Wizards of the North

The shadow was so fast that a waterline was drawn on the sea surface and it turned into a black spot in the blink of an eye, and the person watching could not see what it was for a while.

But when he looked closely, he found that his surroundings were slowly darkening. Looking up, the blue sky was like a wash of sunshine, which made him squint.

He looked around and quickly noticed the abnormality. A dark shadow was slowly floating from the bottom of the sea, like a deep and huge mouth that was opening. The sea is sinking slightly, a behemoth is slowly climbing up, and the sea is dragged away from the coast.

not good! He immediately rang the alarm bell beside him, and the heavy bell began to echo.

The sound of the bell stimulated this existence, it let go of its involvement in the sea, and the huge waves poured back like a mountain. The boats docked in the bay, no matter how big or small, are like clumsy toys, being thrown up and down by the waves, turning into a pile of debris.

The ocean current began to circulate quickly between the islands, venting its anger, tearing up everything that could be seen along the way.

The Bibo Islands are in a bitter wind and rain, but Bran is surrounded by peace. The ancient tree asked curiously, "What is that, do you know?"

"I don't know, this is the first time I saw this kind of ghost."

"Is it really that powerful?" Gu Shu was a little unconvinced.

"Well, I have never been such a behemoth, whether it is from magic or size."

"What is this?" Gushu asked, pointing to the rolling water droplets in the pool.

"Fruit, the fruit of magic or strength that we produce." Following the words, a cloud of mist emerged from Bran's body and fell next to the pool. "The ability is like a grass seed that takes root and sprouts on us, and finally bears fruit. From this moment on, it is no longer vain, but concrete.

Various abilities should have different representations. I saw the golden wings on my sister and the drop of water that I brought back. In the future, we will be able to see more. "

Dany thought for a while, "If I lose the fruit, will my ability disappear?"

"No," Bran pointed to his body, "it is still rooted here, and it has become more mature. There are some changes that I can't understand, and some kind of impulse. Maybe it is already giving birth to a second fruit. , It’s just that I still don’t know the conditions under which he bred."

The ancient tree asked: "What impulse?"

Bran hesitated for a moment, and slowly raised his left hand, "My abilities are assimilated and changed. It seems that I don't even need to maintain a fixed form. I'm always scared, if I really do, what if I can't change back? do?

It seems that there is no need to worry about all this. Look at Pete and Polly in the city. They have never thought about it. But I just can't make up my mind.

But it is urging me, since the fruit has matured. "

Following the words, Bran's eyes were filled with struggle and hesitation, and finally turned into a kind of determination. The whole hand slammed apart and turned into a cloud of smoke. After a short while, the heavy smoke gathered again and returned to its original state.

Seeing this, Bran grinned and laughed, "That's it, don't worry."

Gu Shu stabbed him, "How does it feel?"

"It hurts, itchy."

Dany patted Bran on the shoulder again, don't do this next time.

"It's okay, with you by your side." With the words, Bran's body began to disintegrate, first with his arms, then half sideways, and finally with a somewhat distorted face, the entire head also collapsed, leaving only a few Pieces of clothing were scattered on the ground.

As the head disintegrated, the whole mass of smoke changed and dispersed under the light breeze, and did not reunite for a long time. Ignoring the tension of Dani and Gu Shu, the smoke seemed to be enjoying...

By this time, Dany felt wrong. She glanced at the Huahua on her side, but found that the black cat was not nervous, but rather leisurely, and its tail was swinging unhurriedly.

Bran can still see, hear, and even touch his surroundings. His mind is still there, and his body is still in the feeling. The energy field still protects him, the fire of life is still burning, and the magic in the body is completely blended with him. Do not! It's no longer blending. At this moment, he is a whole group of magical powers with all the characteristics of life.

Bran seemed to have returned to his mother's embrace and father's shoulders, and all he felt was safe and relaxed.

Huahua and Bran have the same heart, and Bran feels comfortable, so Huahua will naturally not be nervous. Even he was immersed in peace of mind and comfort.

Bran could see Huahua, Danny, and ancient trees, but he didn't have any emotions except for feeling familiar and close.

He felt something was wrong, as if he had forgotten something? But he was quickly attracted by the magic between heaven and earth, and for the first time he saw and even touched the magic so clearly. There are endless colors between light and darkness, and countless magical powers are entangled here endlessly.

The sea, the ocean of magic. There are countless types of them, and light and darkness are just their polarities. Even the light and darkness are twisted by countless lines that are difficult to understand.

gorgeous! Bran watched quietly, and gradually forgot about Huahua, Dany, and the ancient tree. He wanted to blend into this sea and grab some delicious food from this sea.

Dany is in a hurry! She felt that she was losing Bran, and the cloud of smoke seemed ready to fly away at any time. So she shouted, Bran! come back!

At the same time, he slapped Huahua's head, kicked the old tree beside him, and shouted anxiously: "Wake him up!"

Someone is calling him! Calling Bran.

But I am not Bran, I never have been!

Huahua is finally showing off, oh...

This made Bran hesitate, peeking out a wisp of smoke, and gently stroking Huahua's fur.

The spirit of the ancient tree began to agitate. The two little fairies also appeared, and screamed.

The dense smoke began to expand and collapse, and then buzzed and hovered like a group of headless flies, but was unable to condense.

Bran's consciousness became sober in the thick smoke, and the humming gradually unified. It is no longer a noisy and meaningless noise, but a murmur from doubt to determination, "I am Bran, the Great Wizard of the North, I have Huahua, Dany..."

Affected by this stimulation, the fog that Bran had released from his body before revolved and expanded and jumped over. Like a coat, enveloping the heavy smoke in it.

When the fog closed, Bran sat there intact, as if nothing had happened. He raised his head and showed a silly smile.

At this time, the disturbed people in the city mansion had already gathered here. Looking at Bran who was still a little confused, everyone came to you and greeted you one word and one word, completely neglecting Bran's naked look.