Wizards of the North

Stan was taken aback by the sudden sound, and then stopped and looked at the location of the sound in confusion. But there was nothing there, which made him think of a possibility, his complexion changed drastically.

He looked at Anvina, somewhat unsure, "Circular?"

But An Wei Na did not pay attention to his doubts at all, but was on guard.

Bran's voice still came without hurries, "Don't blame this old woman, she is actually for your own good. What did you just say, see you for the last time?

Are you dying? Or is it that you have lived enough to find death with me? "

Before Stan could speak, McGrady couldn't help but yelled: "Presumptuous!"

Hearing this scolding, An Wei Na instantly stepped back and assumed the attitude of these two people at your disposal. She knows-there is a good show.

Bran did not disappoint her as expected, an ink-colored vine rose silently from McGrady's ankle, coiled up before he could react, and wrapped him tightly in circles.

Stan on his side was startled, and with the brilliance of his palm flashing, he raised his arm to grab the vine. As soon as Guanghua touched the vine, there was a crackling noise, and the vine melted.

But without waiting for Stan to breathe a sigh of relief, the change suddenly emerged. The vines that responded to the sound did not fall off, but attached to McGrady like mucus. And it expanded rapidly, completely enclosing him in the blink of an eye.

This made Stan shocked, and along with the brilliance flashes, the entire palm of his hand was flush with his wrist, and the ink-colored mucus was not injected. But what he didn't expect was that the mucus on his wrist suddenly circulated, turning into a white and tender little hand that tightly grasped his wrist.

Following this little hand, the mucus slowly changed and faded, and soon a teenager stood there instead of McGrady. He pulled Stan’s wrist with a smile, still chattering, "The last one, eh?"

At this time, Stan was already indifferent, several majestic forces were completely imprisoning him through that little hand, and he couldn't even ask for mercy.

So he rolled his eyes with difficulty, cast his gaze to An Wei Na, and showed a pleading look.

Faced with Stan's silent pleading, Anvina was very surprised. This is indeed a good show, but it is too short-lived. She couldn't even see how Bran suppressed both Stan and McGrady at the same time.

Even if McGrady is not a person of their level, it is a bit too relaxed and casual.

She moved a little sideways, Ruoyouruowu blocked the direction of Beidi City. And Bran turned a blind eye to her behavior, looking at Stan intently like a doll, as if looking at a beloved toy.

"At this time, you shouldn't make too many enemies."

But Bran turned a deaf ear to what he said, as ink-colored vines were pouring out of his palm and quickly crawling all over Stan's arms. Then clapped his hands and took a step back and looked carefully for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction.

"What do you think of this collection?" Bran answered the question, turning his eyes to An Wei Na.

"No, you will cause big trouble like this."

"You're very curious, how did I subdue them?" Bran continued without waiting for Anwina to answer, "If I promise to let them go, can you repay them? Inquire about one or two."

An Wei Na sighed, "I just want to remind you not to be impulsive, to see that they are not malicious."

"Are you malicious?" Brampy asked without a smile, "Or another way of asking, how much kindness do you have?"

"As a person with an unclear position, he shouldn't enter here at this time. I believe he knows it. I am afraid it is precisely because he knows that he dares to break into my territory unscrupulously.

As he said, ‘see you for the last time’. My words have already regarded me as a dead person, and I imagined to squeeze a profit from me, a dying person. I am curious, what does he want to trade with a dead person? Perhaps deception is more appropriate.

Think I'm afraid, think I dare not make enemies casually at this time? Can only accept his blackmail?

Everyone seems to have forgotten a fact-you are not good intentions. So pretending to be a disgusting thing like a person is still avoided.

After all, we have to fight with all our strength. If I can survive, I believe I will see true goodwill—goodwill based on each other's strength. "

"Why, want to decide with me in advance?" Bran was defiant, imitating An Wei Na's tone, "At this time, you shouldn't get involved in my right and wrong. You will cause big troubles like this. "

After talking about An Wei Na's reaction, the whole person turned into a cloud of mist and pounced on Stan, then shrank into the void and disappeared without a trace.

An Wei Na, who was still intending to stop before, did not make any moves and allowed Bran to leave.

...

McGrady thought he was dead. When the disgusting, dark slime enveloped him, the whole person was plunged into the darkness of death, and all the senses were lost.

When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to realize that he was lying on a stone platform. The surroundings were crowded with people watching the excitement. They were generally not old, and their eyes were full of curiosity.

He struggled to sit up, only to find that his hands and feet had been locked in shackles. What made him even more alarmed was that he was stripped naked.

"This is where?"

McGrady didn't expect anyone to answer, he only eased his nervousness through questioning. Unexpectedly, someone answered him, "Double Wing City."

The voice was pure and clear, successfully calming part of his anxiety.

"What do you want to do?"

"Observe, compare, and record."

Another teenager answered him, the voice was equally pure and crisp, which made people feel very reassured. As a result, McGrady got rid of the panic. He secretly tried to gather the magic power, but the whole body was empty, and the magic power around him did not obey his call at all.

A ridicule sounded not far away, which surprised McGrady, was he discovered? So he tried to divert each other's attention, "In fact, we can talk first, what do you want to know?"

A young man stepped forward and looked down at him and said: "Many, such as our physical differences, whether you have the same abilities as us."

The teenager scratched his head, feeling that this explanation was too vague. So he drew a sharp blade from his body and chopped off one of his hands cleanly.

Under McGrady's horrified gaze, that hand did not fall to the ground, but floated quietly. And his master was waving his broken wrist nonchalantly. He also explained: "Just like this..."

Compared to McGrady, Stan's situation is equally worrying.

He was being thrown at Lily's feet at this time, Bran squatted aside with a wooden stick in his hand, tapping his head lightly every time.

Lily didn't care about the wretched old man in front of her, she was more concerned about Bran's experience in the first actual battle.

In fact, Stan was not wronged at all in losing. The power of several great wizards was applied to him at the same time, and it was also worrying to change to other people.

Bran also spoke highly of him-the old boy was very strong. Several forces were applied to him at the same time, and Bran thought it would reproduce the scene where the little wizard of Shuang Wing City was torn apart.

As a result, Bran was disappointed.