Wizards of the North

"I guess we used to live very happily together." Bran said casually: "At least in your time, there was such a good time, a time worthy of your memories."

"Good guess." The old goblin sat on Bran's shoulders, resting on his neck.

"The taste of the northern people." The old fairy whispered.

This sentence made Bran relax some of his vigilance, and he heard too much nostalgia from this whisper. The old fairy didn't say these words through spiritual contact, I'm afraid she didn't even realize it, and the moment of loss of consciousness caused the old fairy to directly make a clear voice.

"My name is Bran."

"Emily, they used to whisper to me any time soon."

...

According to the whispers of the old fairy: At first the fairy lived with the Northlanders for many years. The common life makes the Northlanders deeply influenced by the fairies-this reminds Bran of Fairy Gardens. At that time, the people of Northland converged the magic power into their bodies and became the source of their own growth and strength. Thousands of years later, this behavior penetrated into the blood and became instinct. Later, the fairies gradually separated from the northerners. The fairies stayed in the Mogu Forest, while the northerners walked out and gradually occupied the fertile grasslands outside.

According to the fairy's words, it is inferred: Maybe the northern people's trial does not necessarily need to return to the wasteland, maybe as long as there is enough time, they will still grow to a corresponding height, but the trial speeds up the process. The memory in the bloodline makes the Northlanders instinctively return to the wasteland. But the fairy's words can only be used as a reference now, and the old fairy is somewhat unspeakable in his intuition.

As Bran felt now, it was not that he could not resist the call, at least he had suppressed it for a while. His feeling about the wasteland is only that there is food there and the need to meet his own growth.

Or there are other deep-seated reasons, which may be understood when he enters the wasteland.

The common origin of the two tribes, the common ancestral land, should be a wasteland, the first two tribes left there together. So, what caused the two groups to leave the wasteland together?

...

Bran pointed to the little goblin flying above his head and asked, "Whisper, will anyone join?"

When the old fairy heard Bran whisper the name, he was stunned, a little nostalgic, and a little emotional. "Yes, it is too rare for someone like you to appear in the north."

"Everyone discuss it, and send everything you want. It's such a big place, first come first served." Bran completely let go, or made a trial.

The old fairy smiled, "It has nothing to do with size, since you are so generous."

"It's not that I'm generous, I just want to pull a batch of cushions. I want to test whether I can come back alive or not.

"No one can guarantee anything."

"What are these star clusters?" Bran asked. After he realized that the little fairies knew that there was no need to hide, they began to grab these star clusters.

"A material, an intermediate form under the interaction of life and magic. It seems that you have killed many wizards."

"No, just a few. Most of the others are obtained from the fertile grassland. If you find something that can be assimilated, you can capture it. What's the use?"

"It's useless for you. Under your magical tide, these starlights will only become purer and purer and eventually become a part of your life. Oh, it's still useful, forgetting that the lifespan of the northerners is not very long. Will increase your lifespan a little.

These starlights are the best lair for the fairies, but don't worry, the fairies just live in them and will not have a bad effect on you. "

Bran said with a slightly malicious expression: "I'm thinking, what will happen if I put the starlight into my body?"

The goblin whispered and gave Bran a sideways glance, "After you become a lair, it doesn't matter if you get in or out of your body."

"I probably guessed that my body is actually just a channel. Some things are just appearances, but it still feels a little strange."

...

Bran didn't know how these goblins conveyed information, but for a short while, Bran saw thousands of goblins flying out of the big tree in the middle of the garden in front of him.

Bran opened his mouth wide and watched these fairies form a tornado and gathered here. He wondered if one day, his body would also form a door, and so many fairies would fly out.

Then, countless old fairies’ greetings sounded in Bran’s spiritual world. He felt his head buzzing and he felt that he would die in the next instant. Then all his magical powers together with the magical net instantly shrank into a ball inside the body, isolating the connection with the outside world. The fairies seemed to have discovered his situation and all stopped greeting. Bran felt silence descend, and two blood stains flowed from his nostrils...

Bran experienced the feelings of those wizards who spied on him when they were hit back. Fortunately, he had not exceeded his limit just now. And now his spirit and magic net have been closely integrated, even if he wants to be like those wizards, the body instinctively discards abilities for self-protection, it can't be done. If the ability was added to the body when he first awakened, then his current situation is that the body has become a part of the ability.

Now Bran knew that the record was wrong. These fairies were not harmless, at least not for him now. If malicious, this group of fairies can definitely make him ecstatic. Although he can retract the magic power into his body and shrink it into a ball to shield against external shocks, the moment just made him more vigilant. After the evolution of his abilities, he gained benefits and expanded his abilities, but also produced defects. It seems that the magic net protects his whole person inside, but as the spirit and the magic net gradually merge, his spirit also releases the protection as the magic net opens.

Fairies mostly come to watch the excitement. According to the fairies, the last Northlander who was able to entrust a child was about three to four hundred years ago. Even for a race like fairies with a long lifespan, it seemed too much. old. So when they heard that a little Northlander wanted to meet everyone, they happily accepted the invitation.

Bran generously sent out an invitation and invited the old fairies and little fairies present to have a meal. He extended his own magic tide to the limit. You are welcome, try them all.

The old goblin headed commented: "Penetration, perception, assimilation, feedback, memory, copying, fuzzy control, conforming to magic, and changing form. It's good. You can also taste it. When did you eat that northerner last time? Now, that kid doesn’t eat..."

Bran is quite well-fed. The tides in his magic net rise and fall, pushing outwards one by one, but gradually these tides rise into patches of mist, spreading around. Bran’s active extension of the magic tide finally broke the limit, but this time it was not his magic tide, but the mist rising from the tide. These fogs, if not present, are not as thick and solid as the tides, but they also cover more than ten meters around.

Now Bran completely believed the fact that these fairies once coexisted with the Northlanders. Only complementarity and mutual benefit are the foundation of symbiosis. As the fairies eat, the familiarity from the depths of the bloodline begins to become clear. His magic power is not a unilateral supply, his magic power begins to communicate with the outside world, begins to form breathing, and begins to vomit. His magic power seems to have life, it is no longer just an extension of his will.

Magic power will not arise out of nothing. Although the specific transformation process is unknown, the apparent increase in appetite is evidence. With the evolution of Bran's ability, his appetite is getting bigger and bigger. And when Bran heard the call of the wasteland and the power of blood began to awaken, this hunger had reached an uncontrollable degree. Now he feels that his hunger is alleviating, and the magical power he consumes is also restored through communication with the outside world.

It feels so good, Bran sighs in his heart.