Wizards of the North

Bran’s promise made Stan refreshed, and he immediately realized something was wrong.

"this world?"

Bran seemed to smile, "Why, they haven't told you yet? I deliberately left some people nearby, hoping to help you. At least, when we meet again, I will save a lot of tongue."

Stan shook his head weakly, "I have said a lot, but I can't believe it. So, I can go now?"

"Oh, you are free."

Stan got up and walked out a few steps, then stopped again: "Can I take McGrady?"

"random."

The indifferent attitude made Stan hesitate, "You are not afraid that I will run away and never come back?"

Bran couldn't help laughing, hehe...

"Run, as far as possible." Bran waved his sleeves like a fly. "Well, let you run for a few days. How many days do you think is appropriate? Three days, thirty days, or three hundred days. ?"

When the voice fell, a majestic palace rose from the edge of the grassland, turning this beautiful grassland into its back garden. And Stan immediately realized that he had completely lost contact with the circulation around him. This piece of grassland, which was built up bit by bit, has changed ownership in an instant.

"Run--, I don't think you need it anymore."

Along with the words, the colorful magic power fell from the sky, slowly forming a rainbow hanging there. The wave of magic power turned into colorful light, slowly spreading down the grassland from the rainbow.

In just a few breaths, the cycle of new and old has been completed. Stan didn't want to believe it even if he experienced it personally. He even suspected that this was a dream, which had never happened in more than ten years. He was still on the beach, just in a phantom.

Even if the cycle is no longer the strongest fortress, it should not be taken away easily.

He yelled, "This is impossible!"

Bran seemed indifferent to his gaffe: "Run, what are you waiting for?"

This made Stan suddenly realized that Bran had begun to be impatient. He wanted to surrender himself completely, but he showed no wink.

When he wanted to say something, a majestic repulsive force bounced him and his disciple McGrady out...

When he woke up from the dizziness, he was already above the wilderness. McGrady, who was happily with him by his side, was looking at him bitterly. Before he could comfort his disciple, Stan raised his eyes and looked around, only thick or light ink.

Bran’s impatience is not entirely due to Stan’s ignorance.

Qiming's start was not very smooth, and Nether's side was similar. I wanted to get inspiration from other people from the perspective of a bystander, but I found nothing.

With a hint of disappointment, Bran took everyone into a hall without saying a word.

This hall is deep and wide, and the lingering cold air adds a bit of coldness and solemnity to it. Directly on the side of the gate, there are seats that are arranged continuously, and the seats are scarce as you go back. In the end, only the throne lived alone on it, revealing a sense of sorrow. At this time, the throne was in pitch black, making it impossible to see the truth.

Pachu, Il, and Baz and others, looking at the empty seats under the throne, gradually became greedy and scorching. Everyone vaguely saw themselves in the upper seats.

I thought there would be an important announcement, but Bran did not say anything. As time passed, the atmosphere began to become depressed, and people's hearts gradually became nervous.

Someone glanced at it, and the throne was still pitch black, and it was not even clear whether anyone was there.

Bran is not here!

At this time, his mind returned to Northland City. It was because Lily was grabbing him and asking: "Why is there no space power? Say! Did you move your hands and feet?"

Bran, who hadn't recovered for a while, was a little at a loss. What happened in a short while?

"What tricks, can I do it?"

Lily pointed to the angels flying around in the sky, "What's the matter?"

Bran looked carefully for a long time, "Isn't that good?"

Seeing Bran's ignorant look, Lily immediately reacted: "Where did you go?"

"Back to Netherworld to arrange some housework, does it matter?"

Lily took a deep breath, "In other words, you leave an empty shell here and nod your head. People say nothing, right?"

Bran immediately retorted, "Who said I didn't hear it, I just don't have time to think or react. Wait, let me see what happened..."

Angels are no problem, they just don't have the power of space.

Bran raised his hand to draw a triangle and tapped a corner: "It is very likely that your power replaced it. As for why, I don't know. Fortunately, the replacement did not destabilize the material.

Also, now is not the time to consider these. After you find your star, you can eliminate all interference there and conduct experiments.

It, throw it to Qiming for a period of actual combat testing. "

"Well, that's the only way. By the way, why do you suddenly think of running to Netherworld?"

Bran didn't hide it, and lightly tapped the little wizard beside him: "One by one, I don't think they can hold back these wild bees. Just in case, take some of them in advance and put them on the Nether for feeding.

By the way, to be fair, the remaining wild bees will be divided by their heads, so that everyone will not worry about it. You can play whatever you want, and it has nothing to do with others. Of course it has nothing to do with me. Don't even think about asking me for it. "

...

In the cold and silence, finally there was a voice from the throne of the hall. There is no longer the randomness and peace of the past in the tone, only the inviolable majesty.

"Here, you can call it the Judgment Hall. From now on, the dead will enter through the corner door on the left and leave the corner door on the right.

Based on the central axis of this hall, the world will be divided into two parts. The new dead will follow the waves of magic power and continue to the left hemisphere; after passing through the hall and entering the right hemisphere to be purified, they will return to the world of the living again following the waves of magic power.

Nether will become the end of life, and it will also be its starting point. I need you to maintain the proper order, from here on—"

Accompanied by the echo, in the slightly excited eyes of everyone, a hand stretched out from the pitch black on the throne. It crossed the rows of seats, and finally reached the position of the first row and tapped a few times, making a clicking sound like heartbreak...

"And those who believe in me will go directly to the back garden to accept my shelter."

After a short pause, Bran's unhurried voice sounded again: "I don't know what problems will occur during the period, and I don't know whether you have the ability to face everything that will happen, so I can't accurately arrange your location.

But don’t worry, it doesn’t matter if you don’t do it well. After a period of time, those of you who cannot adapt, and who do not want to stay here, I will send them back to the world of the living and redo the arrangements.

This is probably the case. In the future, there will be countless troubles for you to solve and straighten out.

Don't feel wronged by the position of the first row. You need to know that life and death are no small things, and hope that no one will slack off. "

And Bran could not tolerate these people slacking off, because as the voice fell, the cycle of life and death had begun to officially turn.

Purification is far easier than Bran thought. Whether it is the dead of the demons or the amphibians, there are people who are tired of this state of immortality and just want to be free as soon as possible.

After arriving here, they finally heard the call from within, so they gave up all resistance and calmly faced the final moment.

The ink color was pulled away from the body little by little, and they became pure and flawless again. And as the ink draws away, the memory slowly dissipates.

Today some of the dead began to lose the last trace of memory.

As the last trace of memory disappeared, they turned into groups of weak light, slowly rising into the sky. Soon, he crashed into an invisible barrier, and disappeared after stirring up ripples.

Soon, a little white light continuously seeped from the void above the barren continent, drifting into the distance with the wind. Unfortunately, no one except Bran can see or touch it.

"I returned them."

"what did you say?"

Seeing her sister's eyes sweeping around without focus, Bran stretched out and squeezed her hand. Let her use her senses to see and listen...

"Look, they are back."

When the two were looking attentively, Xi Rui appeared next to Bran holding Huahua and unceremoniously hugged Bran's other arm.

Later, Jina appeared next to Xi Rui and gently took her hand. As Jena joined, more and more people gathered, and everyone sat around one by one, quietly looking to the sky.