Wizards of the North

Maya wanted to reason with Irene, but she didn't expect to explain herself - Bran had already regarded their line as a way out. Although the intentions of the companions were not good, they were not malicious. After all, there are still good arrangements, such as bringing people here back.

I believe that the experience of the first encounter will make everyone put away their contempt. Perhaps from the very beginning, there was no contempt at the top. It was only their group of chess pieces that were used for probing. Just like the vague and inexplicably severe order they received—take her back without even hurting her.

Now Maya knows, that girl is probably Bran's sister-another great wizard. How could such a person be hurt by them?

Compared to the Great Wizard, what are they? The dead few people inquire about the fiction and reality here, reveal a little bit of their own intentions, and understand the other's attitude by the way.

Now their task is complete, right? I just don't know what kind of conditions the people who come again will make.

Maya is a little frustrated thinking about this. It is a dragon, what does it have to do with these people? How could it be sent here as a consumable?

Then I felt it was wrong. I was alive and well, and I got a lot of benefits. This body is full of vitality, primitive and pure magic, this kind of ability to gather surrounding magic all the time.

Maya groaned feebly in her heart-Zu Long! Zu Long must have foreseen it, so he sent it here.

Looking down at the dark scales on his body, he suddenly became a unique black dragon. Maya can even guess that next time he will be accompanied by one or two young and healthy male dragons.

The colors of dragons vary widely, which are related to their own magical attributes. The attributes of magic are mostly affected by blood, so the color of dragons is mostly mottled. There are only a handful of people with the ability to awaken, and under the influence of the ability, the colors gradually become more vivid and pure.

Only in this dying continent will there be dead between life and death, right? Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he may be reborn.

The magic power in the body was primitive and pure, and the power slowly increased along with the flow of magic power. In a sense, its initial blood has dried up with death. It is now the most primitive, unique black dragon born from the torrent of ink colors.

It remembered listening to the story of Zulong when he was a child, and it seemed that only he could hear it. For this reason, I thought I was different, but after many years, it still didn't show any outstanding.

Leaving the holy mountain, I have my own residence. Whenever I think of stories from my childhood, as well as those if there are no figures, it always feels like a childhood dream. How could Zulong tell stories for it alone? And also talked for so many years.

Holy Mountain! The sacred mountain in its eyes has always been different from other dragons. It was a place that made it feel warm before, and a place that made it suddenly chill.

It turned out that they had already arranged everything, they just needed a female dragon with pure blood...

Seeing Maya staying silent for a long time, as if irritated, Irene shook her head and revealed a wry smile: "I never thought about avoiding war, but worried about my position in the clan. My advice is of little importance to them. If you don't talk about it, take her back to the tribe."

Then Irene looked at Maya curiously, "You just seemed to think about Bran, why?"

Maya, who was awakened by Irene’s words, spouted a rough air in her nostrils, "I have no grudges with him, and he has saved me after all. Our dragon still values ​​these things very much. Although there will be no gratitude, but also No longer cheeky to trouble him.

Also, dragons are accustomed to distinguishing each other by the similarity of magical powers. All my magical powers come from him, so some things are inevitably inclined. "

After writing these, Maya seemed tired, and fell directly on the ground as if she didn't want to talk. It needs to sort things out in mind.

It is not only it that wants to sort out the clues, but Jose on the northern island is also a little confused. Trapped in this isolated island, with a lot of leisure time, all kinds of thoughts and speculations emerged uncontrollably.

How could there be no record in the Barren Continent? If not, what happened to those dragon riders and northerners who spoke the same language as them? Why do those sacrifices think that the people of the North are one of them?

Who is the most powerful person? Faced with this seemingly naive question, Jose can no longer laugh. Ruben, and many of his companions died, Maya did not know the life or death, and the water in the Pool of Foresight was also lost.

Who is the most powerful person? Jose shudder whenever he thinks of this question recently. If she really represents the most powerful person, what use can they have?

...

Who is the most powerful person? The answer to this question made Lily very satisfied. In Double Wing City, Lily was sitting on the tree bed boredly throwing drops of water up and down in her hands, her image is clearly visible in the drops of water.

This drop of water is very interesting. If it is placed in a clean container, it is really no different from a drop of water. But if it is thrown on the ground or mixed with water, it becomes a completely independent individual, repelling everything else that may affect its existence, such as dust.

This is really interesting, and what interests Lily more is the information from Bran. On another continent not far away, there is a pool of water like this.

Her city seems to lack such a pond for decoration. Bran grabbed a key (a big ball of water), bringing a touch of fresh water to the North City. And she can't be too behind, and she should grab something for decoration.

When sending it, Brand deliberately wrapped the drop of water with a mass of his flesh and blood. This is too careful! If you want to discover something, you must be bold and take appropriate risks. And Lily didn't believe that something could hurt her thousands of miles away.

The flesh and blood tastes good. It is the most primitive and pure magic power, and a trace of spiritual fluctuation is contained in it. Bran needs light to maintain his balance, so he can also use darkness to stimulate light. The only embarrassing thing is that the younger brother finally lost his flesh and blood completely.

With Bran's shield removed, the drop of water began to slowly change. Lily could feel that it was absorbing the magic power around it, and it was growing. As she grows stronger, her image in it emits bursts of light from time to time.

As for the pool of foresight that was thousands of miles away, there was also a light on the water.