Wizards of the North

The hustle and bustle of the wedding has never been subdued, and occasionally there was a burst of applause in the intertwining of coveted plans. Even the little fairies who feed on magic powers pretend to be surrounded by drinks and food, screaming from time to time.

Bran looked at all this, a little envious, a little jealous, everything seemed to be a wedding dress for others. The laughter of others, the gathering and reunion of others, he will always be a bystander. He set up a stage for himself and attracted audiences, but when he stepped onto the stage, he realized that there was no place for him. He had to stand under the stage and watch that scene after another, as if everything belonged to him and nothing to do with him.

The wedding ceremony is very big, roughly divided into three circles. The most noisy people are from the North, and the quietest are the wizards and knights who stay in the North.

The missions of several countries, as well as representatives of various forces in the Green Kingdom, are more difficult. They shouldn't be too cold to clean up the owner's pleasure, and they can't be too loud to avoid being rude.

Pachu, who hurried back, sat in the table, and cast his eyes on the tower from time to time. There were a lot of things to report, but Bran told you to take care of it and dismissed it lightly.

When they swept across the Kingdom of Green with a strong attitude on behalf of Northland City, they hardly encountered decent resistance. In the eyes of many small and medium aristocrats, it makes little difference who becomes their king. Now Northland City is preparing to rebuild order because of this riot, which benefits them more than harm. They most want to have a stable environment, a guarantee of safety, and a temporary loss will not hurt the bones.

Back this time, Bran solemnly introduced him to a strange creature-the fairy Mikel. He also said that if there is any doubt, he can also discuss with Mikel. The Pachu people are so old and fine, they naturally understand what this means.

At the same time Pachu also saw another powerful existence-Bran's sister. As she scrutinized herself with interest, a mountain of pressure also followed. Pachu didn't understand how a young girl formed the awe-inspiring power, but at least he knew that he needed one more object of allegiance.

This is good for him or other white robes. Because he knew that neither the Northland City nor the Green Kingdom Bran had invested too much energy. If one day Bran leaves his hands alone, there will always be someone who can replace him, even if it is only a nominal takeover.

When he returned, he took a detour to Sandstone City at the request of Shajia. Now it is even more dilapidated, and the dead who live in it have completely lost their wisdom. Seeing Sajia laughing and crying at his father's figure, Pachu couldn't help but feel sad.

Just when Pachu thought the matter would be over soon, the shadow made an unexpected move. He stretched out his hand to Sajia's face and stroked it gently.

Sajia cried harder, but the thoughts that came up in Pachu's mind had little to do with this situation. At that time, he thought of Buzz, thought of eternal life.

He once talked to Bran. Bran does not approve of this so-called immortality. He believes that death is death, irrespective of form or intelligence. But if you can really preserve your spiritual wisdom during your lifetime, what is it if this is not eternal life?

He suddenly hoped that Buzz would die soon, so that he could see some evidence from Buzz. Even if Buzz only survives for a few years, he will make up his mind to try.

Pachu believed that Bran would certainly agree to his request. Because he, a little accomplished old wizard, must be a rare experiment object. How can Bran, who is addicted to the magical world, refuse such high-quality materials?

...

Irene and Ayman were sitting in the guest group and secretly paying attention to the tower. They wanted to see Bran as friends this time, but Bran was very unsympathetic—no.

After getting this answer, Irene understood the gap between the two sides. Before coming, she always wanted to question Bran. After waiting here, she realized that if she put aside her friend's identity, she was not even qualified to approach him.

The voyeurism of her and Ayman also caught Bran's attention. Bran, who was extremely bored, touched his sister with his shoulder, and then joked: "Your childhood suitor is here, don't you go down and say hello?"

"I'm afraid I can't help but kill him directly."

"Isn't it?"

"Since Dragon Knight started to deal with you, there is no friendship." Lily turned to look at her younger brother, and continued: "It's just that you put on the look that you don't want to pursue it, so we didn't do it."

"we?"

"Well, all of us."

"Oh, I thought it was only you." Bran made a hippy smile.

Lily gave Bran a white glance, "I never understand what you are thinking? If I were you, I would have smashed Longqi's hometown early."

"I didn't think about it at all. I always feel that it's boring to poke ant nests, and they always have some uses."

"There is a fart use."

"Keep your horizons open, don't always be limited to one moment and one place."

"What do you mean?"

"You should have heard the old fairy tell a story?" Bran raised his hand and shook his finger, a cloud of gray smoke transformed into the shape of this continent. "The fairies said that our ancestors migrated from the far north. But according to the fairies, it was more like escape. What's interesting is that at first our individual strength weakened from generation to generation. It lasted for several generations. Stabilized.

Know what this means? Our growth also needs the supply of magic power. Although we are united with the fairies, the new environment is still not satisfactory.

And we have always had the legend of the Valkyrie, there will always be some powerful people in each generation. For example, Danny in my house has a heavy axe working in the kitchen. Although there are not many such people, they are not exceptional.

I asked about the situation of the demons and it was not as vast as I imagined. Looking at the ground under our feet and everything around us, I always feel a little barren here.

Barrenness in magic. Look at the aborigines of Northland City, look at those Green nobles who came to congratulate them, do they have magical power?

Fairies feed on magic power. They used to be all over this continent, but how many are left now?

This is more like a deserted place, we are just lingering here.

The fairy said that you are the darling of this world, and I have not been able to think about it. Until I touched the sea of ​​magic power, until the magic power slowly seeped through your body.

You awakened the power of a wizard at the first time, but you have been ignorant. Then I came, seemingly to help you. It is unreasonable that a family should not awaken one after another into wizards. Then you saw it, our sister.

Zoya has also become a wizard, right in front of my eyes, she is even our newborn family.

A monster passed by here along with the ocean current, and a hand sent me to the isolated island, let me grab its key.

The sorcerer may be the self-rescue method of this continent, this small world. I don't have your instincts, but when I need life nourishment, there will always be so much trouble coming to my door.

What does this show? Perhaps this continent urgently needs magical feedback. "