Wizards of the North

died!

Although this head still exudes strong vitality and still has its due response to external stimuli, Huahua knew it was dead. Now, its soul was neither in this head nor in another body, but was taken away by Bran.

This made Huahua lose interest, because it was only interested in living things, so she threw her head there in disgust.

Just when it twitched its nose and was about to continue looking for the next target, a large group of people headed by Xi Rui gathered around. Those who are close to each other will get to the front and ask questions; those who are far away will turn around the head, and don't forget to eavesdrop.

...

At this time, Bran had thrown the remnant body into the maze, and he returned to the netherworld holding the powerful soul.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Bran has taken his life as the **** of death, so at that moment he converged his teasing mentality and became dignified and solemn.

This is fate--

At a certain point in time, some people will always appear in front of you, and some things will inevitably happen, reminding-who are you? Just like this unfamiliar and powerful being, it is impossible to justify and doubt his identity at a glance.

With a spontaneous sense of ritual, he completed the beheading neatly and neatly like an executioner who was tortured.

As the head rolled down, a cloud of dust lifted from the body and threw it straight at it. Yes, the smell of dust, the loneliness of empty and loneliness, is like a tomb; yes, I also have this smell in myself, but it is not so strong.

Bran suddenly realized that this monster, like himself, had power extended to the realm of death. Pity……

What's more regrettable is that the ceremonial slash cut off the connection between the soul and the body. It is true-dead! An extremely rare observation object was cut down by oneself under the accident of circumstances...

"You are right, I am death." Bran shook his soul before him, "but there are some things, you should have realized that it was wrong.

The tomb is only the home of the body, but the soul goes elsewhere.

Don't rush to ask, is it like I'm dead? Or what is the soul? There are some things you can think clearly, after all, you have seen your fallen head, fallen body, and what it is now. "

Brandon paused, "At that time, you should accompany me to complete the dance of death, because resisting death is the right of the living, you should not give up easily.

Moreover, after the dance is life or death, who can tell? But no matter what, there will not be too much difference in my eyes, because waiting for the withering life and taking over the withering life, I must bear.

It’s just that I appreciate the blooming of struggling before dying, even if this is the last time in my life. At least, this lives up to our wait..."

With a sigh, Bran spread out his hands, "Since he has given up, then welcome to the world of the dead. But what should I do with you? A powerful and useless soul.

Erase the memory, turn it into a blank or a few blank spiritual substance, and throw it into the world of the living. Soon, it will be re-incubated, and once again experience falling to the ground, toddler...

Unfortunately, those are beyond my authority, so I can't describe them in detail for you. I only know that with the birth of that new life, you are truly ‘dead’, and that you are truly free from the past.

Will have a new identity, name, and family...

I said this because I saw some potential in your body and didn't want to be wasted in the cycle of life and death, so I decided to give you a kingdom of the dead. "

Bran paused slightly, seemingly graciously added, "Of course, the decision is still yours."

"What's the price?"

Bran snorted disdainfully, "The soul standing in front of death dare to say the price lightly?"

He stretched out his hand and crumpled it into a ball, then shook it away again: "Tell me, your decision."

...

Soon, there was a bare undead king in the maze, accompanying his headless corpse like a shadow. Now it finally knows that death cannot bring relief.

Looking at the headless corpse, I always feel that something very important is missing from it. Not a fruit, let alone a head, for it the head is not indispensable. Of course, no one in the snowy area can cut off its head, so this secret has been kept.

Who would have thought that this time I lost my life together...

This kind of thing really cannot hide from death.

The previous conversation was not pleasant, at least for it. The only thing that was adopted in the whole conversation was the name he gave-Mucha.

Just like "death" said, it can accept the living to talk about conditions, but it will not allow the dead to go beyond.

There are no conditions to talk about, and you have no choice but to accept the title of "Dead King" and accept the fate of being enslaved. What else can it be turned into a blank spiritual substance, falling back into the cycle of death and life?

Do not--

In contrast, it would rather accept the slavery of death. Moreover, although there is no room for negotiation of conditions, the conditions given are not harsh.

A vast territory, what is the purpose of doing so? What kind of potential do you have in yourself?

It is not that it does not want to test, but that it has no chance at all. Now I can only guess...

The potential of a wizard can only come from magic, so what is special about his own magic? Like most wizards, Mu Sha fell into a misunderstanding.

...

——Grave, this is Mu Sha's understanding of death.

Bran raised his right hand in front of his eyes and carefully looked at the plume of smoke wrapped around his fingertips. For a wizard who cannot see the soul, it cannot be wrong to attribute death to the corruption of the body.

Compared to mortals, stubborn wizards are more willing to believe what they see and hear. It is only because of magic that wizards have extremely keen insights. This insight does not come from thinking, but the most direct sensory feedback.

Bran knows that many times he is like this, and will attribute the undetectable to other people's imagination. Fortunately, I have no habit of interfering with others...

A vast territory--

Do not! That is a tomb given to Mucha to bury his body and soul...