Wizards of the North

When people focused their attention on Northland City and wanted to learn about new trends as soon as possible, Bran had already begun to act.

While the brothers and sisters were chatting, the demons' dead souls in the resting place had disappeared. As they disappeared, the gloomy aura shrouded there also remained. Even the dilapidated camp is gone. At the same time, the first inhabitants of the distant Nether star welcomed.

...

On the central square of Sandstone City, Shajia sits quietly at the feet of the statue, beside her father who will never leave her. No one in the white robe expected that Bran would leave for so long.

ten years! They waited for ten years and also prepared for ten years.

City Lord Dany gave up Northland City, and left with Bran's most loyal partner and servants. Mary who stayed behind, except for the clansmen who came to study every day to teach, she has very little to do with things in the city.

This situation caused many people to panic-including her of course.

Her father, the knights beside her father, and those relatives and friends had long been a bond she could not get rid of. She needs Northland City and the authority granted by the Great Wizard to be able to continue to be with them.

The night was surging, and a three-headed ghost dog came out first, and behind him was Charlotte, who was surrounded by multiple two-headed ghost dogs.

"They are hungry again..."

"To restrain them, just don't prey in the city."

"You have been telling you for ten years. Are you annoying? They already know everyone in the city. The nature of the hounds prevents them from actively attacking."

"Yeah, ten years. You are no longer the little girl who is afraid of the dead, and you no longer need me to embolden you."

Faced with Sajia's teasing, Charlotte, who was used to it, didn't respond much, just walked to her side and sat down quietly.

"Just now Zoya told me that the Great Wizard was back, and that whisper was indeed made by him."

"Yes, I'm back." Sajia looked around, "I hope I don't separate them."

Suddenly, a familiar voice was inserted—as you wish. As the night gathers, Bran's figure turns from light to thick and appears in front of him.

Ten years later, the Great Wizard has not changed at all, and still looks like a teenager.

Seeing this, Shajia and Charlotte hurriedly got up and thanked them.

Looking at the two people in a hurry, Bran continued: "Just, do you really want to do this? You know, the dead have a place after all."

Sajia did not hesitate, "please, make it happen."

Saga couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief seeing Bran habitually sitting cross-legged. For ten years, he was still the tolerant wizard.

"You are very good, you have found your own strength."

Even in the past ten years, Charlotte is still a little confused, "Unfortunately not all, and is that really me?"

"Perhaps, but what does it matter? What do you mean, not all?"

"Some things made me very resistant, so I didn't absorb it at all. Now that I think of it, I feel a little regretful. What if I absorb it?"

Seeing the same probing look of Sajia, Bran shook his head: "There is nothing to regret, it will only be asking for trouble.

I have also thought about it before-why some people have heard the call, but did not inherit the inheritance, or even turn a blind eye. That call just led them to somewhere, like a farewell ceremony to let go of the last knot.

Seeing you today confirms some of my guesses at that time.

Charlotte, would you be willing to let you go back and receive the remaining power of the royal family? "

Seeing Charlotte who kept shaking his head, Bran let out a burst of laughter, "That's it, that little thing is of no importance to you, how much influence can it have on you? Moreover, the worldly power is incompatible with what you are seeking.

Wizards are similar.

The stronger the strength, the more dismissive of that strength. Likewise, the path of each wizard is different, and many of the powers scattered throughout the years are incompatible with you today. "

When Bran said this, there was a sense of pride in his voice: "I know that you, as white robes, can withstand the test and will not completely lose your mind.

See how Shajia reacts today, she is still attached to her father and the city. "

Shajia nodded, "It's more like an ancient story that made me immersed on the scene. After the story is over, I slowly wake up. By the way, you let my father follow?"

"No. I just let go of the imprisonment and let it move freely."

Looking at Sajia’s happy smile, Bran sighed and added: “Maybe some of your ideas are right.”

This sentence made Sajia a little lost. Until the night breeze, a rustling sound awakened her. The great wizard is complimenting Charlotte: "Is it a ghost dog? It's a fantastic idea, and it's a rare good luck."

Charlotte was a little curious, "This is also your arrangement?"

"Not me, but fate. But when it comes to arrangements, do you have any ideas?"

"Everything is up to you."

"Look—the flowers bloom and fall, there should be an endless cycle between life and death. But because of me, there is a crack in this cycle. I can't let this crack expand. I have to become part of the cycle of life and death and reinterpret death. the process of.

Now, whether it is the resting place or the dead on the whimpering beach, at this moment, they have gone to another world-the nether. After staying there for a while, most of them will come back here in another form.

I need someone to take on certain roles in this process. "

Charlotte's eyes shone slightly, "Like those sacrifices?"

"In nature, it is more like an official under the king."

Sajia was a little worried, "What will happen to the dead?"

"Go back to the beginning of life and start a new journey."

"You mean to dissipate completely?"

Bran was silent for a moment, "No, it's just like rain seeping into the earth."

"Sandstone City, and..."

When Shajia looked around subconsciously with her words, she was shocked to realize that the rustle was close at hand, and the sandstone city had disappeared. This made her heart sink sharply, and the inquiry stopped abruptly.

In a trance, the sound from her ear made her come back to life again.

"Don't worry, just send everything here into the netherworld. And in my opinion, there is a paradise for the dead, I believe you will see them soon."

As the voice fell, Bran erased the last trace of Sandstone City.

Sajia knelt on one knee and dropped her head deeply: "I beg you—"

"No need to request, I also need the dead to work for me. Now is not the time to consider these, first go to this world to complete the final goodbye, and then I will send you to the netherworld."

...

At this time, Adam and Aiqi were thinking about the future with one word and one word, and they didn't notice Bran's little movements. Lily seemed to be smiling and listening, but in fact, like Bran, she kept making small movements. Xi Rui still focused on Huahua and turned a blind eye to what was happening.