Wizards of the North

Bran can't manage that much now, he knows that someone must be behind him and his cousin. There was a whistling sound in his mouth, and the whistling sound spread to all directions, conveying the will for help. Then he stopped, turned and stood still. He has been overtaken, and it doesn't make sense to run down. Someone has to stop him. It's a terrible loss.

I felt that my cousin stopped and moved closer to him. Bran was so angry that he cursed: "Get out! Don't get in the way."

"You run, I'll come."

"Get out!" Bran regretted that he shouldn't hide his characteristics these days. Only oneself is the most suitable person to delay time, but now cousin Dia is standing firmly in front of him, which makes Bran really have the urge to vomit blood.

"You run, I beg you." Bran said bitterly.

"You advised us not to come in." Dia looked stubborn.

"I have a way to get out. I am a wizard, and there are always some abilities that you don't understand..." Then, Bran stopped persuading, because the predator behind him had already appeared.

Dia raised his hand to push Bran away, but it was empty. Bran had already bypassed her at this time and rushed towards the monster. She heard Bran’s voice: “As a Northlander, since you can’t help, don’t become a burden.”

A huge bug more than two meters tall is like an enlarged praying mantis, but with a more compact body. This is the guy Bran is facing. Bran doesn't like this kind of opponent, which is known for his agility. Bran will provoke larger and stronger animals, but he will not easily provoke the agile ones. Faced with an agile hunter, any empty space may instantly decide life and death.

Bran's mind was concentrated and concentrated, and the black cat Huahua disappeared in the surrounding grass. At the same time, Bran slowly opened the tide in the magic net, completely enclosing the opponent. Now he no longer thinks about how his cousins ​​will react. At this time, he is dead and he can only manage himself first.

Bran saw the traces of wisdom in the eyes of this insect, saw the joke, saw the excitement, saw the bloodthirsty, just like seeing himself and Huahua a few days ago. Is that so? This is a purposeful selection, and the bug is choosing the prey it is interested in. It's not for the sake of the stomach, but just for fun, so it's not going to catch up.

As soon as Bran approached the insect's attack range, the insect's sickle-like claws smashed down. Bran turned sideways to avoid, and slashed at the side of the paw. Bran was disappointed, only leaving a white mark on that paw.

After a trial, the insect let go of its attack, and the two claws cut twice more quickly, but the expected touch did not appear, which caused it to pause for an instant. Bran had already bypassed its side at this time, and the knife walked across its thigh, but was blocked by the exoskeleton of the leg. In this seemingly insidious and deadly attack, Bran only left a not very deep scratch on it.

Bran's speed exceeded the worm's expectations, making it excited, and the hard fins lying on its back rubbed against it, making a harsh noise.

Bran started to have a headache. The exoskeleton of this bug was not something he could shake now. So his gaze began to look at the bug, looking for a place where the bug was soft and easy to attack.

Just when the bug was about to attack again, Huahua appeared on its head, and swiped a paw over its protruding spar-like eyes, and then disappeared from the top of its head. But this attack did not cause obvious damage, and its eyes were transparent and hard like real spars. The only effect of this attack was to frighten it, making it more vigilant and emotional, and at the same time venting this mania towards Bran.

After several trials on both sides, the bug found that Bran could not cause excessive damage to it, so its attack became unscrupulous and completely abandoned the defense, which also allowed its speed to fully play out. Fortunately, Huahua found the bug's weakness in time, appeared on the bug's abdomen several times, and scratched several wounds. Although it looked bloody, it was only a skin trauma. But this also slowed down the bug's attack a lot, and put some energy on Black Cat Huahua.

The onlookers, when Bran and the worm were testing each other, had already realized that they could not keep up with this speed, so they did not rashly join the battle. But they did not run away, but actively prepared, waiting for the opportunity to support.

Bran is really like a flea now, playing a game called you can’t beat me. What makes Bran feel even more sorrowful is that his cousins ​​did not take the opportunity to escape, which suppressed Bran’s desire to find a chance to slip away...

He always feels that he can hold on for a while, he can hold on for a while, he seems to have more energy. Hold on for a while, maybe it will be able to delay the arrival of rescue. So Bran held this thought, like an old dog about to die, giving up the opportunity to get out alone again and again.

Then the real crisis came, not from the worm in front of me, or from the worm in front of me. Bran has already understood and adapted to the characteristics and speed of this insect's attack. He is gradually recovering the pleasure and excitement of dancing on the tip of a knife. He is preparing to counterattack. The companions behind him found an excellent opportunity, so they did not hesitate to make a move with the decisiveness of the people north of them. Five sharp spears were thrown over and went straight to the abdomen of the insect.

Yes, this should be the most vulnerable part of this bug, but the proportion of bugs is too different from that of humans. Its belly height is probably below Bran's head. Although this bug has been unable to give Bran a fatal blow, it is still the one taking the initiative. So it made an oblique cut and forced Bran onto the spear throwing route.

Bran felt it through the magic network. Five deadly spears rushed to his back and plunged. At this moment, the reaction in his mind was "End!" He only wanted to greet these few in the last moment of his life The ancestor of a bear child, although it is likely to be his own ancestor.

The bear children have already exclaimed and screamed, but this does not seem to solve the immediate crisis.

At this time, Bran's whole body was erected, and at the last moment of life and death, his potential was completely aroused. Since Bran’s ability has evolved, his magic network and his own sense of sight, smell and touch are still playing differently, and even because of the repetition of information feedback, it will cause reverberations. Now at this last juncture, under the pressure of death, he finally merged with Bran's spiritual will.

So Bran felt that everything was slowing down, and at the moment the spear reached his body, he disappeared from the eyes of the insects and bear children. He resorted to his own fleeing skills-the lazy donkey rolled, and crawled to the ground and turned out to be long...

Bran’s escape turned the original exclamation into cheers, and the astonishment into surprise. At this time, the five-life spear was deeply inserted into the abdomen of the insect.

When Dany and several other strange Northland warriors arrived, they saw this scene.

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Dani ran to Bran and was so scared that she couldn't get up when she was lying on the ground. Bran, who was covered in muddy water, hugged him tightly. Perhaps the danger just now also stimulated the black cat. At this time, the black cat also jumped on Dani's body softly and squeezed into this warm embrace.