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In the other direction of the vast grassland, a blue-haired teenager suddenly turned his head to look into the distance.

"Soul!"

Obviously still a child's face, the expression revealed was mature and dignified beyond his age, he took off the long magic wand behind him with his backhand, and ran at full speed in the direction where he sensed the fluctuation of magic power.

After running a few steps, a large amount of magic flashed under his feet, and the boy accelerated instantly, his figure sweeping a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye. After that, every step the boy took was like a furious arrow!

But in the end, he was a step too late, and just as he could clearly see the swirls in the sky, the black swirls began to dissipate.

The boy slowed down, looking in that direction with some annoyance, and was a step too late!But fortunately, this was a deserted wilderness, and there should be no need to worry about anyone being harmed.

"Huh, anyone?" Just as he was about to turn his head to leave, the boy keenly sensed the traces of a creature nearby, as he felt a faint fluctuation of unnatural magical power.

Is it a magician, or is it a magical beast? The traces are so faint, has he escaped the range of the "soul"?

Feeling relieved, the boy immediately began to search the neighborhood.

The unnatural wave of magic quickly dimmed, almost to the point of vanishing out of thin air, and few people but the blue-haired boy could still feel it.

But he knew that the target he was looking for was no longer fine, because the magic fluctuation had never stopped, although it was faint and almost transparent, it also showed that the other party had not been absorbed by the "soul".

The fluctuation of the pattern made him sure that it was a human magician, not a wild demonic beast or something, and the dim fluctuation of his breath to such an extent probably meant that the other party had a very effective method of concealment, so he must be a good magician.

The boy was even more determined to find the magician, and he needed to know more about the "soul".

Reaching out to push away the weeds above his head, he saw a sudden opening in front of him, a large clearing had been artificially cleared between the lush grass, and a simple campfire was piled up in the middle. It was supposed to be the magician who was going to camp here.

The boy hesitated, but walked over. But the owner here doesn't seem to be there, he doesn't see anyone, and the point of the magic fluctuations is not here. He looked around for a moment, only to suddenly see a cute little blue-haired girl sitting next to him.

The boy couldn't help but be surprised, he hadn't even noticed her existence before! And even if he got close to this distance, he still didn't feel the fluctuation of magic power, he had always thought that the people in this world had more or less magic in their bodies.

No, she has magical powers!!!

In the face of the stranger, Wendy still maintained a shy demeanor, but she did not have the slightest sense of defense, and asked cautiously, "Excuse me...... Has Mr. Magus ever met Grantigne?"

The boy was blinded by her sudden question, and subconsciously replied: "No, there is no ......"

Wendy added, as if remembering something, "Grantigne is not human, she is a dragon!"

"This ......," the boy was even more speechless, "it's even more impossible to see it, right?"

Wendy was a little disappointed: "Sure enough, ......"

Seeing the girl's sad and sad appearance, her eyes began to moisten, and the boy hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.

"Wendy, have you found your family?" Woz pushed back to the camp through the grass and saw that there was another person here, and it was also a fairly rare blue hair, no wonder even Woz had a brain short-circuit and recognized the wrong person.

"No......," the teenager quickly responded.

Woz saw the pattern on his face, and then he reacted: "Are you ...... Gerald?"

The boy was also surprised: "How do you know? We haven't met...... he quickly thought of something, "No, I'm afraid I'm not the Gerald you know, my name is Gerald Anazza." ”

"Oh, I know, I know!" Woz nodded as he handed Wendy the kettle in his hand and started the fire.

Gerald didn't bother with the name anymore and camped together at the invitation of Woz.

At night, the three of them sit around the campfire, and Wendy, who has been hungry for seven days, is contented to drink the porridge made by Woz, both of whom have considerable survival skills in the wild, and are also accustomed to nibbling on dry food.

“…… Hmm, is that vortex the so-called soul?" Woz chatted with Gerald a little casually, "It's really dangerous magic, fortunately I escaped quickly......" After all, Woz even knows more about the events than Gerald himself, so he is naturally interested in this kind of "over-the-plot" dialogue.

Still, he looked at Gerald, the young Millergon, and couldn't help asking, "This level of magic is obviously not something you can stop alone, is it?"

After experiencing the "soul" firsthand, Woz became intrigued by Mistergang's actions to stop the magic.

"Not all souls are as powerful as you have met today, all of them have been small men, and I can sense the omen of the soul's activation, and always rush to dispel it before it fully erupts," said Mistergon. But today's soul is so sudden, there is no time to react, and the scale is unusually large......"

Waz looked thoughtfully at Wendy beside him, as a space-time magic "soul" that can only be cast with the power of a world, this unusual launch must have been affected by another same space-time magic "Eclipse", and the remnants of the "Eclipse" entangled in Wendy's body encountered the "soul" that happened to run nearby, which triggered this abnormal outbreak.

However, these are also Woz's speculations, and the information about the "eclipse" is far from being exposed, so Woltz didn't say much.

Although she was hungry, Wendy's shy personality kept her from overeating, and she left half a pot of porridge for Woz and Micster Heights.

Waz looked at the satisfied girl and asked Mistergang, "What are you going to do next?" or do you want to wander around here and continue searching for souls?"

Misgang asked rhetorically, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I'm going to help Wendy find her mom first, and if I really can't find a place to take her in. ”

Misgang also looked at the girl who was drowsy after eating, and nodded, "Okay." I'm here to help, too. I won't always be available to take care of her, though, and I'll have to get there as soon as I find the soul. ”

"Then try to find her a suitable home before then. Wolds said.

Mistergang heard the slightest mistake: "What do you mean, do you want me to take care of her alone?"

Woz nodded: "Yes, my situation is also complicated, and this time it is still equivalent to a violation of the jailbreak...... Gotta go back right away. ”

Having early contact with the two main plot characters in succession has brought a lot of pressure to Woz, he is very worried about what unpredictable impact he will inadvertently have on the future, not only worried about the intervention of the "scale", Wads is even more worried that after he changes the "original plot", he will be more helpless about the future; knowing that the "original plot" is at least one of Woz's advantages, he is not willing to give up such an advantage easily!

"Alright, let's go. Seeing that Wendy had fallen asleep, Woz stood up and patted the dust off his body, "See you later, Gerald." ”

Then I turned around and walked away. But in the eyes of Mistergang, there was a sense of panic.

Return to the forest hut in Polyucica.

"Where did you take Wendy after that?" Woz couldn't help but ask.

Mistergang recalled, "I gave her to a powerful old magician. I went back to see her later and found that she was living happily there, so I didn't bother her anymore. ”

Woz couldn't help but complain: "You...... This EQ is a little low......"

Misgang rolled his eyes at him, "Don't talk about me, you're no better! I can see that you're not good at communicating with people, right?"

"No, I'm just not good at handling small children!"

Mistergang's face darkened, he was a few years younger than Wads, so Wads's so-called children also included him!

"Ahem. Misgang coughed dryly, "Okay, it's late at night, you can rest first, and I should go too." ”

Wadsz smiled bitterly: "I've been sleeping for a few days, what else do I ...... rest" Saying, Woz lifted the quilt and stood up, but immediately his eyes were dark, and his whole body was weak, as if the soles of his feet were stepping on a ball of cotton, and he couldn't exert his strength. For the first time, Woz felt his body completely out of his control, as if his soul had been separated from his body.

“…… Woz!"

The sound of Mister Hill was heard in his ears, but in Woz's senses, the voice was getting farther and farther away, and everything outside was separated from each other.

Weak, weak, Woz was in terrible shape at this time, and he hated the feeling of not being in control of his own destiny. After coming to the world of Aslant, Woz has always believed in the principle that it is better to ask for others than for himself, and no matter what the situation is, he always relies on his own strength as the greatest support, rather than expecting help from others. Even after joining Fairy Tail, Woz never bothered others with his own affairs, instead positioning himself as the "guardian" of the guild as everyone's backer.

Losing his strength was Woz's biggest fear, and although the exact extent of his injury was unknown, Woz knew that if he lost his strength like Mira Jeanne, he probably wouldn't be able to pick himself up so quickly.

This feeling of powerlessness...... Woz's consciousness was clear, and he quickly sensed a strong sense of immediacy.

It's not the powerlessness of an enemy too strong to be defeated, it's the kind of frustration that can't even make a move to resist. Woz rummaged through his mind, and there was only one time in the same experience, which was the inactionability of his first entry into this world.