Wizards of the North

Countless dust-sized ice crystals are floating around Xi Rui, like the stars in the sky twinkling. From time to time, colorful light refracts out, constantly reflecting and jumping in the ice crystals, intertwined with a colorful haze, like a dream.

The little goblin danced and laughed cheerfully from time to time. The figure became looming in the increasingly splendid and thick fog. This greatly increased her interest, and began to draw Xi Rui's magic power-weaving threads and nets. Trying to live in the colorful world that fascinates her.

Light, unimpeded in her net. But this did not make her feel discouraged, she still stubbornly cast the net out. In the throws again and again, the magic thread kept passing through the ice crystals. Some of the magic in the ice crystals gradually became entangled with the silk threads, and began to use these threads as a link to separate, merge and disperse.

The light mist also fluctuated during the separation and gathering, which quickly attracted the attention of the little fairy. So she gave up the pursuit of light and shadow, focused on looking for the ice crystals that could be entangled with the silk thread, and knit them one by one on the Internet. With the knitting, a crystal ribbon like yarn gradually takes shape.

The wind on the periphery of the tornado became more manic, while the center became quieter. The original chaotic light mist had already taken an order under the efforts of the little fairy, circling and wandering around Xi Rui like a dragon. The little fairy sits on the dragon's head, directing it to continue devouring endless ice crystals. As it was swallowed, the dragon's head also kept winding upwards and getting higher.

Xi Rui looked at the world in the mirror. There was no story told by her brother, and there was no inclusiveness as her sister said. Some are just endless images, endless wind. The wind interprets every image for her, whispering the secret hidden by the ice and snow.

In order to hear the whisper in the breeze and to know more secrets, Xi Rui once again strengthened her magical urge. With the long whistling sound, the wind wall rotates more and more rapidly, and the tiny ice crystals falling from the sky are also denser. The little fairy drove the colorful dragon wandering in excitement, facing the sky full of ice crystals. As a result, this wandering dragon gradually condensed into its essence, with the wonderful light flowing around, and the wonderful color blanched.

With the formation of the swimming dragon, the little fairy is no longer content to sit back and enjoy its success. The swimming dragon under her made her feel the power of a finger. This is not only Xi Rui's, but also her strength. Her spirit fills all corners of Youlong, and the magic power that continues to condense in Youlong seems to have become a part of her.

She is just an underage little fairy. Because she likes the sweet and soft taste of Xi Rui, she hides on Xi Rui most of the time. Under the influence of Bran and Whisper, they get along unguardedly. Although there are disputes, they have not affected each other's friendship, nor have they affected the spiritual communication and resonance.

She was there when Xi Rui awakened. With curious prying, the core of her ability also left her spiritual mark. It's just that they are still confused, and they are still getting along according to their own habits. Until now, she finally had a chance to play.

From unconscious play to conscious use, in the end, it's like using a finger. At this moment, she realized the powerful meaning. With her screaming joy, You Long soared into the sky. In response to this stimulation, the whirlwind accelerated again.

When a strange python appeared in the cloud and began to sway a bitter chill. Zoya has joined Harvey and Sander, and is taking them out quickly.

The sudden chill behind her made her look back. In the whirlpool of clouds, a strange snake is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tornado is even bigger, and some trees and rocks are struggling and throwing in it. Fortunately, the wind is still swaying in place, but how long can this state last? Can Xi Rui really control this power of heaven and earth?

What a terrible experience. She wanted to go back and have a look, but finally gave up. The chill may be able to resist, but the wind is not something she can blend in.

Stay away from here, protect these young white wolves, and take these two scholars who are still useful.

Feiyu is nowhere to be seen. I believe he will only go to Dani and Bran as soon as he feels dangerous.

She only hoped that the whirlwind would continue to stay in place, and even if it moved, it was best not to come towards the North City. And she believed that Bran could not have noticed such a big movement. Since he did not appear, it means that all of this is still under control.

Zoya was only half right...

When the whirlwind rose into the sky, Bran had already noticed it. He sat on the spire of the tower with Huahua in his arms, judging with the tone of someone who came by—but so.

He watched the development of the situation with the mentality of watching a play, lest the play was not exciting enough. How can a newborn little wizard understand the general trend and the power of nature?

But he was wrong. Most of his understanding was innate, self-righteous in chaotic memory. Most of his understanding of nature comes from texts in books, although it looks good, it is not his own perception. Although gorgeous, most farts are not good. For this piece of world, he is still an outsider.

His elder sister, younger sister, and many people around him are the products of this world. No need for gorgeous language, no need for self-righteous superficial understanding, just believe in intuition and follow the guidance in the dark.

The drama is getting more and more beautiful and more exciting, but Bran is gradually unable to sit still.

But a thought is lingering in my heart, this wind shouldn't go this way, this scene is still watching...