Wizards of the North

Bran’s words surprised Lily, who seemed to be ridiculing War Witch, but they were showing that he did not want to change. Even if I choose to compromise this time, I will bear the responsibility that I once discarded.

As if sensing Lily's surprise, Bran began to explain quietly.

"I can't go back anymore—" With a sigh, "Although I understand what you mean, I can't look back. Since I leave step by step, I can't go back step by step.

After I came out, I knew the smallness of this world. It is precisely this way that I cannot shrink back to the narrower Northland. Even if it makes me feel warm, it cannot be a reason for me to go back.

It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't.

Just because the whisper of magical power always echoes in my ears. While accepting their blessings, I also need to accept their curses. "

Bran showed an inexplicable smile, and a group of gorgeous and intricate magic power poured out of his body, instantly crawling over his body.

"Just because, this is my nature as a wizard. From the moment I became a wizard, I can't go back..."

Bran exhaled, "There is nothing wrong with this, watching you become the king of the Northland. They--, like you from the bottom of their hearts.

Needless to deny, you and I should all see from this conflict, the inevitable result. Congratulations, my sister. Whether you want to take this responsibility or not, it has come to you.

My family won the fight cleanly, and lost cleanly. It was more miserable than I thought, and became the biggest loser as a winner.

I'm afraid no one thought of this, right?

You know, although I am a looser, I am not a subordinate character. Even if that person is-my sister.

We really can't go back. From the moment you found out that I still had a secret, from the moment Dani slaughtered the Quartet in front of Double Wing City, from the moment you stood beside me but refused to ask the secret.

We will never go back...

do you know? The family no longer accepts new members and is preparing to leave. If you can be more patient and those war witches can be more polite, I was going to tell you this as a surprise.

Now, I just want to complete a parting as a Northlander. "

During the conversation, the feather people at the foot of the mountain have also gathered together, slowly ascending towards the mountain.

Bran lightly tapped down the mountain, "Call out the wizards of Double Wing City, and let the world see our power."

"What do you want to do?"

"Take my responsibilities in front of them."

...

When the day walkers came to the top of the mountain with mixed feelings, they couldn't help feeling panic. Unlike what I saw at the foot of the mountain, a group of dark wizards were sitting cross-legged here.

Faced with this unexpected situation, even if they didn't scream, their expressions changed instantly. At this time, a slightly loose voice sounded in their ears, which made them feel a little relieved.

"The heartbeat is a little loud."

A wizard couldn't help but let out a chuckle, which dilutes the depressed atmosphere.

Skywalkers followed the voice and cast their gazes upwards, where a pair of young men and women sat side by side.

Bran's condescending gaze slowly swept across Skywalker, and then he continued: "Presumably, you also recognize the current situation, and now we are the well-deserved masters here.

I came into contact with the will of this continent, and it was disappointed by your incompetence and laziness. In the endless years, it just wanted a more comfortable bed, but you refused to meet this trivial request. "

Having said this, Bran waved to a feather man behind the crowd, motioning him to come forward.

"Yes, it's you! Don't be afraid, don't need to hide. Although you are extremely dissatisfied with what you did in the past, you were once his favorite child after all. He can't bear to shoot you directly, and he didn't entrust me. Shoot you to death."

Bran leaned slightly, "It told me that you survived because of its protection a long, long time ago. If I understand correctly, it was the battle that affected all continents.

Don't worry, I'm not saying this is to trouble you. I just want to prove that I have established contact with it; I just want to prove that with its permission, we are the real masters here.

I really don't want to trouble you. On the contrary, I am grateful to the people who participated in that battle. In all fairness, we Northland wizards are the real beneficiaries of that storm. So, you, and you, don’t have to worry about the future, I will arrange everything.

However, I do not want to force anyone, because this arrangement may be very difficult to accept. Before I state the conditions, I allow you to choose to leave.

Don't worry, I will give you time. Let you run, as far as possible. "

Speaking of this, Bran paused for a while before seeing no one left before continuing: "I represent the gods and accept you as our servants.

Although there is no room for change in this matter, I still want to give you a chance to choose. Now begin to listen to the voice of magic, and choose your master who will be loyal forever.

Don't be greedy, I don't accept allegiance, so your magic cannot be directed towards me. I want to see the real, magical choice. "

Bran exhaled and gently stretched out a palm: "After choosing, please temporarily put your fruit in my hand. I need to verify whether you really listen to the sound of magic."

As he said, Bran turned his head to the wizard of the north: "You can't be greedy, you can only accept one person."