Wizards of the North

Chapter 630: Spread death

When Adam couldn't resist the temptation of God's name to hide in the dark and gear his hands, Bran had already started a new action. After a period of observation and thinking, he believes that he must be the forerunner as before.

He must let the intelligent life see the key point of death-the soul of the deceased, and let them re-recognize and think about death. He needs people to believe that faith is a boat to avoid sinking and will carry the soul to the place of hope after death.

With this purpose, some people are about to or have set off.

...

At this time, the people in the camp were being attracted by the black dragon in the sky, and even the old dragon Nita got up from the ground.

Maya is here!

It hovered and turned in the sky, roaring from time to time. Facing the small camp below, there is still this vast world announcing its coming.

After showing off his power, he flew into the distance in the eyes of everyone's surprise. Seeing this, the old dragon Nita also rose into the air and chased it.

Before the Nita arrived, the voice came first: "What are you going to do?"

"Spread death!"

A heavy matter was said very easily by the excited Maya, even with a hint of joy.

Ten years!

Squatting on the little Black Dragon Cliff, watching the vast world around him gradually be occupied by the gods, watching everything that belonged to Bran gradually dissipate, his heart was already filled with resentment.

Although knowing that all this is the internal affairs of Northland, Bran's family affairs, and has nothing to do with it, Maya just can't accept it.

Bran came back, but didn't see it for a long time. Even if it doesn't appear on the surface, Maya's heart is gradually lost. Sitting on the Black Dragon Cliff, it quietly looked towards Beidi City, hoping to see Bran one day earlier.

Bran finally came in the hope of suffering.

Just like ten years ago, Bran appeared silently beside the idol, watching it and smiling with Irene. In ten years, Bran has not changed. Whether it's appearance or voice...

As if able to understand it and Irene's heart, Bran said unhurriedly: "Sooner or later, you will find that time does not mean much to us."

"So, what is meaningful?" Irene asked with a hint of irritation.

Bran lightly nodded his forehead, "Memory—"

Breathing out gently, Bran continued: "Those memories that cannot be worn away by time—and emotions."

Hearing this answer, Irene smiled, "I thought you forgot here, like Zoya did not want to come here for ten years.

By the way, is she okay? "

"She's fine, don't worry. As you know, we wizards will spend a lot of time immersing in the magic sea and listening to the waves of magic."

Irene was a little surprised, "Isn't she listening for ten years?"

Bran stretched out his hand, "This is the truth. You feel that the long ten years may be only a moment in Zoya's perception, and the wizard often acts on the perception.

Of course, I am the same. "

After explaining to Zoya and himself, Bran looked around and exclaimed: "It's already a big family."

"Why, are you going to pick us up and go together?"

Bran shook his head, "There is no such plan yet. You may not know that my place is not suitable for ordinary people to live in, but you will go there one day, so don't worry."

Irene remembered the recent rumors and couldn't help but smile: "Are you talking about death?"

Bran shrugged slightly, acquiescing to this statement.

"At that time, will you greet me?"

Bran opened his arms, "As long as you want, I will personally welcome you."

"now what?"

"I want to listen to your opinions before making a decision." Bran continued with a sigh. "You may not know that what is about to begin is a journey with no end in sight. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Let alone justice or evil. This is just a path of expansion led by wizards under the guidance of magic."

Irene thought for a while and asked, "What can you get from it?"

"Death, or I will replace death as a sign or symbol."

"Are you talking about death?"

"Who can say death or rebirth? So, I still prefer the name of the gods dark night."

Irene was dubious, "Oh?"

"Death is just the dreamless sleep of life forgetting the past, preparation for welcoming the new life." Bran paused slightly, "This world used to be like this, but it was not doing well.

Just like Ayman, your old brother. "

Irene's face sank and asked nervously, "What's wrong with him?"

"On the surface, he has nothing to do. But here—" Bran pointed to his head, "There was something wrong with the memory, and something was replaced. In other words, he got back the memories he had once."

Irene couldn't accept the news for a while, "Why are those wizards all right?"

"There is no exactly the same magical power, even if it comes from the same tributary. When it is injected into our body, while providing power, it also forms some kind of protection.

And Ayman is just an ordinary person in this life. "

Bran sighed, "Or the real reason has nothing to do with these, he is just extremely dissatisfied with the status quo. Whether it is the family that gave birth to him or the ethnic group that provides shelter, he is disgusted.

He needed a reason to abandon everything in the past. "

"You didn't do anything to him, did you?"

"Heh!" Bran Shixiao smiled and shook his head, "We just observed it in secret for a while. Not only him, but several other similar people, but no one is like him.

Now Ayman is another person. Although it still retains the identity of Dragon Knight, it was a rational analysis.

I don't want to destroy the relationship between your brothers and sisters. I just want to remind you-be careful when you meet him, because the former Ayman is already-dead. "

After a moment of silence, Bran added: "Moreover, he is loyal to someone who needs your attention, my brother Adam."

"Adam, so what?"

Faced with Irene’s question, Bran did not continue to explain, “In short, you must be careful of Adam’s people in the future and try to keep your distance.”

Bran stretched out his hand and gently stroked Maya's big head, "The less people know about some things, the better, just like the real relationship between us."

Irene felt a little big head, and looked at Maya and Bran suspiciously, but Bran did not explain further.

"There are some secrets, you just need to dig them slowly. This may add a lot of fun to the long years."

Maya asked her most concerned question, "What do you want us to do?"

"Spread death."

Maya was taken aback, then excitedly said: "Like you used to be?"

"Yes--"

...

In the camp, Ayman walked out of the shadows and stared at the black spots in the sky for a while. He didn't know why he wanted to hide, and why a familiar girl appeared in his mind.

Although he bears the name Ayman, it is only for the convenience of choice. However, when he saw the black dragon in the sky, his heart sank sharply.

Maya--

He knew that the person he called his younger sister was about to appear in this life, which made Ayman feel a little at a loss.

Sister?

Some people who don’t want to remember reappear in their minds, fathers, mothers, and friends...

For ten years, he first took the Dragon Knight a little bit in his hands, and then broke the connection with the East Coast. For dragon knights who admire power, there is not much difficulty in mastering them. The hard part is to cut off their past.

He thought he did...

One after another, dragon riders walked behind him, waiting for his instructions.

However, some orders he could not say.

Ayman retracted his gaze from the distance, and slowly swept across the seemingly peaceful camp, everything was in chaos. -His heart, the people around him.

What does Adam want to do?

When everyone regards Adam as an ordinary person, Ayman has his own fears. To care about this kind of thing, it is enough to have an unforgettable lesson.

Adam sat on the throne and watched him harass Dragon Knight, and watched him walk to the throne to show loyalty. He saw another kind of strength in Adam, calmness, tolerance, and the wisdom that produced all of this.

Perhaps it was because of having such a sister and younger brother, forcing Adam to have such wisdom. But in any case, Ayman believes that this kind of wisdom is enough to control a group of subjects including him.

In particular, there are younger brothers and sisters like that.

It's just, why did Adam give himself such an order.

...

In the ghostly trial hall, Pachu looked at the corpse still sitting on the chair and did not move. Although he had thought of letting his body sink into the soil for safety, Bran stopped it. As the first person to die in the Nether, Bran wanted to see the subsequent changes.

But after such a long time, the body did not see any movement, as if he was asleep.

Although he had been expecting death, Pachu was a little bit lost when death came in an unexpected way. Today, he not only got what he wanted to retain his abilities in his lifetime, but also possessed new power. It's just that Pachu hasn't figured out how all this happened.

There are still busy people beside him, but they are no longer in a hurry. Order is slowly taking shape in the clutter, and most people have found their place.

However, those who are free are still free, and those who are busy are still busy.

There was another snoring sound at the front door, and it was Charlotte's dogs who saw their owner falling asleep, and followed by laziness. Buzz frowned and threw a volume of copywriting there, and his snoring disappeared. Accompanied by Charlotte's crisp reprimand-stupid dog, dare to be lazy! A big dog brought the copy back.

Il frowned slightly, took the first step to take the copy from the dog's mouth, and complained in a low voice: "I forgot what was torn up last time?"

Baz scratched his head, "I felt jealous for a while."

With a bit of sourness, Il said in a pun: "What makes a few watchdogs so jealous?"

After speaking, the back of the hammer returned to his position.

Yes, jealous!

No one in the trial hall is not jealous of Charlotte, even her good friend Sajia. Except for Charlotte, Bran has been dissatisfied with everyone's work recently. Although I will not directly accuse someone every time I show up, I will give a violent compliment with a few dogs. After the dog is praised, I will praise the owner Charlotte by the way, which really makes other people feel uncomfortable.

Shajia approached Pachu, "Teacher..."

Pachu gestured to the height of the hall, "What do you think it is?"

"throne."

"fate--"

Sajia didn't react for a while, "Fate?"

"Yes, destiny! Honor and disgrace, prosperity and decline, everything about us is inseparable from it. Unlike the past, you, me, and them finally have a clear goal-right in front of them.

Don't be jealous, Charlotte is just the first person to clarify his position, and we are still striving for a higher position. But no matter what, this is our own choice around destiny.

Remember-it is a choice, not a competition.

There are so many seats here, there is no need to stare at one. And this is not mundane, and we are not facing a mortal. No matter which location we choose, we are only responsible for it.

Just like Charlotte, you only need to guard the door and don't care about the attitude of others at all. "

"teacher?"

"I'm leaving, to spread death to the outside world. And use myself to prove the existence of death..."

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