towering spire from a distance. At that time she thought that Maya smelled the fragrance of magic. It now appears that it is an endorsement of civilization.

Since acquiring the black dragon, he has been too excited. Some details that should have been noticed were therefore ignored. Bran's reminder made her awake in horror, and was finally able to calmly think about the bit by bit between Maya.

After thinking for a moment, Irene couldn't help but shook her head and smiled bitterly. Maya understands her complex instructions from the beginning, which shows that it knows its own language. Those words and deeds that did not hide in front of it, those fierce struggles that were caused by jealousy and interests, I am afraid that they have already had an impact.

I should have noticed the anger hidden in its eyes a long time ago, I hope everything is still too late.

After sending Irene away, Branben thought of the scholar camp outside Sandstone City, but suddenly realized that he could not get out. The old tree of his own needs him, and the magical transformation of high-speed operation can't stop. Bran didn't want to test how his sudden departure would affect the ancient tree, so he had no choice but to send someone to investigate.

While waiting, he summoned the White Wolf and Snow Falcon. They wake up a few days later than Feiyu, but the changes are not as obvious as Feiyu, and the abnormal magical power fluctuations on their bodies are also nonexistent.

Letting go of them, Bran looked at the giant falcon that was still busy building its nest, and couldn't help but think about it. I don't know when the Snow Falcon and the Giant Falcon took a fork in the road. Looking at their reactions when facing the dragon together, there must be a very interesting story.

In the confrontation with the dragon, they are clearly at a disadvantage. But fortunately, facing a strong enemy at least stopped them from fighting. At that time, I was really helpless, maybe I should get a dragon outside. If they dare to fight again, let the dragon in.

Putting these things aside, Bran began to think about ways to get rid of the current dilemma. He didn't want to be trapped in the projectile land and become a pure source of magic power. As he thought about it, his eyes gradually fell on the water polo on the top of the tower, the key snatched from the monster in the sea.

Dare to think and dare to do has always been his style, so Bran appeared in the tower instantly and swallowed the water ball into his body. The old fairy who was cultivating a sapling on the top of the tower immediately yelled angrily: "What are you doing? Spit it out!"

How could Bran vomit for freedom? He began to lie to the old fairy: "We can't lose big because of small things, do we want this land to recover quickly? Without it, these seedlings will only grow slower and will not cause irreversible effects."

"Have you found a way to use it?"

"It's just a sudden idea, but it should succeed."

The old fairy Mikel immediately became alert, "What do you want to do?"

"My key has changed a little. It is now more like a gem in the void, opening a small hole for me to enter and exit. Just now I was thinking, could this water polo be the same? I might be able to It is also embedded in the void, allowing the magic power in the sea of ​​magic power to seep out from it."

"What are you going to do?"

"Polishing." Bran raised his hand and gestured, "Remove some of the traces left by the world on it, so that it will be stuck in the sea of ​​magic and cannot fully return to this world."

"How to polish?"

"Let the tributaries in the sea continue to wash away."

The old fairy raised his head and looked at the void carefully, but did not see the ink tributaries appear. So he raised his voice: "You lie to me, where are the tributaries?"

Bran blinked and pointed to his nose, "I am."

Mikel's eyes widened, suspecting that he had heard it wrong. He asked again in a sharp voice, "What did you say? You say it again!"

"I am, I have become a part of it."

The old fairy stood there for a while, sighed and stopped arguing with Bran. It fell on Bran’s shoulder and asked softly: "How could this be?"

"It's a careless moment, it's too late when I notice it." Bran smiled and said with comfort: "It's okay, the magic will always find a way out. And my luck has always been good, maybe there will be some unexpected discoveries."

The old fairy turned his head and looked at Bran carefully, but couldn't say something when he reached his mouth. After a moment of silence, the old fairy asked suddenly: "What is it like there?"

"I can't tell you. Chaos and order coexist there, and light and darkness are their poles. Countless tributaries are entangled in it, but they are distinct. When you look at it, it is endless; when you look back, you find it It's just a trickle. It's a drop of water, a river, a piece of sea, and it changes with your gaze. When you're in it, it's unfathomable; it jumps out of the water and it's crystal clear."

Bran shook his head, "Who knows what it looks like? But I know, I like it, I want to blend into it. Perhaps, I have never taken it carelessly, just conformed to my wish.

So you don't have to be surprised or sad about this kind of thing, it's just my choice. "

Mikel sighed, didn't want to ask or say more, just let the kid mess around. Under the rush of tributaries, how long can his consciousness last? How many times can he mess around?

The silence between the two did not last long, and scholar Buzz came to the door. He said that he saw a white robe preparing to explore the camp outside Sandstone City, so he wanted to report something to Bran.

"My old adversary-Ge Yin, sees your rise as a threat. He thinks that sooner or later the Northland will go south and annex all the countries on this continent. He thinks that the city of wisdom will no longer exist, and scholars will be affected. A fatal blow, so he decided to take some like-minded scholars to the new continent. His youngest protégé was sent to supervise shipbuilding matters, and it must be going well.

You just said that the scholar camp outside Sandstone City was invaded, and it may be related to this. His manpower should have been evacuated, so the defense there was insufficient. "

Speaking of this, Baz seemed a little embarrassed, "Moreover, the construction of the wizarding collar has already begun during this period, and there is an urgent need for experienced manpower. I used my influence to persuade some people to help in the past."

Bran took a serious look at the shameless old man. With Baz’s enthusiasm for immortality, most scholars outside Sandstone City are probably his direct line. No wonder the scholar has been quiet since seeing this old man. Bran looked at the old man in front of him a little unpleasantly, "If you betray your former companions, you are not afraid of incurring disaster? I am not afraid that one day I will really destroy the City of Wisdom as he thought."

"I have thought about it for a while, but as I understand you, I don't think this kind of thing will happen to you. You are a person who respects knowledge. Even if the Northland really annexes this continent one day, you will Keep the city of wisdom. You may not value the city and the people there, but you must care about the knowledge there. As the city and people that carry knowledge, you will survive with your tolerance. As long as they He has not forgotten his identity and can consistently guard and record the knowledge around him.

You can accept wizards of different races as students, so why not accept a few scholars to serve you? "

Bran cast his lip, "Okay, I accept your service. Then can you tell me about that continent."