Wizards of the North

No one in Double Wing City expected that Bran would be so frantic about this matter.

Originally, I wanted to give Bran a good look so that he could see how good his side was. Unexpectedly, Bran said he would fight, and he still fights. I imagined that the wit and courage between you and me did not happen at all. In the face of the swarming ghosts, here we can only retreat and retreat.

"Stop! Pause!"

Through the magic net, the little wizard on the wings frequently shouted in the air.

"Stop! I promised to try not to kill myself."

"It's just a game, why are you really?"

"We'll be anxious if we fight again!"

"Why are you still fighting?"

...

Although he made a bunch of excuses to delay time, Bran was unmoved, and the dead gradually appeared to be present.

The little wizards of Double Wings have not realized that even the game is a game that must be taken seriously for Bran, and has a completely different mentality from them from the beginning.

They didn't even notice that Bran had already lost patience with their procrastination. It hasn't been activated just because the timing is not yet ripe.

Now, Bran still doesn't think the time is right. He just doesn't want to drag it for ten, twenty years, or even longer. God knows what kind of troubles will occur during this period.

In the world, human souls only occupy a small part, and there are too many souls that cannot be guided by faith. Those can only be polished and penetrated slowly by magic.

But Bran felt that he could try it, and wanted to form a whirlpool-like trend to attract all of these. He believes that once attracted, the vortex will become bigger and bigger, and eventually everything will be quickly brought under control. So once things started, they had to be done in one go, and Bran didn't want to mess things up.

As time passed, the little wizards gradually realized that Bran would never stop waiting for them. Just like many years ago, he would just bury his head in doing his own things, ignoring the voices and opinions of other people.

Even after more than ten years, Bran is still so annoying, and he refuses to care about the feelings and attitudes of others.

Yes, at this time Bran did not want and did not want to care about the feelings of other people, even his eldest brother Adam. It was originally hoped that Adam would give priority to provoking the contradictions of the believers of the Guangming family, and accelerate the spread and deepening of beliefs in confrontation and competition. Who would have thought that he would directly provoke the contradiction between the believers in the light and the dark night.

Since everyone has their own ideas and wants to make things develop in the direction that is most beneficial to them, why should he scrutinize too much on this vitally related matter?

But Bran’s unscrupulousness is not useless, at least the number of people who believe in piety suddenly increases. It is a matter of life and wealth, and no one dares to be sloppy on this kind of thing.

As time goes by, the number of deaths is increasing, which is unbearable. But the trend of the undead spreading still hasn't stopped...

Depressed! It's not just the people on Qiming, it's the same for all people who saw this catastrophe, even the little wizard in Double Wing City was frightened.

...

Facing the unstoppable unstoppable spirit in an instant, the believers of the Guangming family were confused from top to bottom. No one mentions words such as revenge and counterattack.

But their confidence has not been lost, on the contrary, their beliefs are becoming stronger. All signs indicate that the gods are still protecting them.

Those truly devout believers can always get rid of the entanglement of the dead souls and survive. Once or twice may be a fluke, but who will think so after a few times?

As the souls progressed, they encountered the first small village with an altar. Then, under the gaze of people's horror and despair, he detoured.

So around the altar, the villagers worked hard to build a temple in a short time. With the advent of the temple, the surrounding area returned to peace. Although there will be one or two wandering souls sporadically, it is no longer enough.

Some people who escaped by chance began to gather here. As more and more people gathered, small villages turned into small towns, small towns turned into small cities, and the temples in the city became tall and majestic.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the simple altar in the center of the temple.

In this way, with the expansion of the souls of the dead, the temples on Qiming Continent sprung up one after another like mushrooms.

In the face of the shock, there is still a group of people unscathed-the demons believers represented by Mela. Among them, there are both high-profile rituals and low-status drudgery, but they all have a common feature, all of which come from outside Shuangyi City. Whether prominent or inferior, they all have the same identity—a slave, a slave of the gods.

For other believers, the term slave may be just a way of expressing humility, but for people like Mela, it is their most proud and true identity.

They are in awe of the gods, including the dark night that is causing trouble here.

They still remember the original prayer, the chant that sang the light and night at the same time. They once sang the greatness of light in the darkness of dawn, and they also promised the peace of the night in the middle of the sunset.

They are used to hanging idols around their necks and hiding them in their hearts. Although beliefs have changed, the idols at that time have never been discarded. For them, this is a symbol of status and glory.

When some people were in danger of facing countless souls swarming, these old marks saved them. The dead soul glided past like flowing water, rushing to the distance...

...

When Mela found Nicole again, she felt like a lifetime.

"Do you know everything that happened outside?"

Nicole nodded calmly, "We have our own news channel."

Mela smiled bitterly, "Yes, you did everything that happened outside. As a high priest, how could you not know?

Can you tell me when will all this end? "

"End? This is just the beginning." Nicole shook her head slightly, "Just like before, it appeared in front of us and brought us into despair. When everything in the past was broken, new hope was also cultivated in the broken. What we are today.

At that time, how did it end? "

Nicole shook his head again: "It won't end. It's just jumping from one beginning to another, and each beginning will have a profound impact. For us, it may be a lifetime or a lifetime. After all, death Not the end, it is still a new beginning.

So don't think about when it will end, but how to start. "

Mela let out a sulky breath, "So, how are you going to start?"

"The youngest Yumen have gone out, trying to calm the unwillingness and anger of the dead souls and let them regain peace."

Mela was taken aback, "How dare you..."

"What dare you?" Nicole sighed, "No! Sooner or later you will understand that things are not what you think they are."

...

"It feels, it's snowing..."

Hearing the meow reminder beside him, Ai Qi looked up at the blue sky, speechless for a while. It's not that I don't believe it, but it's jealous.

When Meow jumped into the water and flopped, Ai Qi found out that Bran and Zoya had their own marks on the child's ass. Aiqi believes that just like Huahua's mark, they will also give Meow some power, allowing him to gradually show some talent.

He regrets his slowness, although it is not easy to let these marks appear on his forehead, but the position of the **** is no problem. When Bran asked to take care of his children, he should take these as conditions.

It's been a while since I came here with Meow. The reason why I stopped roaming is because the undead has already invaded here...