Wizards of the North

Frost leaves can sleep peacefully, but Bran has no such good luck.

In his mind, Bran had believed certain remarks, otherwise he could not explain the series of performances of his sister reaching the ice field. Now, I only hope that all of this dissipates as soon as the lingering sound of the empty valley, but he may be able to use one or two before it dissipates.

For Bran, this is a game that will not fail. His goal is still that continent, not how many great wizards to achieve. It's just that since the wizards of Northland City joined the ranks of the competition, he didn't want these people to return empty-handed.

Everything is constantly changing.

With the growth of strength and the change of form, many ideas have changed. Bran had hoped to directly open the magic net slowly and swallow the world for life, but now he doesn't want to do that.

Frosty Leaf saw exactly that he was an ancient tree covered by a magic net, and the magic net covering the barren continent was his canopy. But Frost Ye neglected that he was just a young bud, and the so-called canopy was actually just a leaf.

Today, Bran is still a little worried about the backlash of the mainland, but the worry is quickly dissipating. If the second and third leaves can be opened smoothly, how much threat can the will of the mainland pose to him?

What's more, threats arise from inner resistance and suspicion, and things may not be what you imagined.

Whether the Death Continent can recover is no longer important, Bran just needs some time to accumulate his strength, and then new leaves are born there through the void.

No one would have imagined that the objects of worship in the sacrificial offerings that are slowly unfolding have quietly changed. The Death Continent will still be moisturized, but it is only a platform for carrying sacrifices.

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A fleet of ships slowly entered the Northland Port, causing a commotion as usual. A lot of coolies have gathered at the dock, ready to exchange sweat for meagre rewards. The onlookers still crane their necks, eager to see the moving treasure.

It's just that today's fleet is a bit abnormal, and there has been no movement since entering the port.

At this time, everyone in the captain's cabin of the main ship stood quietly, not daring to move.

When the harbor came into view, everyone gradually relaxed and prepared to celebrate another safe arrival in Hong Kong, when a teenager suddenly appeared on the deck. He seemed to be attracted by the sight of the sea and looked into the distance for a long time before Shi Ran walked into the captain's room.

The noise disappeared instantly with the arrival of the boy, and the whole ship fell into a strange silence. Even if they have never seen this boy, people will think of his identity the moment they see him-the great wizard Bran.

Fortunately, the boats are all experienced sailors, and they have already had a tacit understanding. Even if there is no voice command, they can cooperate seamlessly.

"well!"

Bran praised him only when he watched the ship depend on it properly. This made everyone in a cold sweat, and they couldn't imagine what would happen if there was a difference.

"My wizard will leave on your boat. I hope you can take care of them on the sea."

Looking at the people who nodded repeatedly, Bran continued: "How much do you know about the rumors of wizards?"

Paul, the captain of the ship, stepped forward, "All. We are transporting all kinds of people back and forth between the two places. We have heard all kinds of rumors.

On this small ship, we sailors will always hear some sounds. It’s just that there are too many rumors, and it’s hard to tell the truth from the false when it comes to us.

During the journey, we will also use these as conversations to pass loneliness and exchange with others. "

"In other words, you have also created many rumors."

Paul hesitated slightly, and finally affirmed: "Yes."

"Ordinary people also have a lot of opportunities in this wizard's feast. Which **** is this whimsical and rumors? Can you introduce it for me?"

Paul's face turned pale, and finally gritted his teeth: "It's me..."

"What a genius, for the sake of it's not a rumor, I will spare you this time."

Under the hood, two spots of pitch black lit up in the shadows, and after looking at Paul carefully, they went out again.

"How did you think of making this rumor?"

Paul thought for a while, "For the past six months, I often have a dream. But I know that it is impossible to awaken as a wizard at this age. And these dreams are always changing. Although they are somewhat related to each other, they are different from the signs of wizard awakening.

In the dream, I could clearly feel the power surging in my body. Every time I wake up, I feel extremely melancholy when I lose my strength.

I am not reconciled. As a mortal, why don't I have the opportunity to gain strength? "

Bran sighed softly, "Everyone has a chance, but your road is more difficult. Since you can create rumors close to the truth, do you have the guts to try?

In this feast, the wizard prepares to sacrifice his life. Before the sacrifice is over, life and death are unpredictable. Even if you survive by fluke, whether you can gain anything is entirely by luck.

After hearing this, do you still want to try? Who is willing to try? "

"But I am only a mortal, and we sailors are also a group of mortals."

"Wizards are actually insignificant mortals, but the obsessions we have allow us to forget life and death. In this feast, perhaps you have a greater chance, because the wizards will only target each other.

They will not keep their eyes on you, but this gives you a rare opportunity.

You know, there are many secrets buried in Death Continent. Perhaps one of the secrets can give you incredible power. "