It's not just Dani who is looking for a breakthrough, it's the whole Northland that's in this state. While alien wizards and ordinary people are pinning their hopes on strange lands, the Northlanders are thinking about what to do with what they have.

In the twilight, Vincent stood motionless on the tall walls of the western border, but sweat continued to pour out and roll down his head. Ever since hearing about the Heavy Axe's breakthrough, Vincent has been in mixed moods. Jealousy and shame are like a thorn in the heart.

He also had weapons, also from Bran.

When it comes to the merits of weapons, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low. It's not that you can't tell it, but you can't bear it. Every weapon Bran builds is a work of effort. Even if it is left to Bran's judgment, no conclusion can be reached.

Bran distinguishes between good and bad weapons, mostly through the breath of life, so the conclusion given is inexplicable. For example, "Well, it's alive." Or, "It takes a while to nourish your heart before spirituality emerges." "But these don't seem to be of much use to a fighter.

After all, the weapon still depends on its own attributes, hardness, toughness, and so on. But Brando looked innocent when he mentioned this, and spread his hands to show that he didn't know. Then I don't need to suggest in a tone of voice, wouldn't I know if I knocked it with all my might?

No one will accept this kind of advice, and it is not enough to care for it, so how can you risk damage for it. It's not a life-and-death struggle.

After a long time, people naturally know that most of the weapons that flow out of Bran's hands are not superior or inferior.

Since it is not inferior to weapons, it can only be due to its own reasons.

Vincent didn't want to admit that he was inferior to Heavy Axe, he was a shrew and a foodie in his eyes. Although I don't want to, I have to admit that she is still a very capable shrew.

Poor Isa! Vincent could not help but mourn for a moment, eternal life may be endless torture for some. I thought I gritted my teeth, and decades have passed. It doesn't even take decades for you to fall in the war with the demons.

Unexpectedly, he would gain eternal life.

Eternal life......

Poor Isa, now hiding in the town of Silverpine and refusing to return home.

It was such a person who found a new path.

Vincent was really not convinced! He believed that there must be other ways out. The wizards must know, but they don't say it. Everything needs to be discovered by themselves, even innovated.

Vincent began to recall what Bran had said to him, what Lily had said, and the little wizards who were getting more and more prominent. The first memory is Bran's Lodge......

Then he remembered that Bran had mentioned the wasteland, of the magic that flowed there. He was even asked why he didn't run in his body.

Vincent couldn't remember what he had said, but he already knew how to do it. Actively works magic in the body, and stimulates the power of the body through it.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to do. It reminded him of Bran's pale face at that time. Even wizards had just as hard time in the beginning, let alone an old warrior with little talent.

Little by little, consciously control the operation of the magic. In the process of jerky operation, there are occasionally many inexplicable illusions.

What is that?

Vincent asked the mage at home, as well as the ancient tree. They were delighted, saying it was a whisper of magic. It's a pity that he can't understand, let alone understand.

Is the magic starting to guide me?

Vincent was skeptical, because it all happened a little quickly. He knew how the heavy axe was trained, and his efforts were too insignificant compared to the concentration and obsession of the heavy axe.

Over and over again, but none of them got it done. Vincent thought about giving up, but he couldn't. It's not that he wants to give up, it's that he doesn't know if it's possible.

Before, he just wanted to move forward silently until he got through this path. But its own ancient tree was obviously not a suitable person to ask about, and it even leaked the news before it could really succeed.

Vincent felt the pressure as a result, first fearing that the path would not work, and secondly fearing that someone would get it up and running first.

He wanted to be the first, like the heavy axe—the great warrior to remember.

The original half-belief has turned into a race against time at all costs.

......

At this time, in Sancha Town, the heavy axe sat cross-legged on the martial arts arena, and her beloved plate axe was placed in front of her. The ancient trees in the town have already told everyone about Vincent's discovery.

What others think, the heavy axe is not clear. She only rejoiced that this discovery did not conflict with her path, but rather greatly facilitated.

The magic that flowed back and forth between the body and the plate axe had many similarities with Vincent's thoughts. It's just that Vincent treats the body as a closed loop, and the magic is only stimulating and refining himself.

Heavy Axe knew it would work, because she had already done it. It's just that she feels that this honor should belong to Vincent, and she doesn't want to, and she doesn't bother to grab it.

Who is more familiar with the wasteland than their generation? In the trials of life and death, many things have long been deeply imprinted into the body as instincts. It's just that I didn't realize it before.

Many things are like this, and they can only be valued if they are aware of it. Vincent helped their generation realize that the glory could only belong to him.

......

In the Northland City, Bran sat at the dinner table with Meow in his arms and listened to everyone's complaints.

In other words, you had a similar thought a few years ago. Mary continued with a look of resentment, "It's just a bad memory, isn't it?"

Bran shook his head, "I have a good memory, I just didn't think about it. And none of you have ever said that you want to dance with knives and sticks for the rest of your life. ”

"As Northlanders, do we still need to think about it? We are born to be the best samurai. ”

Bran raised his voice and asked, "Okay, who else thinks they were born to be samurai?"

Seeing that everyone unanimously showed their agreement, Bran casually put Meow Meow on the dining table. Then he affirmed: "Well, yes! This kid was born a samurai, and I am going to pass on my best sword skills to him." ”

Mary was the first to react, and immediately looked flattering. The tone also changed: "But our family is special, otherwise we wouldn't be stationed at the edge of the Northlands."

Everyone in the family is born for magic, and we are born, messengers of magic. ”

The others reacted, following suit, "Yes, we are born, messengers of magic." ”

Seeing Meowth trying to reach out to herself, Bran took him back. At the same time, he nodded with satisfaction, "This kid is like me, and he was born to be a magic messenger." ”

Then he clapped his hands and laughed, which made everyone inexplicable for a while.

"Good! good name!" Bran said in an accentuated tone, "Magic Messenger, the person who will go out of the family in the future will be—Magic Messenger." ”