Wizards of the North

Thrid has been a little unsure in recent days, but has been unable to find the reason. Being in the hinterland of the mainland, he couldn't think of anything that could threaten him.

Ever since he had been smashed in Bran's hands, he has been hiding in the loop to recuperate. It's not how serious the injury is, but rather worrying about certain people and things.

If there is any extra fruit in his hand, Strider doesn't mind giving it to Bran first. I believe that in the long years, I can always find a chance to get it back.

Unfortunately, he has no extra fruit.

After all, things in the clan are not his, and he can no longer be cheeky and let the clan take responsibility for his transaction. Just to redeem him, the price paid was already too high.

Sina, the bastard, was the big winner in the redemption event. It will transfer all the price paid by Bran to Yuren. For him, the tribe can only pinch their noses to recognize.

In this case, how can the people continue to be responsible for his indiscretion. But trading is trading, especially the object of the transaction is not easy to mess with.

It's just that I didn't expect that it would be difficult to provoke this level. Originally thought that in the ensuing siege, Bran would have to lose his skin. However, he never expected that he had nothing to do.

Since then, Yuren has been careful to guard.

Who could have imagined that Bran suddenly disappeared. There are even rumors that he failed and died on the path of evolution. During that time, Strider would occasionally sigh, he already possessed such strength, and what would he risk breaking through?

What if it breaks? At this level, even if you are lucky to make a step forward, you will not necessarily make a leap in strength.

I really don’t understand, what is it for a young man?

Strider will never forget debts, not to repay, but to prevent possible retaliation. Now Bran is dead and everything is gone.

For this, Strider was happy for a long time, until Bran reappeared.

With the emergence of Bran, the world is surging again. Wuyu Coast changed the owner silently. Although it is still unclear who played the black hand, the timing of Bran’s appearance was a bit too coincidental.

Beidi has always been a party. Those who are captured are alive, and they pay the price to redeem them. However, this time the price of redemption is amazing.

This is somewhat inexplicable. What is Bran going to do, what is Northland going to do? Is it just to release a message, those people are still alive.

Fortunately, Bran seems to have forgotten the debt.

In subsequent contacts, Bu never mentioned this matter again. Even if there is a Yuren to complete the agreement with him, one after another will be put into his palm in turn.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the clansmen still dared not let him show up or let him walk outside. Fear of getting Bran's attention, thinking of things that shouldn't be.

In the face of Bran today, who would dare to take it lightly?

For some reason, Strider always thinks of Bran lately. Even if he knew it, Bran had no chance to go through the cycles and walk in front of him.

Now, how many people don't know Bran's weird magic power? Not only him, but Jena, and the Lord of Lava have become the focus of attention.

People have discovered some of their commonalities, these are the three immortal monsters. Unless they look for death on their own and go astray on the way of evolution.

Unfortunately, this possibility is too slim.

And when he thought that he still owed a debt to one of the monsters, Sred felt a guilty conscience.

In the dark, a strange induction interrupted Thrid's mind.

A strange feather man flew from the sky, seemingly familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met. Accompanied by a sense of familiarity, a hint of warning loomed in my heart.

He just flew over so carelessly, with an unhurried look.

This should be a good wizard, but the magic is a bit weird, like smoke attached to the body. Although lingering, it always gives a sense of frivolity. As it flies, the smoke forms a rotating thread. Just staring at it for a while, Strider was dizzy.

Yes, this is a wizard with great potential.

Perhaps seeing him, most of the face shrouded in the shadows showed a smile. This made Strider a little startled, he really knew me.

But who is he, why can't I remember? Why is there a trace of heart palpitations?

This made Strider couldn't help being a little curious, so he gestured to the surroundings and motioned to let him in.

...

The strange feather man gently landed not far in front of Sred, and threw a statue to him rudely.

"I found it on the way here, I think it might have something to do with you."

As soon as he caught the statue, Strider couldn't help but shook and whispered: "Bran!"

Then he raised his voice in tension: "Where did you find it?"

"It's not far from you, you see there is still this." Then he threw another statue.

Strider just raised his hand to catch it, and hasn't waited to take a closer look. The Yuren in front of him suddenly rose sharply, and the aura that had been unforgettable for him came.

His hands tightened slightly, and he cried out again, "Bran!"

Before Thrid could react, the statue in his hand suddenly turned into a black shadow, already tightly trapping half of his body. At the same time, a more powerful aura burst out from the black shadow, and the black torrent of the void showered its head and face.

"Long time no see, old friend!"

The inky torrent did not engulf Thrid, but gave a frivolous greeting. Then his tone changed slightly, becoming vicious and impatient: "Let these mortals keep quiet."

Even if he was not drawn into the void, Thrid knew he was finished again. Just because he remembered the river and the gloomy breath, he returned to Bran's body again.

"Go on, don't move, this is just a joke among old friends." Then he pulled out a very ugly smile, "Long time no see.

Can you tell me which one is you? "

"This time, what do you want to exchange for an answer?"

Thrid sighed softly: "You said."

"Everything here..."