Wizards of the North

In awe

Hearing this word, Nita felt enlightened and thoughtful.

Right now, the relationship between these mortals and Bran is a true portrayal of it and the giant tree. But it is losing its awe, even if it knows that it is just a humble creature that lives on it.

Ugh--

Although Bran has been negligent in management over the years, he always makes some noise from time to time, so that everyone dare not slacken off. But what about giant trees?

"Awe!"

It whispered in a deep voice, slid from the top of the dome to the giant wooden statue, and prayed again. Since you have chosen to believe in this path, you should not worry about gains and losses, because piety will eventually pay off.

Ugh--

I hope it’s not too late to wake up; I hope I can withstand the erosion of magic...

My dream is gradually breaking up, and as more and more worlds have been entered, the rate of breaking up has also begun to accelerate. Although the cause of the fragmentation is clear, there is no good solution.

Perhaps it was the fragmented dream that affected the previous behavior that made such a mistake. After all, dreams are closely related to the mind, and it is inevitable to be affected; after all, wizards are a group of monsters that are deeply affected by magic, and with the ups and downs of magic, their behavior will inevitably be abnormal.

In fact, in the final analysis, his own strength is too low to overlook the whole picture of the world, so he cannot establish continuous contact with the tributaries. The leap forward of a world and a world like this will only make things worse.

If you can establish a spiritual connection with the giant tree, perhaps you can directly ask for advice. Perhaps this is also the way Bran and Jumu are connected, and the real reason why he has grown to such a level.

Ugh--

After praying, Nita stood in front of the idol for a while, then turned back to the dome with a long sigh.

However, today is destined to be a difficult day for peace. Before long, Maya fell to her side and asked it to open the portal. Just like before, Nita asked casually, "I just woke up and ran outside. What do you want to do?"

"Fly around."

"Just fly a circle?"

"What else? Who can we provoke in this situation?" Maya muttered dissatisfied, "Fly around and let those outside see our true strength."

"What's the matter with the divine metaphor? And, can you still feel it now?"

Maya squinted her eyes and observed it carefully for a while: "Yes!"

"In other words, can you talk to it directly now?"

Maya couldn't help showing a sorrowful look, "Yes, but it-I shouldn't be distracted by me."

"how?"

"Just when I felt quite fresh, I took the initiative to chat a few words, and then ignored me."

"Uh-" Nita paused, "Can you tell me what it feels like?"

"It's right here, in our spiritual world." Maya pointed to her head, "Long praying sincerely, its image has already penetrated into her heart. Just close your eyes, just stand in front of the idol, and just prepare to pray. Its memory will emerge in front of you.

Not long ago, those memories became real...

call--

This is not our imagination, because I have just repeatedly verified it. He even asked it to come in person to explain our doubts. "

"and then?"

Maya imitated Bran's tone: "Go away, do whatever you want!"

Nita laughed and shook his head. This is too real...

...

When Maya passed through the portal, Dia's entanglement with the fragility still did not end. At this moment, she was standing beside the fragile, prompting: "Awe--"

After some things failed to sway her father, she finally agreed not to hide. At the same time, in exchange for his father's assurance, no longer interfere with her actions. Although it is clear that this kind of guarantee fart is not the best, it is still very good and useful to use as a step between father and daughter.

At that time--

Some words in the inn were not only for father, but also for vulnerable. She wanted Vulnerable to understand that she was the most suitable candidate. If it is not now, then she will try to be the most suitable one.

Outside the inn, the fragile opening the world in the shadows is not all because of these miscellaneous fish, but also because of her. Of course, this is not to open up to her, but to hope that she will retreat.

Retire in trouble?

Ah! Is this possible?

Moreover, the attitude shown by fragility is not resolute. Maybe it was because she had not learned how to refuse, but it also gave her a chance.

At least she can tell the fragile how to deal with this group of miscellaneous fish in the tone of the people who came over, and take the opportunity to bring the two parties closer. Anyway, there is nothing to do during this time, so just stay here.

Looking at the fragility and unmoved, she continued to prompt: "Think about it, what will Bran do?"

Hearing her mention Bran, Fragile suddenly laughed happily, and turned his head to ask: "Why are you the one instead?"

"Killing power, just like Bran did."

"That's what Bran would do back then, not now. What's more, killing people was originally learned from you. But this method is really easy to use, and it can really solve the problem."

"--Oh?"

"Now that he has killed a few sporadically, he does not show any prestige, but a bit embarrassing. If he moves, he is doomed to earthshaking.

However, you will not let him do this. "

Dia nodded, "Indeed not."

"So—" Fragile spreads out his hands, "I won't do this kind of embarrassing thing myself."

Dia blinked, feeling that there was something in the fragile words...

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "So, what do you think should be done?"

"Bran said, let them die!"

Dia was a little confused: "Bran said?"

"Well, Bran just came, but he left in a hurry. He has asked Aiqi to take over the other group of people, just waiting to find the door here.

do you know?

The evenly matched fight, the feeling of life and death, can make people feel the great horror, and real awe will also arise from this.

Sometimes death comes too quickly and too easily is not a good thing. It must go through a process, a period of accumulation and brewing, so that the darkness hidden under life can completely erupt.

——Like the cannibals and the gatekeepers of Double Wing City, he gave birth to true awe and piety..."