Wizards of the North

This is a relaxed conversation. Following the conversation, Uncle Vincent sat down by the tree at Bran's sign. After eliminating the alienation and guard at first sight, the conversation became casual.

Vincent drew out his side weapon and said: "Your mother sent someone to send it over, saying you made it."

"Yes, it was not very mature then." Bran stretched out his hand and took the weapon. At the moment of receiving it, the weapon rang, and then under Vincent's gaze, it emitted a dazzling light.

After the light disappeared, Bran handed the weapon back, "Try again."

Vincent shook his weapon lightly and exclaimed: "Awesome!"

Then Bran habitually started to flicker, if you want to really work together, you'd better practice martial arts, I can tailor it according to your habits.

Vincent, who was itching for a while, responded. Just as he was about to demonstrate, Bran prevented him from taking any further action, and then yelled: "Dani, ready to make weapons."

In Vincent's inexplicable expression, Dany and Bran smiled at each other.

With the improvement of strength, some of the differences in style are more for reference, and it is no longer necessary to observe and learn as before, so this demonstration did not take much time. Bran clapped his hands vigorously and exclaimed. Vincent's martial arts style is very different from that of the castle. He always wanders quickly, instead of rushing on the castle side and relying on strength. This phenomenon aroused Bran's curiosity.

"Uncle, what is the Demon Race like? Is it powerful?"

Bran's uncle made Vincent feel a lot more cordial. After thinking about it, he said: "The difference in individual strength is very large, and the weak is not worth mentioning, but we need three or five people to deal with the strong individuals."

"It must have been very hard back then?"

"It's very hard work. Our average strength is good. Both men and women are powerful fighters. Even so, it was a great price to stop the demons in the mountain pass of the western region. If it weren't for the demons, There have been too many casualties in the battles, and we will not stop at the Perpetual River."

Bran eagerly said: "I hope to have the opportunity to face the elite of those demons. What do they look like?"

"Most of them are similar to us, but with different skin colors. Some of them are tall, humanoids with dark red skin colors, leading those guys with low combat effectiveness. But the really powerful ones are usually out of human form, such as double-sided four. The presence of hands, human heads and animal bodies is the truly difficult elite."

This answer made Bran feel very strange: "How do you feel that those elites are a combination of different races."

"We guessed this way, but we have been unable to penetrate the territory of the demons. Moreover, they should have a set of training methods. Because even the elites of the same race have very different physical fitness between individuals, we really need us three. Five people dealt with only a handful.

The biggest casualty of our year was when they concentrated these elites and launched a storm. But we were released from the mountain pass and blocked the retreat. After fighting all these demons, they never launched a similar attack. "

Speaking of training methods, Bran thought of the way of magic power in the wasteland, so he drew a route on the ground and asked: "You should know this way of magic power, right?"

"I know, the wizards of the north can feel it when they enter the wasteland, but this method cannot be popularized. Only wizards can perceive magic, and wizards who can consciously promote the operation of magic in the body are even rarer. So, no one now This method will be mentioned."

Bran was not very sure: "This should be the training method used by our ancestors. And this kind of breath can still be preserved after the destruction of the wasteland. It is conceivable that the scale of the use of this power back then was so popular and popular. huge."

Brendan paused, patted his head, and yelled: "Whisper! Is your old man there?"

Following Bran's yelling, the whisper flew out of the tree and fell on Bran's shoulder: "It's rare, I know it's called the old man."

"You are driving the magic power! I knew it must be so."

Whispering did not deny, explaining: "You are very strange, your alertness is too strong. And your ability is evolving towards more subtle self-perception and control. At that time, although your magic power is activated, you cannot interfere further. The operation of magic in your body. Until you perceive and learn this method from the wasteland.

Just like here, whispering refers to ancient trees. You learn more through observation and then make some specious things, and we are more of an instinct. Just like your sister, the body naturally accepts this change. If you change to a wizard from the North, such as your sister, she accepts the beneficial part and becomes the instinct of the body. They just rely on intuition and change without resisting the best.

Now I am surprised, are you really from the North? "

Whispering did not get entangled in this issue, and then said: "We are indeed weaker than before. It will take several generations of efforts to restore the original grand occasion."

Bran barked his teeth and said, "Hurry up, uncle. Pat the old fairies more flattering, let them think of a way."

Whispering jumped up and knocked Bran's head hard: "This kind of thing can only be done slowly, not too fast."

After speaking, the whisper flew into the tree.

"She seems to dislike me a little."

Bran couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Why do you like you? It's not bad to show that you hate you."

As whispered, things can only happen slowly, not too fast. It will take time for both parties to build trust. Although they all want to express their kindness, how can the long-term estrangement be repaired in a short time. The hidden thoughts in people's hearts are not entirely determined by personal will.

Looking at the entangled uncle, Bran explained: "This is Bran Mountain Villa, but now this is also the home of the fairies. You entered not only my home, but also the fairies' home. As a guest, you should tell the host Some basic courtesy. Don’t just think, this is my nephew’s house. The fairies are ready to live with us, but we are not ready. Think about it, you are really ready to share this piece with fairies Land, is this home?

Go back, uncle. "

Vincent stood up and said to Bran first, "Thank you."

Then he bowed to the tree and said, "Sorry."

...

After the uncle left, the whisper flew out of the tree, and fell on Bran's shoulder again: "Did you see it?"

"Well, I thought about it since you said this is our common home. Since we live together, then we must share something together. This is Bran’s home, and it’s also a whispering home. When you are not welcome When he is, I must drive him away."

"It's really strange, you don't see each other from the perspective of the people from the North."

"Because, I don't know what I am." Bran was a little lost.