Wizards of the North

Maya's light of life is already undetectable, wandering between awake and coma, but his thoughts are surprisingly clear.

When he was awake, he tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the two girls in front of him. The movements, temperament, and demeanor they seem to be carved out of a mold are deeply attracted to it; when they are unconscious, they will relive their childhood, and the warm magic will re-wrap it in their dreams.

Someone has been here these days, and then left with shaking his head and sighing.

Maya squirmed and moved closer to Zoya again. The magic power around is slowly gathering with Zoya as the center, and this is exactly what Maya urgently needs. Although it is far from enough, it can also make it feel warm.

Irene watched Maya wriggle her body again and again to try to get close to Zoya in spite of danger. Fortunately, Zoya was a little unsure and didn't pay attention to these small movements.

Zoya is indeed a bit worried about gains and losses. She was very confident in her mount. If there were no accidents, Charlotte would have brought the news back to Northland City, but she didn't know how Bran would react.

Irene cared about the life and death of this dragon, which gave her an excuse. As for whether Bran could save the dragon, she didn't care. Bran should also be here after calculating the time. Could it be that Charlotte had a problem on the way?

Zoya once again considered Charlotte's possible return route, the earliest or the latest. In the middle of the day, she stuck a dagger with a knife and a sheath on the beach, and then she was dazed at the growing shadow.

As the sun sets, Irene lights the bonfire again, and the night slowly falls along with the crackling sound of firewood. Looking at Zoya who was motionless, Irene softly persuaded, "He may not be able to get off for a while."

Zoya raised her eyebrows and grinned reluctantly, and replied casually, "Yes, maybe she fell asleep in the sea of ​​magic again."

When Irene wanted to say something, the bonfire suddenly fluctuated, and a familiar voice also sounded: "Say something nice, what does it mean to sleep?"

Zoya glowed instantly and complained, "How come?"

"Come early, and see you are fine, and don't want to disturb the good time of your sisters, just go over there first."

Irene watched the ash cloud gathering around the bonfire, her eyes widened. It was the first time she saw Bran like this. In surprise, she heard a slightly tired hello, "Eileen, long time no see."

She subconsciously responded, "Long time no see."

Then hurriedly pointed at the dying dragon, "Save it!"

"No hurry, I won't die for a while." Hearing Bran's heartless answer, Irene suddenly felt very relieved and relaxed.

Zoya interjected, "Where are the outsiders?"

"Hiding on an island. It was to follow them that I came over late."

"Kill all?"

"No, that's a good group of observation objects." Bran threw a drop of water, and Lily's face was clearly visible in the drop. "If the reinforcements can bring similar gifts again, we will be rich."

"What is this? It was when it issued a warning, which allowed the target to escape."

"It's not clear, but the composition is very interesting. It is composed of a variety of very primitive and pure magical powers. According to them, it is the water of the Pond of Foresight."

"How did you know?" Zoya was a little unconvinced, she had also put out similar information from Jose, and was planning to show it off.

"The souls of those who were killed by you are so powerful that they can last for a long time. It just makes me cheap."

Zoya raised her chin and asked triumphantly: "Am I good?"

"Awesome!"

Irene on the side couldn't help asking: "Where do they come from, will it be bad for us?"

"The Emerald Continent, a place full of magical power. Their original goal was not you, and they were not prepared to attack you. However, the person who was injured by Zoya was very dissatisfied with your whistleblowing behavior. I heard him threaten to retaliate ."

Irene was a little flustered, and blamed, "Why didn't you kill him?"

"That's a good observation object, a wizard. And killing him will not have much impact on the overall situation. If you can't handle even such a person, then what about the greater crisis that ensues? ?

Don't worry too much, he won't be able to recover in the short term. You have plenty of time to prepare, either fight or flee. "

"Are you not going to help us?"

"This is your homeland. I'm just an outsider. You are not ready to fight, so why should I fight for you? When the monsters besieging the island attacked you, did you resist? It can't get on the shore, just Can flutter in the water to intimidate, have you ever shot a feather arrow while standing on the shore?"

Irene is a little lacking in confidence, "but is that useful?"

"I don't know either," Bran's voice seemed a little erratic when the gray smoke shook. "But when you asked for help, no one said it was useless.

Trust me Irene, this is just the beginning. Even if I remove these people today, what about next time? Will you really be able to survive?

These people are really nothing. On that strange continent, they are just a group of fairly elite fighters. This loss is not a big deal there. A new team may be sent there at any time, and currently only limited by ships, it is impossible to send more people at once.

And our true enemy is probably not them yet. Having such a non-lethal opponent at least gives us a target for reference and learning. "

"But they are really strong." Irene still lacks confidence.

"Compared to us, they are more like indoor-growing flowers. Although they are strong and beautiful, they don't see the wind and rain. Look at this dying dragon. If it is on that continent, it will recover quickly, but when it comes to us, it can only wait to die.

Their wizards were unable to confine the magic power around the body, but this is an instinct for us. Here, just maintaining their own magic power from dissipating outwards is already a trouble for them, not to mention the constant replenishment of consumption. The fighters seem to have little influence, but in fact they are slow. As time goes by, they will become weaker. Just like this dragon, it will be in a state of weakness for a long time.

The seemingly harsh magical environment not only fulfills us, it is also our greatest barrier. "

The gray smoke gathered Bran to show his figure, then walked slowly to the position of the dragon's head and put his hand on its head. "It just urgently needs magic power to repair the body, I don't know if my magic power can work."

Following the words, a torrent of ink appeared in the void, pouring directly from the dragon's head. The dragon began to struggle, becoming more and more fierce and more powerful. Before long, a deep black color was revealed on its scale armor, and a wave of coercion slowly seeped from its body.