Wizards of the North

Bran continued to encounter the gardens of the fairies in the following journey, only the size was different. Some young and curious goblins will accompany Bran on a walk and chat.

This is very good. Where there is good food and drink, the fairy will point out the specific location as the landlord, reducing the time Bran has to find. He will also help clean up the beasts that are obvious threats to the garden. Bran just mixes meat and vegetables like this, fast moving forward with delicious and delicious food.

"You never seem to ask, how do we protect our home?" said an adult goblin following Bran.

"Insects. Insects in gardens are very characteristic. I have seen huge beehives in some gardens. In addition, I recently noticed that there are no mosquitoes around my head, so you probably have the ability to drive insects."

"It is not driven. It is through magical fluctuations to attract some helpful and drive away those useless. This is also our way to protect the garden from pests."

"Are the birds your natural enemy?" Bran asked, "I found that few birds build nests in the garden."

"No." The goblin laughed: "We are between the spirit and the material, and the birds can't catch us at all."

Bran was a little strange, "I caught you."

Then Bran gestured again, when the black cat was holding a little fairy in his mouth.

"It's a catch, but there are some differences." The fairy explained: "The symbiotic relationship of our ancestors once allowed our magic to be entangled. With your movements, your magic restrains us."

"In other words, some physical damage in reality will not directly affect you, for example, my knife slashed your body."

"Well. The biggest threat to us is the change in our living environment. If this forest disappears, we will gradually die with it." The goblin paused, and then looked up and down Bran, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I How do you feel, you always seem to be thinking about how to deal with us?"

"No, you are worried, just curious." Bran shrugged.

"Well, it feels like you haven't lied."

"There is no need to lie, you are naturally close to the spiritual level, and you will naturally be aware of malice." Bran explained, and then asked: "If there is a covenant, why should you avoid us."

"It is not entirely avoidance. One is that we are used to acting in this state; the other is that we are more sensitive to negative emotions. When we feel these, we will habitually enter this state. This is self-protection. instinct."

Bran felt wrong and asked uncertainly: "Wait, you are in an invisible state now? But I can see you clearly."

"I said a long time ago that our two races once lived together. It's just that some of your abilities have degraded and you have turned a blind eye to us. But it's good, you Northland children don't have a good impression of us."

"Hey! It's not you, it's them. Now we are considered a group." Bran smiled while holding the relationship. At the same time he understood that after being tossed by those old goblins, he returned to his ancestors. Bran felt that he had degenerated into a primitive man, and he began to examine his body carefully to see if he had grown long hairs and a tail...

...

Two days later, a big tree appeared in Bran's eyes. A real giant tree, not knowing how high it is, a giant tree like a hill, a real huge garden.

Here, Bran saw Whisper and a few other old fairies again. Seeing Bran staring at the big tree in a daze, the goblin whispered and flew in front of Bran's eyes and said: "Look at it a few more times, you won't see it in a few years."

"Yeah." Bran nodded in response, he understood the meaning. He could feel that this ancient tree had already begun to die, but it was too big and too vigorous, so death would take several years.

"How much is this tree?"

"Counting here, there are three left." Whispered and sighed.

"What happened in the wasteland back then?" Bran still didn't hold back and asked.

Whispered for a while and said: "Our two races are born with a keen intuition for danger. In the year of the incident, everyone felt panic, but they couldn't find the reason.

Some people offered to leave the wasteland, but most people did not want to leave. Although everyone felt the danger, they still wanted to wait. At that time we were strong and united, and there was no existence nearby that could threaten us.

In the end, some young people and fairies in the north decided to leave the wasteland. No one stopped him at the time, but provided a lot of help. Back then, I thought about separation, no matter where there is a problem, there is still room for mutual remedy. However, this was not the case. A huge meteor fell from the sky, and the wasteland was completely finished. There is no loss here because of the blocking of mountains.

This tree was also planted that year, and when these trees slowly matured, our two races also began to diverge. At that time, the environment here has been transformed to suit our fairy survival. Our fairies are accustomed to the ease in front of us, and you are ready to go out of the mountains. Although the covenant was still there, we gave up each other.

The loss of the help of the people from the North had no effect at first. At that time, this mountain forest had just been transformed and was in a period of strong growth. We goblins have been complacent for quite a long time, but as time goes by, as you see now.

Many years later, the children of the Northlanders who went out heard the call of the wasteland, and began to pass through here one after another, and returned to the wasteland to complete the so-called trial. Some habits were also formed at that time, and you will help us clean up some potential threats along the way.

After that, it gradually became what it is today. You just follow the tradition and habitually clean up the beasts on the road. "

Bran then asked another question he was interested in: "A few days ago, you said that the last Northlander could be entrusted, why haven't I heard the legend about him."

"I went in, but didn't come out." Whispering angrily pointed to the wasteland.

...

This is more embarrassing, Bran quickly changed the subject: "Goblins really feed on magic?"

"Not all, it's more about establishing and maintaining a comfortable living environment, an environment that can more conveniently replenish its own magic power."

Bran added: "It is to make the magic in the environment active."

"Magic power already has activity, we just improved and strengthened some characteristics." Whispered explanation.

"Thank you, it must have taken a lot of effort to activate my magic."

"I just didn't expect your magic power to be so strong. It really shocked our group of old guys. How did you evolve to this point?"

"Luck. I didn't expect many things. I just tried it. Like you said, the magic itself is active, so as long as the direction is right, the magic will be adjusted accordingly. Now I don't want to understand, magic It seems that I really have life and will, but the performance is too chaotic, so I need a direction."

"Yes, direction. Not only magic, but also a direction is needed to develop." whispered with emotion.

"Help us solve one thing."

Bran patted his chest and said, "As long as it can be done."