Wizards of the North

Strength is strength.

Faced with the mountain-like bones, Bran was not moved just because it was unnecessary. Since you can draw power directly from the sea of ​​magic, why bother coveting bones that don't have a few fleshy bones?

Moreover, he is different from most wizards. Without the shackles of the body, this kind of similar power can't make up for the lack, but will only turn into a part of the body's many mottled magic powers, which will be slowly absorbed by him.

This is too wasteful.

It would be great if the body was still there, and he would have the opportunity to combine these fruits of commonality into one.

Now under tremendous pressure, he had to return to the sea of ​​magic to face the mountain-like bones.

Watching the various tributaries flowing around the body, watching a branch of the body penetrate into nothingness through the connection within, Bran sighed helplessly. It is not that he is powerless, but when his body turns into a channel for the soul, such an embarrassing situation is destined to occur-he can no longer use all his power in battle.

A ray of magic power slowly protruded from Bran, gently clinging to a piece of bone. After that, he didn't move for a long time, just because he felt an unusually strong resistance.

This sense of resistance not only comes from the dying skeleton, but also from himself.

"I am the magic." Bran could not help but murmured, "the magic will find a way out."

Accompanied by the whispers, strands of magic power spread from the body, entwining around the bones. He decided to surrender everything to instinct, to the will remaining in the many bones.

With the entangling of magical power, the chaotic whispers reached the heart. Every surviving will is eager to tell their own story, and refuses to give in to each other.

The fine voices intertwined and turned into fragmented stories. In this fragmentation, a magnificent picture was formed in front of Bran's eyes, allowing him to see the vicissitudes of time.

Every will has a similar ending, come here with surprise, expectation, and anxiety...

As a result, the chaotic voices gradually unified and gradually became louder.

Bran listened quietly, listening to those small voices converging into a hoarse roar, turning into a weak sigh at the highest level, and everything came to an abrupt end.

With the disappearance of the sound, a bone wand hovered in front of Bran under the twist of magic. And those mountain-like skeletons have disappeared without a trace.

The bone rod is uneven, and it is covered with big and small burl-like bumps and depressions. A thin chain was randomly wound around the stick, wriggling like a snake or insect from time to time. Along with the squirming, a quiet voice sounded, like a long sigh, the remaining sound was endless.

The traces of the years did not disappear, but turned into a layer of black smoke, making the bone stick and chain appear dull grayish yellow.

...

When Bran appeared in front of the crowd half carrying a bone stick, he was greeted not only with joy, but also with anger.

"You said you just went in for a while, but it turned out to be a few years."

"I was fascinated by the story for a while, but I forgot the time."

"There hasn't been any trouble here, so we didn't care." Danni shook her head. "It wasn't until Lily came back that Huahua still stopped anyone from disturbing you.

What happened in the sea of ​​magic? "

"You may not believe it." Bran shook the bone stick gently. "It can be said that a lot has happened, or it can be said that nothing happened.

Listening to the surviving will of the ancient times, he told many stories and made a stick accidentally. "

Bran seemed to be downplaying, but he couldn't hide his pride. So everyone focused their eyes on the bone stick, but unfortunately no one could see the benefits.

Bran was very disappointed about this, and everyone was also very disappointed.

Danni raised her voice slightly, "In the past few years, Huahua has still not found anything. During this period, Lando and Lanjia sneaked out several times without encountering any danger. After that, I wandered around many times, still Nothing was found."

Bran squeezed the bone stick, and after a long time he said in an uncertain tone: "Perhaps, I was wrong; or maybe, the more powerful beast just passed by."

Faced with Bran, who was still stiff-mouthed, Dany turned the topic to another direction: "Lily has always wanted to talk to you since she came back. It seems something tricky."

Bran sighed slightly, "Shuang Wing City is going to be separated."

Looking at the people who were a little surprised, Bran did not continue to explain, but said: "It's good to come back, and I can also worry about it; it is good to come back, and I can just do something."

Dani frowned slightly, "You don't want to see her right away?"

Bran tightened the bone stick in his hand, "I'll take care of the trouble here first, a little bit."

...

Since coming back, Mogen has been thinking hard-what caused the magic to change? But the concentration of thinking without a clue made it gradually irritable.

It tried to recall every detail of the trip, trying to find some clues. But through careful comparison, I found that I was much stronger than the other.

Yes, I am much stronger than that little beast! At least stronger than its magic. Although strong magic power does not explain everything, but the magic root caught in mania began to ignore these.

"Obviously I am much stronger than the other party, why do I have no clue?"

Yeah, why? Mogen can't understand...

Until a magic wave came in from the void, interrupting its self-examination.

"Is anyone home?"