Fat's would not have imagined that Ryo, who made him want to believe in the existence of the god of the night, was actually a lackey of the Door of Light. Nor would it be thought that the apostles of the night in the city of Yong'an were only an insignificant branch that had escaped from the city of the gods. He would not have thought that the gods in their hearts had no realization, or even care, about this.

Lily didn't care about the group of people around her who were trying to expand her brother's influence, and even hoped that her brother's influence would be more profound. However, things are not going well, as long as she is still sitting in the city of wings, her brother's influence is constantly weakening. She is high above, and the demons here are just servants who come and go as soon as she recruits them.

She is the heaven of this group of people, and she is also the survival of this group of people, because this group of people can survive because of their status - slaves, even if they consider themselves servants of the gods. But the fear has been hidden by God's name, and it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Unlike Wings. Despite being far away, Lily's influence in Northland has not diminished, but has steadily expanded. There are also a large number of slaves in the Northlands, but the freedmen still dominate the city.

It's a very relaxed city, and most of the people here can walk their word and behave. Even if they verbally offended the wizards here, or even the lord of the place, Bran, no one would really do anything to them. Because Bran has an indifferent attitude towards many things, others don't dare to use these trivial things to show their prestige, so the status gap is not so obvious in Northland.

They don't have to bow down when they see Bran, or they have to bow down when they see the Northlanders. Lacking the restraints of etiquette, the lack of those ritualistic physical reinforcements, many emotions associated with awe have gradually faded. The mystery has also faded due to the many wizards gathered here.

As they became more familiar, most of the inhabitants of the city were in awe and fear of Bran less and less. Except for those who have real access to his powers, such as the white robes and the knights who guard the city. As a result, the polarization in the Northland City has become more and more serious, with the fearful becoming more and more fearful, and the fearless becoming more and more fearless.

Bran's image has not been very good, and he seems too gloomy compared to his sister. And people need a sunny, warm image to fill certain gaps in their hearts, to dispel the clouds of smoke that have been wandering in the air from time to time recently. Once a heroic maiden did it, once a glorious maiden dispelled the dark clouds that hung over the city in the cold wind, and she descended here with the light.

At that moment, this image became deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and gradually gave birth to new legends. By the time Bran began to pay attention, many of the girls in the city had a pendant tied around their necks, and even a few men had similar ornaments hidden in their chests.

It wasn't until Bran noticed that the few Northland women in the city were wearing similar crudely made pendants around their necks, that he had to take control. He swapped them for his own more perfect charms.

According to Bran, he can't afford to lose that man!

Mary took the initiative to explain a few words about this, she said that the Martial God is a legend of our Northland, and it is also a matter of duty for her family to take care of each other. Bran understood these thoughts, even if the image of the charm was his sister, but it was another family head after all.

So don't explain some things and don't say them too clearly.

Bran couldn't figure out how his sister had become a glorious Valkyrie by killing no fewer people than herself, and yet he was still a great wizard, a messenger who was intimately connected to death.

Maybe it's really inseparable from death, like now there are three corpses on the periphery of the tower. Although there are some fragments, they are not missing, and the patchwork is quite complete.

The three corpses of the amphibians showed no signs of decay, and the strong magic that remained within the corpses prevented some invasions. The white-robed people were taking their proud disciples and observing them closely. A sign next to the corpse, which read, "Only look at, not touch", prevented them from moving further.

In line with the principle that there is strength in numbers, Bran hopes to draw some inspiration from these populations. In the fight with the amphibians, Bran gained little. The amphibians who died on the south coast, and the amphibians who died at his hands, are only fertile ground at their feet. It's not good, at least leave him two mouthfuls.

For the continent, the invaders may be the essential nourishment for its recovery. But Bran understands that once there is a difference on his side, even the principal and interest will be liquidated. So he hopes that he can take a bite, after all, he can still run, so that he will not be cheaper than others.

There was a huge pool of water under the tower, where part of Sina's body was stored, and a small part of it was placed in the white-robed station, which made the city's watery aura grow a lot. At present, it is only ancient trees that can make effective use of these moisturizing scents. Most of the white wolves and snow falcons at home are in a hurry, guarding the edge of the pool every day to drive away other birds and beasts, but they dare not speak.

Judging by the reactions of these birds and beasts, Bran simply classified them as "food". Unfortunately, they still have a long way to go before they can recover enough to be able to swallow this food. Bran wondered if they still had enough time.

Scared Sina away and killed three amphibian guards, making him truly exposed. Some malicious peeps followed, and abnormal magical fluctuations around the body began to appear frequently. This is something that some abilities want to have, but this is just what suits his appetite, smoothing and devouring, and the two sides come and go quietly like this.

After all, his ability can't really be done, active long-distance snooping. So he could only sit passively in the city, playing a game of cat and mouse with the voyeurs outside.

One side wants to see, the other side wants to cover up, and both sides are happy to do it. In the course of the confrontation, both sides have the opportunity to find out the details of the other without having to take too high risks. But if the other party really finds out the details, I am afraid that a wonderful scene of escape and killing will be staged immediately.

It's just that Bran hasn't been able to find such an opportunity, and the voyeur who has appeared so far has made him feel pressured to let him know that it is also the real Great Wizard. Both sides are mellow in the use of skills, and the other is more skilled than him. It's just the natural restraint in the magic attribute that makes the other party unable to take advantage of it, so he doesn't dare to act rashly.

On the east side of the South Coast, the dead still wander aimlessly. Influenced by the aura of this place, there are constantly souls gathering here. Contrary to this, two living people are walking slowly here.

One of the young men respectfully asked, "Teacher, is this the power of death?"

Hearing this, another old man, who had already shriveled up and curled up in a ball, couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "Don't be fooled by appearances. You see, the souls of the dead who are constantly attracted to it, why are they here? The desire to survive is our instinct, and this provides a glimmer of hope for survival. These souls are attracted to the power of life, but they are not yet complete, so they cannot be truly resurrected. ”

The old man looked at the deceased in front of him obsessively, and couldn't help but reach out and caress him. But the hand passed through the body of the deceased without hindrance, eliciting a roar of discontent. So, he continued, "How can life be complete? And that's the most interesting part. I can't help but want to meet this person now. ”