Wizards of the North

Il today found Bran with a few drawings of crossbows and asked for advice.

With the warming of the weather and the possibility of a new offensive at any time, all countries have also begun to actively prepare. After understanding the individual gap with aliens, long-range weapons became the first choice. Front-line parties hope that Bran can help produce such weapons and expressed their willingness to send craftsmen to provide guidance.

Bran is not optimistic about such arrangements, in his eyes it is only the difference between early death or late death. Whether it is the leading amphibious man or other creatures around the corner, this time it will definitely come prepared.

Limited by materials, it is difficult for one's own long-range weapons to take advantage. Compared to the barren continent, the world protected by magic must have more high-quality resources, and their crossbows will only be stronger than here.

Thinking about it now, I should thank Sina. A storm last year not only killed many amphibians, but also destroyed a lot of supplies. Unfortunately, this year will not have such good luck.

Not necessarily, maybe you can try. Thinking of this, Bran tore a large piece of Sina's flesh from the pool and threw it into the perpetual river.

Wait, maybe there will be interesting changes, and he decided to watch it again.

"You discuss it." Bran showed an indifferent attitude. "By the way, ask the Niels if they want to do this kind of business. Also, don't destroy everything around us. It's not worth a few crossbows."

"Okay," Il happily agreed, but didn't mean to leave.

Bran looked up at Il, "What else?"

"I want to ask you a question." After seeing Bran nodded, Il continued: "Are the magic attributes of wizards set in stone?"

"More or less there will always be some changes, and the degree varies from person to person. Only when a certain threshold is touched can the real shape begin, and then the fruits will be cultivated on this basis to prepare for the next step.

Ability changes like ours will be slightly smaller, but other things, such as strengthening individual strength, may change greatly. They have more choices and will be affected by the environment and their own likes and dislikes. In other words, the group of people is more like a group of rice buckets, as long as they can eat when they have no choice. When you can choose, you will subconsciously absorb certain magic power according to your preferences. The advantage is that it grows faster in the initial stage, but I haven't found the disadvantage yet. When the magic power is finalized, the power will gradually fit with it, showing corresponding characteristics. "

Il exhaled, "Can you give advice on the choice?"

"No, my knowledge of magic is still superficial." Brand paused, and continued with a chuckle: "I know, you have been affected by the changes in the city. I don't have very good suggestions for this, nor can I be sure of this. Whether the impact is beneficial. The change has just begun, and I also know nothing about many things and I cannot control it."

Bran pointed to the surroundings, "This will be a competition, even for wizards. Everything here is your friend and your opponent.

If someone feels uncomfortable, they can travel for a while. Wizards are different from ordinary people and have higher independence. When listening to the sound of magic, you can also choose your own path. "

...

Spring has come, not only has everything started to recover, but even more troubles have begun.

When the giant left, he didn't dare to accept Bran's "gift" and only brought the gift he gave to Xi Rui. They asked Bran to rest assured that he would faithfully convey his greetings and wishes.

The short knife was "fragile" lying quietly among the gifts, guarding everything secretly according to Bran's instructions. Among the gifts was an inconspicuous small box with a mass of Bran's flesh and blood, which was a temporary lair for the fairies. Whispering can't worry about Xi Rui, so she decides to go there with a few young fairies.

The magic net splits once again, following closely behind the giant...

Recently, the exploration of ancient trees has begun to change, and the demand for magic power is also increasing. Huahua needs to take full care of the old tree, which makes Bran, who has been able to spare, feel the pressure.

cycle! Bran has been a bit angry about this lately. He can only passively pay before the cycle is really established, which makes him a little regretful for spreading the stall too much.

Bran couldn't bear to retract the magic net that had been opened, so he could only grit his teeth and insist.

Regarding Thrid in his belly, Bran has decided to let him go first and maintain the status quo for the time being.

But Strider was not ready to let Bran go, always wanted to chat with him. If you don't get a response, you start to make noise. Bran is helpless, isn't it good for everyone to be quiet for a while?

"What will you say today?"

"How long will it take you to digest me cleanly?"

"At the current rate, it's a hundred or eighty years faster, and slower, I really don't know..."

"Can't you give me a good time?"

"That's easy. You come out of the fruit, and I'll give you a good deal immediately."

"If I could go out, I wouldn't hide here and suffer."

"By the way, when your remaining flesh and blood are all old and corrupt, will you also die?"

"At least it won't die right away, does this disappoint you?"

"No, just to prove some of my speculations. The bottom of the tributary has mountain-like debris. I thought about a certain possibility. Once there was something else trapped here and growing, but in the end it could only usher in death in loneliness. ."

Strider let out a soft snort, "Are you making up a story? No one can sneak into the bottom of the magical sea, let alone any wreckage."

Bran was silent for a while, "Can you see each other in the sea of ​​magic power? Or aliens from other continents."

Strider let out a ridiculous laugh, "Our fruit is like a key with different shapes, opening different doors, how can it be possible to enter the same place?

The abilities vary greatly, and the forms of expression are also completely different. Many abilities are incompatible like fire and water, so how can they be on the same path?

The vastness of the sea of ​​magic is not what you can imagine, we are insignificant in it, how can we see each other? "

Suddenly, Bran continued to ask: "What if water and fire are two sides?"

"Stop talking about sleep, we all know it's impossible."

Bran was too lazy to argue, and was silent.

Faced with Bran’s silence, Strider began to lose confidence, “Have you really sneaked into the bottom of the magical sea and saw a mountain of debris?”

"No, just talk casually."

"How do you think you just told the truth?"

"You are right, the vastness of the sea of ​​magic is not what I can imagine, so we can't see each other. Because we are on different roads and different positions."