Wizards of the North

Magic power slowly flowed by "Sred", forming a depressing ink color with lingering darkness and loneliness. I have been trapped here for too long. It stands to reason that someone should have come to rescue him, but why hasn't there been any sound today?

Struggling till now, Strider hasn't figured out what kind of ability this is. The opponent's magic power is obviously still very shallow, but with indescribable stickiness, he can't break free.

Trapped in this small spherical space, covered by several layers of magic. He tried to break through it, but broke layer after layer, as if caught in an endless loop.

Strider knew that this was an illusion. He was like a bug being placed on two fingers, crawling from one finger to the other in vain, and the other party only had to inadvertently alternate the positions of the fingers.

He tried to fight a little outbreak with all his strength, breaking through obstacles before the opponent reacted. The cage broke open, but he did not get the freedom he wanted, and the ink torrent poured down his head and face again, wrapping him in it again.

His magic power began to vibrate, no longer a single point, but a full outward impact. How much can a newborn kid have? How much magic power will it accumulate?

Magic is the root, at least Strider once thought so. But the other party gave him a vivid lesson, letting him realize that magic is not all. The magical power of the opponent swirled and flowed, splitting and crushing the power he released, and then did not know where to take it. His immense magic power has never been able to form real pressure, this feeling is too awkward.

As time goes by, differentiation and twisting become smoother and smoother, which seems to be turning into the instinct of the body. But how is this possible? The confrontation between magical powers requires mental coordination and conscious control.

How did he do that?

Now, Strider felt that he was the food that fell into the abdomen, being digested by this small stomach sac.

After a routine test, Strider yelled into the darkness, "Are you there? Just say a few words."

"Go ahead, I'm listening." Bran replied lazily.

Since the confrontation, some interesting changes have taken place in the attitudes of both sides.

Surrounded by the darkness, Strider began to have nothing to say, starting from introducing himself, then intimidating, temptation, and promising, hoping that Bran would recognize the situation, exchange him for greater benefits, and gain his friendship by the way.

Bran’s reply made Strider feel desperate. He said: “You are the greatest benefit. Your magical body and fruit are what I dream of. Compared with friendship, I want to be respected. Punishing you is the best way to gain respect."

After that conversation, Strider didn't want to talk to Bran again, so as not to humiliate himself. But in this claustrophobic space, he always wanted to find something to break the loneliness.

Everything here is quiet, and the flow, collision and squeeze of magic will not bring any noise. Even if you shout with all your strength, you can't form an echo in this enclosed space. The sound is not far away, and it will disappear in the dark. It was obviously a claustrophobic narrow space, but under the cover of the ink color gave birth to the feeling of a lonely abyss.

If you don't say anything, the darkness will gradually overwhelm him, and fear will grow in the silence.

Where was it last time? Thrid flapped the wings behind him. correct! I am Yuren, from the southernmost Floating Cloud Continent. My hometown is different from here. With people's efforts, there are mountains floating in the sky and white clouds. There are streams falling from the sky, and the scattered mist forms rainbows in the sun. Even at night, the bright moon will accompany the halo.

The people there love peace...

Bran’s lazy voice came, "Not including you, is it?"

"Yes, not including us." Thrid sighed, "You are still too young to understand our situation. In this position, many things will become different."

Bran hehe laughed a few times, "Actually, I also thought that many things should be different. But after a little contact, they found that there is no difference. You are also afraid of death, and you are also looking for your own behavior. Excuse. Even too long years have made you lose many precious qualities, such as fearlessness.

You are like this, Sina is like this, so I suspect you people are like this. Maybe one day I will do this too, but at least we are different now.

In fact, the real difference is that you are old and I am still young.

And being young is precisely what is precious to me. In the past few years, I have been with danger, seeking the pleasure of life and death. I don't have too many worries, and I don't have to be responsible for the lives and deaths of others. This allows me to face many things calmly. I am not afraid of failure or death, and in many cases I even use life as a bet.

But you will not, just like if you are holding the determination to die and break the net, you will definitely be able to break through my shackles. Although this can't change your destiny, it can at least show me your courage. But you dare not, you choose to sit here and slowly savor the past, just like an old man in the night. "

Strider responded indifferently, "Fate? Who can decide my destiny, you? Then can you tell me what my destiny is?"

"Death. Do you know where this is?"

"where?"

"We call this the sea of ​​magic power, which is where you enter through the key on your body."

"It's impossible!" Thred could not help exclaiming.

"There is nothing impossible, you will know it by touching the remaining flesh and blood. Under the erosion and rejection of the sea of ​​magic, it is accelerating aging and corruption. Even if you let you go here, it will be difficult for you to find a way home. Outside Beidi City, is the last trace you left in the world.

Now that even flesh and blood are involved in the sea of ​​magic, how do you plan to leave? "

"It's impossible, you lie to me!"

"Think about it, why is no one coming to rescue you today? That's because you disappeared cleanly without leaving any residue. Everyone thinks that you-have-passed-died -."

"You lied to me! If this is the case, why don't you just throw me into the sea of ​​magic? That way, wouldn't you be able to kill me more easily?"

"As you said, I am too young, and I still don't know anything about this place. I still need time to understand and explore here. I am worried that if you throw you out, you will stick to a certain tributary and hang on.

I am worried that the invasion of foreign objects will cause turbulence in the sea of ​​magic. Although I have tried, the tiny foreign objects thrown out were instantly torn to pieces, and then disappeared into the void. But you are different after all, you are under the protection of the fruit. "

Along with the scratching, Bran continued: "It is because of it that many of my methods are useless. If you are in the outside world, you are already covered in cuts and bruises.

In fact, at this point, you should know that I am not lying. Because, the fruit will only show this form in the sea of ​​magic. "

Bran increased his tone, "The most important thing is, I want to know how it feels to completely digest a great wizard."

Hearing this, Thrid thought of a certain possibility, he resisted the trembling on his body and raised his voice and asked, "Where am I?"

With laughter, "Did you guess it? You're in—my stomach."

When the voice fell, Strider began to struggle again...