Wizards of the North

The hovering Nag did not fall into the camp, but crossed the camp and fell into the distance. After landing, there was no stopping, and he went straight to the distant mountains.

This situation shocked Mela and the many demons in the camp. Time can indeed hide memories and make people no longer think of things that they don't want to face again, but they can't be completely forgotten.

The swarms of insects now far away finally awaken these memories and fears. Just like more than ten years ago, they did not dare to hesitate, and almost instinctively followed the steps of the insects.

...

"What are those?"

Seeing the demons in the camp seizing the last chance to disappear into the distance, Lily was finally in the mood to speak out her doubts.

"Really, I don't know."

Feeling that the gaze around him is a little uncomfortable, Bran casually beckoned a group of wild bees: "Have you noticed? Ink color, space and phantom flower branches, three kinds of magic are reflected in this group of small things. Of course there are other numbers. Unclear magic is just too scarce.

Of course I have the ability to remove these impurities, but are they really impurities?

Magic will always find a way out, right?

I decided not to worry about it, just set a vague direction and see what can be bred. "

The wild bees in front of them were then rubbed into a ball, and finally formed a seed.

"It's it, a seed."

Xi Rui corrected in time, "I feel more like a cocoon."

"Well, as long as you are happy, you can call it anything."

As he said, a cloud of black magic turned into a mist and enveloped it.

"Look at that, that's it. For the first time, I no longer deliberately sculpt it, hoping for surprises."

Xi Rui was a little puzzled, "If there is no surprise, or nothing has been bred?"

"Then try another method."

"I mean the believers in the camp have been shocked by the momentum you created. How are you going to end it?"

Bran sneered, "They? I have to consider how to end in front of them? But now, it is up to you to consider how to end.

After all, those beliefs have nothing to do with me, and there are no believers of the dark night line in the camp. "

The seed had cracked while speaking, and a miniature version of the sickle came out. Bran exhaled, "That's it, it seems that the gestation result is very stable."

Looking at the scene before her, Lily asked hurriedly: "By the way, how did they cause harm?"

"Souls, their sickles can switch between reality and reality, and they can directly damage or even take them away through the body. The sickle is part of the body before alive, like the poisonous needle on the tail of a bee, it is a natural attack method."

Suddenly Lily thought of something, and immediately brought a huge bee cloud. So Bran’s dissatisfaction was immediately attracted: "Hey! What are you going to do? I have consumed a lot just now, and I have to leave some time for them to thrive."

"I know, I just want to do a similar experiment, hurry up and help me make it into a cocoon. You may not have thought about the effect of other people's magic, right.

Slow down, don't worry! At least let us see the specific process. In the future, you don't need to trouble you to do it yourself, we will directly use the power of the magic network to complete it. "

Within a few breaths, the bee cloud had been compressed into a giant cocoon about half a human height, and then a cloud of light mist covered it. But unlike what Bran showed before, the haze was quickly consumed.

Bran couldn't help but snorted, and immediately looked closely. It caused other people to become tense and craned their necks together. This time the gestation time was much longer than before, but no one felt impatient. On the contrary, because of curiosity, full of expectation.

In anticipation, the giant cocoon slowly dispersed. It's like finding the fabric of the thread, and untie it layer by layer along this thread.

Do not! Not unraveling, but turning into golden wings and slowly opening. Under the wings is a figure sitting on his knees with a big sword in his arms, and its gray-white hood hides its appearance in the shadows.

"It's a rare good material!" After sighing, Lily hurriedly stopped the other people who were ready to move. "Don't rush to experiment, as Bran just said-leave some time for them to thrive."

...

As the wings slowly opened, Bran realized that he was going to make these **** cheaper again. So calmly, moved a batch of beehives to the grassland in the netherworld.

With the arrival of the hive, Bran's figure slowly appeared in front of Stan.

"long time no see."

Stan gave a wry smile, "I've been in your grasp, why haven't I seen you for so long? This time, what do you want to do?"

"I'm just using everything. It's a bit monotonous to always play with these flowers and plants. How about taking care of the bee colony by the way?"

"I heard those young people say that you are accustomed to following the fairness among wizards. After all these years, I have worked hard..."

Bran couldn't help laughing, and interrupted: "More than ten years ago, you never thought about giving me a fair chance, how can I give you fair now?"

"I heard that many people have been pardoned."

"Because those people are useless to me, but you are very useful to me. You are one of the few people who can see through the nature of my power at a glance, knowing that this is a mutilated and paranoid life force.

Of course, this is not to say how clever you are, just because you also have a certain life force, like this lush green grass under our feet. "

"No! I didn't see through the nature of your power at a glance, it was the undead who inspired me."

"Okay, but you have aroused my interest no matter what. You just haven't been able to get out of your body to observe and study you. But don't worry, I may have time soon."

Stan couldn't help but shivered, trying to beg but he stopped living because he knew it wouldn't work.

"Don't worry, I won't cut you into several pieces. It just requires long-term observation and research. I believe you will also understand that this kind of research takes a long time."

Stan asked with a groan, "How long is it?"

Bran spread out his hand, "It's probably been so long..."

Blocking some of Stan's extravagant hopes, Bran continued: "But I will not limit your freedom in this world. I hope that after hearing this news, I will feel better."