Wizards of the North

Thick arms do not mean that strength is greater, because there are too many things that determine strength. You have claws and I have swords; you have thick skin and I am in armor.

When the hillbillies of Chitu Town realized this, it was too late.

As long as it is a wise group, there will be a "king." Some are outstanding in wisdom, some are superior in strength, of course, in most cases, they are only compared to other people around them. They usually have a more uniform name-the frog at the bottom of the well.

For example, walking up to Irene the screaming clown. If Irene could understand it, she probably couldn't help laughing.

In fact, the visitor is not very rude, but in a tyrannical tone introduces his "noble" identity and status, and declares his sovereignty over here.

Even if you haven't seen the world, you will be a little careful when facing strangers or things. After all, they are "people" with wisdom. Always talk about your own "reason" first, if you can convince people with reason, of course it is good; if you can't, then act by chance.

It is a pity that there is not a group of reasonable "people" in front of him. He is regarded as Liwei's target. The knight on the opposite side slowly drew the knife, and then swung it down unhurriedly. Time seemed to be stretched at that moment.

This gave him time to experience the process of death. The sharp claws, fangs, and thick scales were like paper paste, and they were gently cut open. The pain also struck slowly after the blade passed, and when it spread to the whole body, it dragged the consciousness into the darkness.

I-am I dead...

This is the last reverberation of consciousness.

As he fell, the onlookers rushed away, ran home in panic, closed the door and dropped the window.

...

Irene slowly put the bloodless long knife into the scabbard, now it is time to talk.

Homecoming is a sacrificial matter, as sharp blades, they only need to fear outsiders. Of course, fear is not an end, but a consequence that they no longer have to worry about. Just like taking the life of this indigenous, Irene just wants other people to recognize the reality and not to be arrogant.

Irene had another headache at the thought of talking. Unfamiliar land, unfamiliar words, she can't even imitate the inexplicable voice...

But people always find a way to communicate, don't they?

So they had the first batch of indigenous guides and the first batch of indigenous servants. And under the leadership of these guides and servants, rush to another goal...

Like a snowball, more and more indigenous people are entrapped and gradually become an army. The area passing by has gradually become prosperous, with villages, small towns and even a real city in front of them.

Irene saw real warriors appear on the head of the city, with sophisticated armors, weapons, and so on. So she thought of Maya and the dragon of Black Dragon Cliff.

Even if it is an insignificant indigenous, Irene does not want to make unnecessary sacrifices. Thinking of Maya, Irene couldn't help but shook her head—with a big heart, she fell asleep.

It doesn't matter if she falls asleep, she can ask other dragons for help. But I didn't expect that the long-lost Nita would come. And as soon as we met, there was no good saying, "It's too slow! It's really not like someone who has stayed with the Great Wizard."

"You—" Irene glared.

"Well, you have beautiful eyes, but you don't have to look at me like that?" Nita gave a weird smile, "I'm not Bran."

"..." The rogue attitude of the elders mocking the younger ones immediately made Irene lose her temper.

"Wizards are a group of people who focus on goals. No matter what Bran was in your mind, no matter what he has become now, he was a wizard.

Besides, he still considers himself a wizard most of the time. "

Seeing Irene's doubts, Nita shook her head: "It's like a seed, which germinates and takes root. Can it be regarded as a seed when it thrives?

Well, back to the current situation, we will have a lot of time to talk about him in the future.

——Well, you are not Bran and have no power to sweep the world.

Oh, don't look at me that way, neither can I. And our goal is not here, but also to leave room for latecomers, don't think about doing things absolutely. "

Seeing Irene nodded, Nita continued: "I heard that you have re-divided each other's responsibilities, which is good. I just want to remind you that war is only a means.

You need to set up a slogan and let people know the justice of this war. You have to let the indigenous people here know why the war came, even if it is just a hypocritical excuse. Rather than driving these poor guys like grazing.

After all, we are spreading a concept, a belief, even if you have already clarified each other's responsibilities, you must pay attention to convergence.

Not only externally, but internally, you knights also need to clarify your position. The most important point, who are you? "

"Who are we?" Irene repeated, frowning slightly.

"Yes, who are you?

You have abandoned your previous identity-Dragon Knight, but failed to further clarify your new identity. "

"I'm—the night knight."

"That's it, you need to make a formal announcement. And those who have been following you, also need you to help them clarify their identity. In this regard, you should learn from Pachu and confirm it through some kind of ritual, instead of self-proclaimed .This is not difficult for you, just a metaphor from him.

Only in this way can you truly own it, and the glory and status it brings. Only in this way will your battles and sacrifices be more meaningful.

They are not you. They not only need to fight for a certain ‘person’, but also for themselves, so they need a solid and reliable identity who can live and die for.

Only in this way can you stand in the world; and only in this way can you perform your duties better. You have to understand that the direction of being a sharp blade is not life and death, but the path indicated by the gods.

I wanted to say-great cause. But then I think about it, whether it is great or not is meaningless to most people, they are more concerned about their own status, interests, and so on. Even if it is just a false sense of honor, it is more worth pursuing than greatness.

As for things like greatness, it is a question that few of us need to think about. Don't be surprised, you do need to start thinking. You need to be soberly aware that today's choice will determine the future rise and fall of the race. Only in this way can we not be bothered by individual sacrifices and can fully utilize our own advantages.

As a knight, you have to come and go like the wind, gathering and scattering invisible. You have to throw it out like a big net, instead of gathering together like you are now, let alone being dragged down by this group of waste.

Driving them to lead can indeed reduce the loss, but it also slows down your pace. You don't need to storm the city, just skim over this land like the wind, let people make choices amidst trembling and fear, and pave the way for the sacrifices to spread faith.

Don't worry, those who think they are strong will naturally go out of the protection of the city wall and look for a decisive battle with you. At that time, you will reflect the image of invincibility into people's hearts. "

Nita paused and made a final supplement in a helpless tone: "We have too few people, and we will leave in a few years, so there is no time for a steady fight."

After that, Nita left like a okay person. Like a dream, it came silently and retreated silently, without disturbing others.

...

Just like Nita said, there are always some who think they are powerful will come to the door, but they didn't expect it to be so fast. After disbanding the squeezed servant army, the remaining knights looked extremely thin in number. And as the knights around him spread like a net, it became thinner...

When Irene was also preparing to bypass the city with a few knights, something happened.

Seeing the opportunity, the gate of the city opened a gap, squeezing out a small group of soldiers from it. With the arrogance of a warrior, challenge this side.

This is also the last time in their lives to show arrogance...

Irene therefore completely accepted Nita's suggestion, instead of getting entangled with people at one time, she swept across the land like the wind. The influence began to spread rapidly, and the reputation was blowing like the wind to all corners of the world.

As a result, there are more and more legends about the black knight, and the name of the **** of death frequently appears among them. There are rumors that they are not from this world, but from the kingdom of the dead—Netherworld.

But there are always people who do not want to believe, especially the ruler who has shaken the dominant position. In this context, there are many twists and turns in the war books sent to Irene.

"Don't run around like a mouse in a bellows. If you still have the honor of being a soldier, then we will have a clear battle.

If you really stand behind the deity in charge of death, why should you fear the battlefield, blood, and death? "

Irene certainly wouldn't be afraid, neither would the knights beside her. And this time, they will defend their own identity and honor.

Not long ago, Irene heard Bran’s whisper and agreed to her request with the laziness and tiredness of just waking up.

The death knight and the night knight after the advancement will belong to her and her knights alone. If necessary, you can add a big letter in front of it yourself, as long as she wants.

This makes Irene a bit speechless...

I wanted to say a few more words, but Bran seemed to be troubled by tiredness, and even yawned with her...

...

The battlefield was chosen by the opponent, and Irene just arrived as scheduled. Even if she already knew that the other party was several times her own. They came to the battlefield silently, facing the people on the other side in silence, shouting Ma Si, quietly waiting for them to line up.

In the role of magic, the death knight has long been integrated with the mount under him. When they stood still, it was like a silent black statue without the slightest noise.

Silence is contagious, and the other side of the battlefield has gradually fallen into dead silence. It's just that kind of silence, more like a child hiding under the bed, losing the ability to speak in fear. They also began to stand upright, but their bodies showed uncoordinated stiffness. But not everyone was shocked. A team of elite dead men roared out, just to boost morale.

So Irene moved, like an ant out of the colony, lonely facing a fat caterpillar.

The blades collided and sparks shot. A very faint black halo also spread out in the collision, passing by the lonely ant Irene, and also passing by the caterpillar, as if it slowly dissipated with a sigh of tail sound. Everyone in the field also turned into silent statues in a sigh, and stood there instantly.

But soon, Irene's battle-tested mount slapped a crisp nose, which awakened its owner and stunned the others in front of him.

After a brief consternation, it let out a proud roar to remind the owner on its back-look! This is my credit.

died!

Irene ignored the smug mount, her eyes swept across the ground, and she immediately came to this conclusion.

Just, what just happened?

Irene was actually lost in thought when she shouldn't be distracted. In contemplation, she turned into a solemn black statue again, looking a little depressed against the fallen corpse, some lonely, some independent.

She didn't know what had just happened, the power suddenly appeared from her body, and then suddenly disappeared. That's right, the power comes from the body, from the black magic, but Irene knows that this power has never appeared in Bran before.

As Irene thought, the battlefield without the sound of fighting fell into dead silence again. Both the enemy and us were shocked by this scene.

No one wants to alarm the lone knight off the court at this time. Everyone is waiting, waiting for her to think over, waiting for her to decide the final life and death...