The heavy axe slowly rose up like a mountain, enveloping Anji under his figure.

"In the midst of interdependence and conflict, we must learn to be ourselves after all. The heavy axe sighed, "Back then, when Bran was in the villa, he used weapons as a condition to bring together all kinds of martial arts of the Northlanders.

He was still a kid after all, and Danny wasn't too old, so we all lost our due guard and showed them our proud skills.

After all, we people always need some face, and it is not easy to deceive the two children. And we don't think they're really able to write down anything. But they wrote it down.

If they hadn't been despised at that time, there wouldn't have been as amazing as the later ones in front of Winged City. Who would have thought that the martial arts of the Northlanders would be a great achievement in the hands of Dani.

When we, the former great samurai, sat together, we felt more shame in our hearts. It is precisely because of shame that there is inevitably some resentment.

Stupid, right?

Those things that should have been done by us, the glory that should belong to us, have been given away by us because of short-sightedness. It was also from then that we, the great samurai, really put aside our prejudices and communicate frankly.

In the exchange, many people finally recognized the fact that we were born for the sword. ”

The heavy axe looked down at Angie and said in an accentuated tone: "Go all out and attack me with your proudest magic." ”

Angie hesitated and took a few steps back, then threw a small fireball, but it was just a few feet in front of her before it collapsed, as if hitting a wall.

"Is that all the war witches of Winged City capable of?"

"We war witches - warriors who walk the path of wizards. Be careful!"

After speaking, Anji rushed up with the kitchen knife and iron hook. Flames then burst out of his body and weapons. With a suffocating scorching heat, slap at the heavy axe.

As Angie expected, her mother, who wanted to teach her a lesson, didn't dodge at all. The iron hook that came from the horizontal shot lightly flipped and hooked the plate axe in the heavy axe's hand, and the flames swirled upward.

Angie knew that her mother was good for her, but this kind of good was not what she wanted.

She doesn't need an excuse!

If she doesn't agree, then she doesn't agree, so why make excuses? And this kind of excuse actually requires her to pay the price of failure.

Aside from Dani, the War Witch hasn't lost yet. Although the war witches are also unsure about the rest of the Upper Bran family, after all, they can't talk about winning or losing if they haven't really fought.

It's just trying to test your skills and find an excuse to make a move.

The fireworks were swirling, but Angie couldn't see the expected panic in her mother's eyes. On the contrary, she saw a hint of ridicule.

At this moment, a faint white light emerged from the weapon, easily dispersing the swirling fireworks.

"Is that all there is to it? It seems that I don't even need to find an excuse......"

"No! I just don't want to hurt you. ”

With the words, the flames on Anji's body suddenly rose, enveloping the two of them.

The heavy axe was as steady as a mountain, and the blazing breath of life turned into a white light, repelling the fireworks from a few feet away.

......

In the western part of the Northlands, a similar situation is playing out.

Looking at his daughter Dia, who was standing in front of him in despair, Vincent couldn't help but feel a little heartache. If he doesn't get a long life, he will definitely show mercy to his subordinates, and he will definitely lose again.

More than a decade later, he slowly understood the meaning of life.

He can't keep giving in like this, accommodating himself.

Dia stared at her father, "Since when? ”

"A few years ago. Vincent sighed, "If Bran hadn't come back, if he hadn't discovered the outside world......"

"You're going to keep hiding and losing, aren't you?"

Vincent sighed again, "We have to let this little bastard see the changes in us, and we can't always leave opportunities to you. ”

Vincent pointed to the starry sky above him, "After listening to Bran's description, it feels more like a cage here. You yearn for the outside world, and you want to be able to move freely through it. Actually, I want to, too.

It's just that I don't want to incite, exploit, or even coerce my own children. After all, Bran is also a child of our family.

And he's been here and talked a lot with me.

Oh yes, and I gave a gift, a space ball.

Some of the things I think are true, no matter what kind of person he is, I am his uncle and his family after all. Even if he doesn't like it, he always has to take into account his mother's thoughts.

Even if Dani kills your prestige in front of everyone, there is a reason. He thinks he's good to you, and although he turns a blind eye to you a lot of times, it's because of his personality.

He also said that when the time came, he would invite me to his place. ”

Dia, who knew her father well, immediately sensed that something was wrong, "What about the conditions?"

Vincent smiled wryly, "I just hope that I can handle the internal relations of the Northland relatively fairly." ”

I thought Dia would object, but I didn't want to: "I'm going too!"

......