If you go with the flow, the tornado really won't pounce here. Every winter, the north wind will continue to howl southward, and the tornado will only be carried southward.

Bran put his raised butt down several times, and the wind made him see and learn a lot. The last time I saw a scene like this was on that nameless island. But there are many differences, the storm is not caused by monsters, it is only danced in the wind and rain.

The tornado in front of him was caused by Qianrui.

At this time, the magic power mixed in the tornado was already insignificant. But it is this insignificant magic, like a hanging wire on the head of a puppet, that controls this behemoth. After watching it for a long time, the feeling of being in danger also arises, and these hanging filaments seem to burst at any time.

Bran didn't know what progress or discovery his sister had made, but he was still urging the magic and didn't have the slightest intention of relaxing. Since Qian Rui still has some energy to spare, it should be okay.

It's unimaginable that the little goblin in the clouds has condensed a snake of magical power. Bran is confident that even if the storm is over, the core of the snake will remain. Like the body of an ancient tree, like its current self, its core part has been completely magical, and it is no longer a fragile ice crystal.

Although the core was still small, the bright magical light lit up the monster python's massive body, providing it with unimaginable strength and vitality.

Inspired by this, Bran thought of his clothes, and he knew how to do it. Completely magical items, such as the leaves, branches, and even flesh of an ancient tree.

At this time, two ancient trees were also watching the excitement with Bran under the tower. After listening to Bran's request, they simultaneously shed a small branch and threw it to the top of the tower. But they ignore that it's only a small part of what they do. So in the face of the two big tree forks that were smashed head-on, Bran was slapped directly below.

A wisp of gray smoke rose from the cover of the foliage and spread along the foliage. When the ash smoke cleared, the branches and leaves turned into several sets of clothes. The texture of the surface of the garment is a faint vein. If you look closely, you will notice that the image of two ancient trees is hidden in the veins of the leaves.

Bran lifted a piece of clothing and shook it gently, and the clothes suddenly turned into a cloud of gray smoke and fell into the palm of his hand. After rolling for a moment, it reverts back to its clothes and falls on its arm. For now, this can only be done, and after that, it will take time to polish it carefully and let its own magic power completely purify this garment.

It's just that at present, Bran's own magic has not yet completed the innovation, so naturally he will not give priority to polishing foreign objects. In addition to his clothes and armor, his two short knives also need to be polished by magic.

Today's short knife - fragile has long been an inseparable part of him. He had many ideas to come true, and now that it had spirituality, could it be taken into the sea of magic, where it would be washed over by more pure magic. After the baptism of the sea of magic, what kind of changes will occur?

But all of these things need to wait, wait for themselves to complete the transformation before they can be them. When the time comes, try to inject your own flesh and blood into it.

During Bran's distraction, Tatsumaki grew a little stronger. Northland City was gradually affected, and the chill that came with the wind became cold and biting.

The vision in the distance had already attracted everyone's attention. The Winchhills, as well as Dani and the others, had already climbed the tower, looking nervously there.

Dani asked, "Bran, what's going on there?"

"Siri, she's fanning out a little wind. Bran replied with a pretended lightheartedness.

"Is your sister okay?" the mother was a little nervous.

"What can she do? Even if there is something, we are the unlucky. Bran's casual complaint revealed some truth.

"Then you're not going to stop it?" said the mother, a little stern.

"No hurry, it's not bad for her. ”

"You can't just think about it from your own point of view, you have to think about the feelings of other people in the city. ”

"To be honest, I don't have a good way to do it. With a few sets of clothes in his arms, Bran slipped back into the tower from the top of the tower outside, and stood beside his parents. "And it's key for Sibrie. ”

Seeing that everyone's attention fell on him, waiting for him to continue to explain. Bran then asked, "What do you see?"

Someone replied, "Wind, clouds, lightning." ”

Bran shook his head, "That's fire, magic fire. Countless lives under the snow and in the woods are becoming its sacrifices, and after this sacrifice there will soon be another great wizard in the Northlands.

I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it little by little. I chose the trial, and I kept killing on the path of the trial, and I even became a little bloodthirsty during that time. At first, I thought it was Flowey's influence, but it wasn't just Flowey's influence. The growth of magic also requires life to balance, and I just followed my instinct unintentionally.

But it was also during that time that my strength grew extremely fast.

My mana accumulation is actually enough, just a sacrifice without life. Dani knew, I was starting to lose control when I first arrived in Northland. I even devoured the abilities of some wizards, and I thought it was their magic that attracted me.

Now that I think about it, it's not. For wizards, abilities contain too much of the essence of life, and I happen to be able to assimilate and devour them.

I owe a debt of gratitude to those who provoked me, who actually got me out of crisis after crisis. My strength has grown exponentially, and they actually have a part of the credit.

I can also quench my thirst for life by devouring other wizards, or the abilities of monsters, but other wizards cannot.

Just like the trials of our Northlanders, when we reach that threshold, we need to replenish our magic power. That's why my sister chose to walk out of the villa, no matter what her reason was, and her essence was still to harvest life and provide what she needed for her own growth.

I really envy my sister, she will always find the best time under the control of instinct. And I was always cranky and missed one opportunity after another.

In fact, I was more like a defective product, unable to follow the call of magic at the most important juncture and absorb what I needed in time. I don't want my sister and Zoya to be like me. This trip was supposed to let them harvest their lives, and they were simple-minded and naturally able to sense the call in the underworld.

And the fire is already unstoppable, what can I do? I can try with all my might to stop everything in front of me. But do you want Siri to be a more perfect wizard, or is she a defect like me?"

No one answered Bran's last question, another great wizard. Or she can't be called a great wizard yet, because she hasn't established the corresponding merits yet.

But it doesn't matter, it's the word "perfect" that matters, even if Bran says – it's perfect. Even Bran himself couldn't hide his excitement. He wanted to see with his own eyes what this little monster who had suddenly grown up by inheriting the experience of the goblin, his sister, and himself by mistake, would look like.

Therefore, he will not take the initiative to destroy her, as long as she has not really caused irreparable damage here.

He also wants to see where his sister will end up?

At this time, Qian Rui had gradually woken up, and the murmur of the wind in the mirror was endless. She already understood that as long as the world was still changing, the murmuring would not stop.