There was light rising in the sky in the camp, and shadows casting shadows on Bran. He stared there, slowly making new discoveries.

The soul is a container, but after losing the protection of the body, it is like a water bottle that is hot in an instant, bursting cracks on the body. There was water seeping out slowly, and the water was cloudy, but after seeping out, it was suspended there, and gradually became clear and distinct, and gradually separated from each other. The clear rises, and the turbid sinks, leaving only the empty shell of the soul to wander. The magic refilled into the soul is more like rough grit.

Bran slowly walked towards the camp, and the mist began to seep out of his body and swirl, and it spun faster and faster. Light and darkness, clarity and turbidity are all sucked into the fog, just a struggle, a joy.

Pain! That's how Bran felt. As the light was incorporated into his body, Bran felt like the hot oil in the pot, splashed by the cold water that had suddenly poured in.

But he had to endure it, and when the new power burst out of the cocoon that night, he lost control. He can't let himself get lost, he has to keep the most basic sanity. Balance, that was the only way he could think of it.

The mist bound the light, forcibly pulling them into its body, and with a crackling sound, it was forcibly squeezed into the clusters of starlight inside Bran's body.

Light shot out of the pores, accompanied by a mist of blood, gradually wetting Bran's clothes.

"I am just an empty existence, I don't care about life and death, I don't care about pain and happiness. With a murmuring voice, the fog spun faster.

Flowey crouched under the flagpole, wagging her tail restlessly. The figure that gradually turned red became the only one in his eyes.

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Outside the western border, the army of the demon clan has set up a position, and the banner is just as it was back then. For many years, there has not been such a large army to suppress the border, and there has been no show of force in front of the Northlanders. And the Northland people seem to have forgotten the bottom line of the two sides, forgetting the tacit understanding between the two sides, forcing them to go on an expedition.

A feathered arrow pierced the clear sky and plunged deep into the ground. Some soldiers ran to bring back the letters on the feather arrows, and then handed them to the commander-in-chief.

There were only two words on the letter - field.

Seeing this reply, the commander's hand trembled a little, not happy, but angry.

If you really want to fight in the city, the two sides agreed in advance to set up a battle in a dignified manner. But those who shouted and scolded here had just put on a siege posture, but that side changed their minds......

He doesn't worry about the Northland people cheating, how many years have the two sides been fighting back and forth, and the Northland people's character has never changed. It's easier to fight in the field than to siege a city, and maybe this is a chance for him, a chance to become famous.

The horn sounded, and the demon army slowly retreated, leaving enough space for the Northlanders. There were war horses galloping back and forth in the formation, constantly conveying new orders, and the formation of the army was also rapidly adjusting and changing.

The commander of the demon clan looked at the front of the Chinese army from afar, and only hoped that the people of the northland would be faster, faster. In the dark, someone responded to his expectations, and the gates of the Western Realm slowly opened.

A girl rode on a giant bear and ran out of the crack in the door. Soon, a group of children wearing hoods chased out with cats and dogs, laughing and excited. After that, there was a group of teenagers and boys. Several elderly and frail elders followed with shouts, "Slow down, don't fall!".

The army of the demons was silent, staring blankly at the opposite side, at the still open city gate, hoping that the real army of the Northland would appear, but they were disappointed.

The commander of the demon clan raised his trembling hand and pointed to the opposite side. His mouth opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't make a sound.

Compared with the army of demons, this group of children is like a lonely traveler who came to the sea, standing with the sea with laughter. Several old men who were dying stood behind them with satisfaction, brushing their sparse beards from time to time.

The Northland people are paranoid, crazy, barbaric, and vindictive, but they are not too stupid, so the commander of the Chinese army is a little unsure of what to do. The open gate of the city, there is no need to wait for them to approach, I believe that this group of bear children has already run away.

The scouts scattered in all directions, trying to find out if there was some ambush on the Northlands, and a samurai was sent out to try the battle in front of the battle.

Annoyed and unwilling, he slowly came to the front of the formation and let out a roar of challenge.

As he wished, a little girl came out, and her steps were a little staggering, as a bear was clinging to her calf. Because of the staggering, the speed is a little slow.

The challenger is a little unsure of what to do, he has done many cruel and evil things for many years, but killing a little girl in front of everyone still makes him hesitate.

So, he didn't greet him, just stood there quietly, waiting. Whether the Northlander is crazy or not, whether the child is crazy or not, he is ready to give her a clean death, so that she will be free from all misery from now on.

He lifted his sword lightly on the ground and began to pray, with the faith of a warrior.

The little girl had at last walked the long and long road and came to him. A pair of big eyes sparkled, with curiosity, with innocence. And he only felt the cold, and the last darkness.

People looked at the tall demon warrior, his armor covered with a layer of frost. The gentle breeze blew through him, gently hugging him to the ground, turning into countless crystal ice chips.

The little wizards of the Northland are going to see blood after all, and this stage is not only for Lily, but also for them. The Northlanders won't satisfy one or two great wizards, and since there can be one Bran and one Lily, then there should be more.

Bran handed over his own records, and although not all of them, the conjectures in them were enough to make the person who got it - madness, madness also needs sacrifices.

The altar had been built, the offerings had been presented, and so the sacrifice began.

Lily spread her wings, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared at the side of the opposing commander, with a wreck behind her. The little wizards let out a roar of joy and chased after her back, like little vultures that prey on her for the first time, with curiosity, with excitement, with the last trace of innocence.

The young warriors of the Northland watched silently, watching this carnival, this feast of flesh and blood. After that, they will be his or her attendants, and from now on - life and death together.

Like Bran and Dani......

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Curled up, Curt trying to huddle himself. Under his leadership, there was no longer any figure on the city wall who dared to stand. Fear is contagious, and it spreads so fast that the entire fortress falls silent.

"Curt," he heard someone whispering to him, "come down." ”

He rolled his eyes with difficulty to follow the sound, and a young knight was waving at him.

Curt didn't know how he got down the city wall or how he got to the command room. Many people there were waiting for him, hoping that he would explain all this, even if they had heard his story.

But he didn't think about anything and didn't dare to say anything. He remembered that Pachu had persuaded them and told them that the great wizard had seen and heard far away, and that the walls and mountains were not obstacles.

He pointed outside, shh......h