Wizards of the North

When Bran was in a hurry, the little wizard in Shuang Wing City was not idle either. Just as Bran guessed, driven by curiosity, they immediately began to spoil them after they got their share of the bee colony.

Soon, everyone took out the first sample, and then triumphantly placed it in front of Bran, so Northland City became a monster playground in the blink of an eye.

Because of the scarcity of materials, although there are many types of monsters, the number of individuals is pitifully small. Most of them hung each other like the first angel.

Similarly, within a few days, these monsters were sent to Venus for testing. The believers on Qiming are therefore under pressure. Some people think that the gods are already dissatisfied with their procrastination, so they send these strange and powerful creatures.

A new appellation began to circulate in the camp-the envoy.

For the absolute majority of believers, the appearance of the envoy is pressure, competition, and spur. But for a few sacrifices, it means that a new class has emerged above them, a competitor that is trusted and favored by the gods.

Some people even thought of more...

Before the swarm died and the envoy appeared, Quella was puzzled by the relationship between the two and did not have time to think about it. However, when the light **** envoy appeared in the camp with his light wings dancing, he realized that something was a bit unusual.

Although Quella couldn't know the creatures in the old world well, but those powerful ones will surely be heard even if they have never seen them before. But these two creatures suddenly appeared, he had never heard of them.

Where do they come from?

It is impossible for the gods to do meaningless things. What is the relationship between the overwhelming bee colony and them? Are those bee colonies used for summoning sacrifices?

If it is a sacrifice, what are the conditions for the summoning?

Quilla could see that the gods were cold and rigid, and acted unflexibly. But for the gods, this may be the most rare advantage. With the emergence of divine envoys, they, the extraordinary people of the old age, became dispensable.

The reason why the gods can tolerate them is precisely their strength and some irreplaceable uses.

Quella felt that this was one of the sources of magic. But looking at the magical power over the camp, he began to be uncertain. The gods seem to be able to extract all kinds of magic power directly from the sea of ​​magic power.

In addition, it is impossible for the gods to do everything by themselves. Someone needs to run for them and deal with some minor troubles. These extraordinary people are just the best candidates.

When these reasons no longer exist, will the gods still tolerate them?

Thinking of this, Quella couldn't help but shudder.

One after another, envoys appeared again, and when they learned of the various missions they shouldered, Quilla felt a deep chill in his heart. He realized that this was a test, and there was elimination...

However, these divine envoys seemed unaware, and they carried out according to the divine metaphor without any complaints. Living, patrolling, then hunting...

The task became more and more complicated and difficult, and it took longer and longer for them to leave the camp. One day, Quella suddenly realized that these unflexible envoys had already done a lot of work.

Every envoy is like this, doing his own thing silently. They neither ask for help, nor help others. This silence and perseverance has infected many believers, who regard it as a kind of training and call it-asceticism.

Seeing more and more believers in the camp began to talk and imitate, Quella couldn't help feeling very much.

There were a steady stream of people who followed, and the camp gradually became crowded. Quira knew that it was time to make room for the latecomers. On the day he left, Zulong's roar came from behind him.

Quela shook his head and said to himself: "The self-righteous fools are just a group of humble creatures, and the gods have not reserved a place for us.

And you Nita, the original betrayer, hope you will discover something in your foresight as soon as possible. "

"My lord, where are we going?"

"Choose any direction and keep going."

"My lord, what about the plan?"

"There is no need to plan, just follow the divine metaphor."

"grown ups?"

"You can call me Quella or a high sacrifice, but don't call me an adult. I am just like you, but a dispensable thing."

"What's wrong with you?"

Quella looked around, "For the gods, we have lost the last point of value, so those gods appeared.

At present, their individual strength is still not comparable to ours, but so what? As long as you are obedient, it's like the swarm of bees all over the sky, fearing death, and when they die, they will summon even more powerful beings.

I recalled the scene over and over again, and suddenly realized that the swarm of bees and the envoy holding a shovel afterwards were actually the same. "

"grown ups?"

"I said, don't call me an adult."

Quilla emphasized again before continuing: "Aura, they have almost the same aura, it's more like a rebirth on the ashes."

Speaking of this, Quella was taken aback for a moment-he thought of who had summoned the swarm.

"Death, then rebirth-who does this remind you of?"

Someone immediately reacted: "Dark Night!"

"Yes, Dark Night--" Quilla exhaled, "and only he will ignore life and death. If one day, if one of us has a rebellious mind, he will use two methods.

Either the bee colony or the envoy will be overwhelming. Wave after wave never ends, more powerful creatures will be born on the embers of death.

Do you understand? That was actually a warning to us that he was already impatient. So don't call me an adult, let alone disobey the will of the gods at this time. "

Quilla nodded lightly, "He doesn't need us to have minds that have nothing to do with gods, just like a swarm of bees."

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