Wizards of the North

Although Lily did everything for the experiment, Bran didn't want to sit back and enjoy it. Even if you don't do it for yourself, you have to think about Huahua and Zoya at home.

A few days later, there was a new landscape in Beidi City—the sky garden. The garden is not big. The bottom seat consists of a central pillar and several auxiliary pillars around it. Above it is a round semi-open platform.

Many places on the fence and bottom are transparent, and many scenery can be clearly seen through these places. The most obvious of these are the two statues of gods, which can be seen from multiple angles below.

The most fascinating thing is the many translucent figures above. They either wandered around or prayed solemnly around the statue. Individuals are lively, and curiously leaning over the fence and looking out.

Zoya was standing next to Bran, looking at the newly completed garden, and suggested: "You should build a statue for Huahua alone."

"It won't agree, just let it continue to rely on me."

Zoya couldn't help but smile and said, "No wonder, you always feel like you in the statue are more like a pedestal. At first, I thought it was an illusion, but only after hearing you say this did I react."

"Flower collects the fire of life in secret, you know?"

"I know, I will be given a share every time." Zoya was a little proud, "This is considered to accept me."

"Well, almost." Bran slammed Zoya's shoulder lightly, "Don't be proud, do you have enough devout believers."

"Yes, it's a pity that I won't die for a while, or should I kill two first?"

Bran wanted to agree, but he immediately reacted incorrectly, "Who is there?"

"Dolma," he continued after a little hesitation, "Mrs. Niles, and..."

Listening to the person's name that Lu continued to report, Bran hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, don't report it again. Let it be, let's talk about this later, don't worry."

...

When Bran secretly squeezed a cold sweat for Zoya's former family, Zhuoma was standing in front of a city, preparing to show his power.

It's been a while since I came here, and the chaos is far worse than I thought. Adam's extensive management has created many factions here. At the same time, the fair way of doing things also allows all parties to have enough room for growth. Even Dragon Knight, this force is completely marginalized.

Stimulated by land, wealth, and population, all forces are present in this fertile land, showing a vigorous atmosphere. The indigenous people are becoming slaves, becoming the cheapest and most important labor force on the territory.

And these outsiders, they only need to hold the sword in their hands and wave the whip in their hands. In this process, the military forces of all parties have been strengthened again.

Zhuoma thinks this is not a good thing, because most of these military forces are not in Adam's control, and there are even signs of losing control.

Many people do not understand why the attack should be stopped when the situation is good. They want more, and their desire has been completely ignited.

Nowadays, the marginalized dragon knight is becoming a target for people to follow.

Since Dragon Knight occupied the border, he began to use it as a foundation to sweep the surrounding area. Beyond the border is becoming their world.

As a result, the border area, which was previously unpopular, suddenly became hot.

Zhuoma still kept his father's words in mind and stood firmly beside Adam. He continued to persuade the clowns in his own forces, but unfortunately, the results were very low.

Since the great wizard Bran's plan limited the sphere of influence, there must be a situation that he was also afraid of. But those people have red eyes and lost their minds.

Under the expectations of everyone, Adam finally determined the national title-Guangyao. It's a pity that the founding ceremony is still indefinitely, because he suddenly became obsessed with magic and was absent-minded about many things around him.

Now under the throne, his real rival is the Anya knight brought by the queen. I believe that they are the only people who really surround the throne.

A knight came to him and reminded him softly: "My lord, everything is ready."

Said it was preparation, but it was just to sneak over many nobles to watch what is about to happen. Leaving the barren continent, without the shock of the great wizard, these people are losing awe.

Zhuoma doesn't care whether these people fear the great wizard Bran, because he also knows that Bran doesn't care at all. He only cared about the former sister, the flower of the dark night that was enshrined by the family, the patron saint of the nobles-Zoya.

He knew that it was not only the enemies in the city that died today, but also the individual people in the team behind him.

Zhuoma sighed, maybe there are friends who have a good relationship with him, because familiarity is often a prerequisite for losing awe.

He raised a hand and began to make one last exhortation. Not at the small city in front of him, but at the people behind him.

"Awe! Never lose the awe of the gods.

The gods are by our side, in our hearts, with us day and night. In the company, someone gradually lost the initial awe. Even forgetting the original oath, his words and deeds became increasingly slack.

Perhaps, they just didn't realize that this is blasphemy!

Here and now, before the power of the deity comes, I remind you again. My friend, please keep your awe and remember the original vows.

The trial is about to come. It will not only target the enemy in front of you, but also you and me. "

Having said that, Zhuoma paused for a moment. Then he shouted as hard as he could: "God Bless!"

After speaking, he rode towards the city wall alone, and a demon flower was also held high above his head by him.

On the wall, many archers have locked Zhuoma, waiting for him to enter the best range.

In their opinion, this is a madman, or a madman with a good status. The martial arts of outsiders have spread in this land, and they can count as ten, or even a hundred. But in the rumors, which warrior like a devil is not holding a sword and holding a shield.

Holding a delicate flower branch, do you want to ask for death?

But another thought came out involuntarily, this flower-it's so beautiful! So all the archers on the front of the city slightly lowered their bows and arrows a bit, for fear that they would accidentally injure that beautiful flower branch in the next attack.

Random arrows!

Although it is not overwhelming, it has become a rain of arrows. Especially the goal was focused on the sad lonely rider, and the rain of arrows formed a curtain in front of him and covered it.

The audience was silent, because the knight was unscathed, only a dense cluster of arrow feathers in front of the horse.

Zhuoma shouted again with all his strength, "God Bless!"

With the shout, the warhorse stood up and let out a neigh. The shouts resembling a tsunami and landslide immediately sounded behind him, the gods bless!

Everyone forgot the previous order and rushed towards the city wall spontaneously. It seemed that it was a piece of thin paper, waiting for them to rush past.

But a bigger change also happened at this time. The sky seemed to darken, and the delicate flower branches suddenly fell apart in Zhuoma's hands, turning into countless shining powder, floating down.

The arrow feathers in front of me suddenly gave birth to flowers, which instantly spread towards the city along the way they came.

The fragrance of flowers, everyone can smell the fragrance of flowers. With a hint of sweetness, refresh the spirit. The source of that fragrance is on the city wall, just behind the city wall...