Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Are you okay?" Zhao Mai looked at Dojian who got up from his body. The latter turned his head and glanced at his back, "It's okay, it will be well soon."

"Turn around and let me see."

Neural-assisted network, high-strength composite fiber combined with lightweight armor of special ceramics, and the black technology of relevant departments fully demonstrated their power in the explosion. There is no trauma, only bruises and visceral vibrations. Just rest for a while. Zhao Mai let go of his heart and let Duojian help him up. "Thank you for saving me."

"You are welcome, you will be fine if I don't come." Duojian pointed to Zhao Mai's hand. A Valyrian Gang's dagger was in his hand. The wizard of Quills once inserted this dagger into Zhao Mai's body, and then Zhao Mai put it in the storage ring as a collection. If Duojian can't come, this will be Zhao Mai's last means of fighting. "Even if I could kill her, I would probably be killed, so thank you."

"You're welcome, you will be fine if I don't come." Dojian answered with the same voice and tone, like a robot. Well, the long and distant journey to rejuvenate her, take it slow. "Now go back, close the door, take care of them, and wait until I'm sure everything is okay."

Dogian nodded and obeyed without any objection. Zhao Mai just felt exhausted all over, and even moving a finger requires a lot of perseverance. Fortunately, the environment of the natural force gradually recovered, and he could finally use the druid's power to supplement his body's consumption.

Bran lay quietly on the side, motionless, just like a dead body. Zhao Mai sat on the ground and moved himself over, placing his hand on his forehead and the other hand on his chest. There was no movement from Bran’s skin, not even the cold feeling of a ghost. What happens in the green dream can only be answered in the green dream. The force required to enter the dream state is very low, and Zhao Mai can do it with concentration.

There was light in the dream, and the dazzling light was so dazzling, even if I closed my eyes, I still felt pain. The strong natural force was ignited by the dragon fire, and the energy emitted made the dream world here unbearable. Just like when Zhao Mai first entered the Green Dreamland, his psychic powers caused a lot of damage to the Three-eyed Crow and Bran.

The current green dream is similar to the situation at that time, but fortunately, Zhao Mai’s body is weak and the strength he can withstand is relatively high, so the energy here is pouring into him and continuously pouring into his dry body, although it will cause It's unwell, but it can't hurt. Zhao Mai's "spiritual body" couldn't open his eyes, he could barely use his psychic powers as antennae, trying to figure out his position.

It took a few seconds for him to react. "What a fool, this is a green dreamland. It is a waste of time to find with your eyes!" He turned his attention to Bran, restored his voice and smile, looked for his power characteristics, and the green dreamland would naturally lead him to find Bran.

The boy was still hiding in a dark cave among the Mingyue Mountains. There was a cold breath all over him, and he would get hurt as long as he touched the light outside. When Zhao Mai found him, Bran jumped up excitedly: "Great, did you win?! Can you take me out?"

"Yes..." Zhao Mai knotted his tongue, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Why?" A disappointed expression appeared on Bran's face, and he turned angry: "Are you going to leave me here and wait for death in despair? You are a cruel liar, murderer, child killer!"

"No, the ghost queen is still there, she is hiding in your shadow. If I take you out, she will also go out. This time she will run away, looking for obsidian to make a body, hiding, and starting the next millennium Lurk and wait." Zhao Mai said: "Look at your shadow, she is inside. Actually, this hole does not exist, it was created by your power and used as your last shelter. You are sheltering yourself. , Also sheltering her."

Bran looked down. Although the ghost queen tried to hide, she would still cause ripples in the shadows and be found by Bran. "Aren't you burned to death by the dragon fire? Why are you still pestering me? Get out of here!"

The shadow won't answer him, and the ghost queen made up her mind to avoid it. She is still the same, lurking when she sees powerful enemies, waiting for time to kill her enemies, and waiting endlessly for victory.

"What should I do?" Bran asked in frustration, lowering his head.

"Actually, you already understand it in your heart, but let me talk about it." Zhao Mai stood at the entrance of the cave and pointed at the light outside: "The ghost is hiding in your shadow. That is her only hiding place. Only light can destroy the shadow, fire can melt the ice, sacrifice in exchange for victory. Bran, you have to walk into this light and die, then the ghost queen will die."

Bran was silent, his shadow swayed, Zhao Mai stood quietly and waited. After a while, Bran sighed and said: "Father said that people can only be brave when they are afraid. I am scared now, so I have to be brave."

He walked towards the entrance of the cave and gradually approached the place of light. The shadow behind him twisted crazily, and the ghost queen let out a stern cry. Zhao Mai said nothing, looked at Bran quietly, watching him stand on the boundary between light and shadow.

"What is it like after death?" Bran asked suddenly.

"As far as I know, there is nothing, nothingness." Zhao Mai shrugged his shoulders: "I haven't died yet, so I'm not sure. Can you tell me if you know?"

"No, I will never tell you." Bran smiled mischievously. After he fell from the tower and broke his legs, after he experienced the deaths of his father, mother, and brother, after he lost his home, after he witnessed the massacre and fire in Winterfell, after he was suffering After torturing a thousand times, he finally smiled again.

"I am Brandon Stark, the last green prophet." Bran's voice was solemn and solemn. He said, "As the descendants of the Andals, the Roina and the "Ancestors", as the children of the forest, north In the name of the guardian of the earth ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the last descendant of the alien, I, the lord of Winterfell and the king of the north, Brandon of the Stark family, hereby pronounce you to death."

Then he stepped into the light. The flames rose, igniting Bran and his shadow. The hiding hole collapsed and there was no shelter around it. The power of nature lit by the dragon fire filled every corner of the space, leaving no gaps. Zhao Mai watched quietly, waited, and watched the last shadow disappear.

Then he immediately left the green dream.

Bran is dead. Under the heat of the dragon fire, his body is no longer a ghoul, but the original. Zhao Mai smiled at the corner of his mouth. He touched the storage bracelet in his left hand and pulled out a scroll.

"Man, I was prepared, you should be happy for me." Zhao Mai said to Bran's body: "Do you know what is called reincarnation? You have to thank the night watchman storage room for the contribution, it really was I moved out, and your brother Jon has a green face for this, hehe."

"Well, let me see how your luck is." Zhao Mai opened the scroll. He has stored all the power required for the spell on the scroll, so even if he is very tired now, he can still cast the spell. "Mans Reid reincarnated as a half-elf, luck. What would you be?" (To be continued.)