Wizards of the North

manpower!

Although it has long been allowed to be selected from the undead, all members, including Charlotte, are unwilling to recruit. Tired is more tired, but I feel at ease.

Standing at the junction of life and death, Charlotte gradually gained a sense of detachment overlooking life and death. Dealing with the affairs that the gods can handle all the time, made her feel that she has become a god.

The great wizard distributes the authority that the deity can possess to them, and must firmly grasp it anyway. She can complain, but she dared not let go of her only authority. Regardless of whether you have the ability to take charge, you must do your best to persevere.

Ambition has always been there, especially after regaining part of the power and memory. Because of this, she dared not show anything unusual.

The more you know, the less guts. And she was very fortunate that she was not a bold person in that memory.

I thought all this was nothing but Bran’s temptation, but only after observing that I realized that I was completely wrong. The Great Wizard really doesn't care, and this is what makes people feel scared.

From the bottom of her heart, she is grateful to Bran, no matter who she is. It can be said that if she hadn't met Bran, her fate was worrying. It was Bran who made everything she has today.

She missed her innocent self, the little girl who still hated her family. Sometimes it's good to be heartless, at least to have real happiness.

But now, it's not possible anymore...

The magic sea in my memory is so vast, I thought it would take a long, long time to touch it again. But she knew that as long as she went through the back door of the trial hall, it was all right. The tributaries that belong to her are being mixed among the many tributaries flowing out of the rainbow, forming a majestic waterfall flying straight down.

What really awed Charlotte was the carelessness shown by the Great Wizard. The scene in the garden is like casual graffiti that is not worth mentioning.

Those long-lasting memories told her that if she wanted to stay here steadily, beside the great wizard, she had to take the corresponding responsibilities.

The portal, no one can get around it in or out. It stands to reason that guarding one side's portal is very easy and very important work. But the plan never changed fast, and after all, she could not go on leisurely...

"cycle--"

Charlotte ran up to Sajia and groaned feebly, and she immediately rolled her eyes.

"Don't talk to me about cycles, it will only make me feel hopeless."

"We can change jobs, after all my adjutant title is still there."

"Go! There is a pile that has been sorted over there. Take it away quickly."

Charlotte waved his hand, "Save some more and let me take a break first. By the way, you don't have to work so hard, right? You don't take a few dogs like me and don't understand people."

Shajia hissed, "How do you speak?"

"Too tired, too annoying. You know, I don't mean that."

Shajia shook her head, "It's all my family, so how can I watch them tired? Let's share some of them."

Charlotte glanced around and found that there were no people around and continued to say: "I will watch for you. You will help me send these undeads over, and take a rest under the rainbow by the way."

Shajia raised her head and looked towards the rainbow, but it was a pity that the fog blocked her vision. If you don't enter the garden, you can't see the scenery there.

"As you said, save some more." Sajia smiled, "Il and the others are going to be jealous again."

...

Il was not really jealous of this kind of thing, as Shaga guessed. Occasionally expressed emotions are just a kind of adjustment. And she believes that suffering and tiredness are only temporary.

Nether is not a dead thing, it is alive, it has been quietly learning and changing. As they tried to adapt to the Nether environment, Nether was also adapting to them.

If it hadn't been for the influx of dead souls in Qiming, they wouldn't have been so busy as they are now.

The magic of the ink color flows slowly, gradually manifesting various forms under various demands. Il believes that it will not take long for magic to accomplish many tasks independently. People like them only need to bear the responsibility of supervision to prevent accidents from happening.

So she, like other white-robed wizards, works in a hopeful state, and she doesn't feel that life is too difficult.

Charlotte had something on his mind, they all noticed it. In fact, several wizards who gained power during the expedition ten years ago have more or less similar performances.

Il didn't want to guess too much about this kind of thing, she just had to follow the wizard. Thinking of this, she quietly looked back at Mary who was sitting on a high place.

Il never thought that an ordinary wizard like her would one day be able to hold the authority of the gods. Even a little authority is already satisfied.

Charlotte and Sajia may not have deep feelings, or they may have deliberately hidden them, but no matter what, they will firmly grasp the power that belongs to them. In fact, everyone is like this, standing on the edge of life and death is gradually different.

...

Buzz immersed himself in his work and ignored the things around him.

Although he is not a wizard, he feels more deeply about Nether's changes. Today, earth-shaking changes have taken place here, and some strange things are happening.

Some are influenced by their work, and some are influenced by the influx of souls.

Every day I record the deeds of my souls, and I am more and more aware of people's expectations and fantasies. Those who do good hope to get good rewards; those who do evil are afraid of unbearable consequences...

As people's hearts gradually appeared, Nether began to change...