Wizards of the North

After discovering the abnormal fluctuation of the magic power, Bran rushed over immediately. Many people have seen him flying by, like a huge lynx, jumping over obstacles no matter how tall or short, and glide along for a while.

Bran wanted to observe the moment of awakening from a close range, but he was a little late. When he was still running fast, a spooky magical flower bloomed instantly on the duel field, and the magical power condensed like morning dew rolled on the petals. A strange brilliance in the sky fell on it, and the magical power of smoke and mist hovered in the brilliance.

Bran couldn't help slowing down because his mind was attracted by the ethereal magnificence in front of him. In just a few breaths, the beauty of the magic flower reached its extreme, and then it smashed into a light spot, and gradually disappeared with the wind. Bran also woke up and couldn't help feeling a moment of melancholy.

Bran can be said to fall into the duel, this way of playing makes the surroundings instantly silent. The people who were still raising their arms just now seemed to have lost their lives in an instant and became statues. I dare not put down the raised hand, dare not close the open mouth.

The scene looked a little weird and ugly. In the fear of people, Bran first gave Zoya a hug, then grabbed her hand and raised it high. So people came back to life, and cheers rang out again.

While welcoming people's cheers, Bran carefully looked up Zoya up and down, and then reached out to dot her facial oil paint. Those oil paints began to gather like water, and when they all flowed to the fingers, he flicked them off.

As the oil paint peeled off, what was hidden underneath was also revealed-facial lines. Bran couldn't help being taken aback when he saw Zoya's facial lines clearly. Because he was very familiar with this facial pattern, he felt like looking in a mirror. Every Northlander's facial texture is different and has its own characteristics. Now Zoya's face appeared with facial lines similar to his, and the slight difference was also due to the influence of her face.

What kind of ability is this? Did Zoya get what she wanted, or was she inexplicable?

...

Bran took Zoya back to the city mansion and began to inquire.

"When did you start dreaming?"

"More than a month ago."

"What did you dream of?"

"Dreaming that I have your facial texture." Zoya stuck out her tongue.

"What is your greatest wish?"

Zoya firmly said: "Become a native of the North!"

"Well, this wish is good!" Bran grinned and gave a serious compliment. Then he asked: "What is the specific ability, do you know it yourself?"

"Just to become a Northlander."

Bran understood that someone could become a firefly, someone could become a lion, Zoya turned into a Northlander. The feature of the appearance of the people from the North is their facial features.

Bran pointed to his facial texture and asked, "Can the facial texture change?"

Zoya replied simply and neatly: "No!"

Bran felt unable to delve into this issue, so he said, "Congratulations on becoming a real Northlander."

This sentence made Zoya smile. Faced with this kind of heartfelt happiness, Bran decided not to discuss things like wizards and abilities with her.

He quietly informed Danni and the others, and asked them to treat Zoya in the same way they treated the same clan. Zoya soon felt this change, when she pretended to be inadvertently, passing all the Northlanders all the way.

When she turned back to Bran again, Bran gave her a set of weapons and armor. This made her a little dizzy with excitement. After putting on the equipment, she couldn't wait to compete with Danni and others. Then she enjoyed the true motivation of Northland children's pursuit of power-violence. The violent punch to the flesh, let every Northlander learn, don't easily provoke an existence stronger than yourself. Zoya, now also soberly aware of this.

Bran, who really couldn't see, let the white wolf drag the dog to death, and threw Zoya from the martial arts field back to her room.

...

At dinner, Charlotte was surprised to see Zoya sitting among the northerners with a bruised nose and swollen face. This made her a little envious, was Zoya finally accepted?

Several other guests in the mission also noticed. Against the backdrop of the tall figure of the Northlander, Zoya looked too thin and pitiful. This made the little prince of the hilly kingdom very dissatisfied. He wanted to protest, but was pressed back by the people around him.

These small episodes did not affect Zoya's mood, she was very happy. However, the little prince was stimulated and aroused the male's desire for protection.

So after dinner, when Charlotte talked to Zoya, he cheeked and followed.

"Congratulations, you finally became a Northlander." Charlotte said sincerely.

"Thank you."

"I figured it out. It's not my ability that made me fall to where I am today, but my identity. Even if I don't come to the North, I will be thrown somewhere else in the future.

At least this gives me a choice, a chance to get rid of control. "

Zoya smiled and said, "Congratulations, then!"

The little prince seized the opportunity and interjected and asked: "They hit your injury?"

Zoya chuckled and nodded.

"How can they do such a cruel hand?"

"They are very good to me, they have been merciful. Moreover, every Northlander came here like this." Zoya explained softly.

"No one dared to treat me this way when I was at home!" The little prince was a little proud.

Charlotte accepted the words mercilessly, "So, brought you here as a hostage?"

The little prince immediately became frustrated and found an excuse: "It's only temporarily."

His performance aroused the sympathy of the two girls, and Charlotte looked at him and said, "Ma Wei, you should think about the future."

"What else can I think about later? I'm not like you, a wizard. I can stay here to study and hopefully become strong.

Even if I become a knight, I am just an ordinary knight. In this continent, those powerful knights or warriors either came from those special areas or came from specific families.

And I am just an ordinary person. "There was a bit of despair in his voice.

Zoya thought of something and asked, "Are they, most of them don't intermarry with foreigners?"

"Yes."

This answer made Zoya look dimmed for a moment. Then he asked: "What is the relationship between Anya's royal family and the **** knight?"

"They are the same race."

Zoya took a deep breath, shook her head and put aside some of her worries. Reminded: "There are many wizards here, you can help them, and they will return you in the future."

"Thank you, but I don't have the ability to help. How can I be given enough attention if I can be sent here."

The three of them were speechless for a while and couldn't think of a better way.