Wizards of the North

Dimly, Maya pressed a small hand when she felt the soul had left her body. The original and pure black magic power also poured in, and the jerky and heavy feeling instantly filled the entire soul and pressed it back into the body.

The magic that had been longing for, now became a huge burden, and it felt like it was going to drown in the torrent. So Maya began to struggle, trying to get rid of the little hands that dipped herself under the torrent.

enough! The magic power that was poured into the soul was spit out with difficulty. But every time it spit out, it was accompanied by more magic power pouring in.

The magic power poured out from the soul began to flow and wash away in the body. The feeling of weakness gradually receded, and the feeling of the soul being separated was also disappearing, but the feeling of suffocation became stronger.

The sound of the sea tide in my ears gradually became clear, and my body felt the warmth of the campfire again. Maya knew that she was about to get rid of the nightmare, she was about to wake up from the dream. Struggling, struggling hard, just to open the heavy eyelids as soon as possible.

Under her body, the rough sensation of fine sand rubbing against the scales made it a little itchy. As a result, it began to unconsciously shake its scales, but this behavior did not alleviate the itching, but gradually penetrated from the body surface to the soul, making it even more unbearable.

Maya opened her eyes fiercely amidst the tingling and itching, and reflected in the vertical pupils was a strange boy shrouded in darkness, with a small hand pressing on its nose.

Maya subconsciously wanted to struggle to get up, to get rid of the boy in front of her. But an irresistible force came from that little hand and pressed its jaw into the beach. The fine sand filled its mouth and gradually submerged its nose, and the shadow of death fell again.

Maya was anxious, pushing her limbs desperately to pull her head out, but to no avail. When everything around me began to blur, and despair shrouded again, that hand suddenly let go of it. Maya rolled and fell out, sliding far, far away on the beach...

Under the cover of the bonfire, the figure of the teenager and the girl appeared tall and majestic, so scared that it curled up into a ball again and closed its eyes and pretended to die.

Irene looked at the flying dragon hidden in the darkness and asked expectantly: "How is it?"

"It's okay, play dead."

Irene was so excited that she wanted to run over to inspect, but was blocked by Bran, "Sit down and ignore it for now."

"It's the first time I have seen such a huge and strange flying dragon..." Irene couldn't help but speak as soon as she sat down.

Bran ignored her excitement and interrupted directly: "Dragon, that's what those outsiders call them. This one is barely an adult."

Speaking of this, Bran turned his head to Zoya and praised: "A good harvest, worthy of your boasting for a while."

The second half of Bran's words woke up Irene like a basin of cold water. Although the dragon can live to the present has a lot to do with her, it does not belong to her yet. That was Zoya's spoils and had nothing to do with her.

This is a bit embarrassing and embarrassing. Her careful thoughts should not be hidden from them, so Bran would use this method to remind them.

Zoya didn't answer Bran's words, but drew out short knives-fragile, watching them spit out a string of stars in the firelight. Perhaps they sensed that the real owner was nearby, and they began to tremble and make a crisp sound. Bran also responded to their call and stretched out his hand to Zoya.

"It's time to pay me back."

Zoya looked up and smiled playfully: "You said that you borrowed me to defend yourself outside, but now you haven't returned to Northland City."

Branson retracted his hand, "You should also cultivate your own weapons, which truly fit your own abilities, temperament, or weapons that carry your own past."

"What do they carry you?"

Zoya's question also aroused Irene's curiosity, so she raised her head and looked at Bran.

"This is going to be a long story, do you really want to hear it?" Looking at the twinkling eyes of the two girls, Bran shook his head and began to tell with the accompaniment of the tide. Step out of the villa..."

While pretending to be dead, Maya was also secretly examining her body. The power is filled again, even better than before, making it want to roar and vent. But the figure swaying in the flames not far away made it dare not make any trouble.

The power of that young man reminded him of the sacred mountain of the dragon, the place where he grew up. The ancestor of the giant dragon lives in seclusion in the holy mountain, and every young dragon will spend a long time there. It is said that this will gain their power.

If that were the case, this young man would be like the ancestor of the dragon.

This makes it feel a little unbelievable, how can such a character appear in the poor country. According to legend, they have the ability to communicate with the world and maintain the balance of everything. Where they stop, the land will become fertile and the vegetation will be more luxuriant. Just like the sacred mountain of a giant dragon, where the forest obscures the sky, and the birds and beasts in the forest are extremely plump.

Moreover, they are all indispensable treasures among all ethnic groups, and they are the pillars on which ethnic groups can be maintained. In their respective ethnic groups, they all have extremely special status and honorable titles, how could they run out casually?

Maya squirmed and slowly approached the bonfire. It knew that this kind of small gesture could not be hidden from the people present, but she did not dare to be too blatant. It didn't even think about running away, and it was already aware of many problems after falling out. The obvious act of fleeing death has to wait at least until the teenager is away.

The best way to face this kind of character is to be humble and take a few more breaths of pure magic. It regrets a bit, why did it just struggle?

For Maya, the night was too short, it felt like it was only close to the boy, and the sky was already bright. The bonfire has been extinguished, and its huge head is lying on the side of the juvenile's legs with low eyebrows, like a puppy that pleases its owner. It's a pity that its huge body combined with this look is too awkward and funny.

A group of people in the distance hurried to here. Knowing that Bran was here this time, the dragoons did not dare to neglect. As they approached, they found that the severely wounded flying dragon had become very different. The mottled color on the scales was replaced by ink, and the ink seemed to have life under the sunlight, circulating endlessly.

Along with the circulation of the ink, the vitality and strength bloom without any concealment. The coercion is also in this bloom, and is released together. Completely different from this Yang's aura, it is lying quietly and well-behaved beside Bran.

Someone came to report and interrupted the trio's small talk. Bran didn't bother to pay attention to these people, first turned his head to Zoya, "Be careful outside, go back and rest for a few days if you have enough."

Seeing Zoya nodded in agreement, she turned around and greeted Irene, which turned into a cloud of smoke and left.

Maya still lowered her eyebrows and looked like a beloved baby, but the group of dragon knights rushed over after Bran left, and began to sing. Zoya seemed to be invisible again, and Irene was squeezed away from the dragon again. They left the circle and stood side by side, silently watching everything in front of them.

After a few days, Zoya had understood that Dragon Knight's love for dragons was based on nature. Faced with such a dragon, it is difficult for them to resist its attraction. She is not Bran, and has not yet formed a real deterrent, so when Bran left, the group began to faint again. Perhaps Bran’s arrival made her feel good, and Zoya actually thought that Dragon Knight was also very cute at this time.

But Maya rebelled at this time. Counting the time, the young man should have gone far, who would dare to point fingers at me?