Maya's light of life was already undetectable, hovering between wakefulness and coma, but her thoughts were surprisingly clear.

When he was awake, he tried to keep his eyes open and looked at the two girls in front of him. Their movements, temperaments, and demeanors carved out of a mold are deeply attracted to it, and when they are unconscious, they will relive their childhood, and the warm magic will wrap it again in their dreams.

Someone has been here these days and then left again in a shaking head and sighing.

Maya squirmed and moved a little closer to Zoya again. The magic around her is slowly converging around Zoya, and this is exactly what Maya desperately needs. It's not enough, but it can also make it feel a little warm.

Erin couldn't help but be a little worried as she watched Maya squirm her body again and again, trying to get closer to Zoya, despite the danger. Fortunately, Zoya was a little distracted and didn't pay attention to these small movements.

Zoya did have some gains and losses. She was so confident in her mount that Charlotte would have brought the news back to Northland if nothing happened, but she didn't know how Bran would react.

Erin's concern for the dragon's life and death gave her an excuse to stay. As for whether Bran could save the dragon, she didn't care. Calculate the time Bran should also come, could it be that Charlotte has a problem on the way?

Zoya thought again about Charlotte's possible return route, the earliest or the latest. In the middle of the day, she stuck a dagger with a sheath on the beach, and then stared at the elongating shadow.

As the sun sets, Erin lights the bonfire again, and the night slowly falls with the crackling sound of firewood. Looking at Zoya, who was not moving, Erin softly persuaded, "He may not be able to get out of his body for a while." ”

Zoya raised her eyebrows and smiled reluctantly, casually responding, "Yes, maybe you fell asleep in the sea of magic again." ”

When Erin was about to say something, the bonfire suddenly flickered, and a familiar voice sounded: "Say something nice, what does it mean to be asleep?"

Zoya instantly radiated and opened her mouth to complain, "Why did you come?"

"I've come early, and seeing that you're okay and don't want to disturb the good times of you two sisters, I'll go over there first. ”

Erin's eyes widened as she watched the cloud of ash smoke gather around the campfire, it was the first time she had seen Bran like this. Surprised, she heard a slightly lazy greeting, "Erin, long time no see." ”

She subconsciously responded, "Long time no see." ”

Then he hurriedly pointed to the dying dragon, "Save it!"

"Don't worry, you won't die for a while. Hearing Bran's heartless answer, Erin suddenly felt very relieved and relaxed.

Zoya interjected, "What about the outsiders?"

"Hiding on an island. It was tracking them that it was too late. ”

"Killed?"

"No, that's a good group of observers. Bran threw out a drop of water, in which Lily's face was clearly visible, "If the reinforcements can bring similar gifts, we will be rich." ”

"What is this? That's what it was warning and letting the target escape. ”

"I don't know, but the composition is interesting. Composed of a variety of very primitive, yet pure magic, according to them, the water of the pool of foresight. ”

"How do you know that?" Zoya was a little unconvinced, she had taken similar information from José's mouth, and was ready to show it off.

"The souls of those you killed are very strong, and they can endure for a long time, which just happens to be cheap. ”

Zoya raised her chin and asked proudly, "Am I amazing?"

"Awesome!"

Erin, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask, "Where do they come from, and will it be against us?"

"The Emerald Continent, a place full of magic. They weren't targeting you in the first place, and they weren't prepared to attack you. But the man who was injured by Zoya was very unhappy with your tip-off, and I heard him threaten to retaliate. ”

Erin was a little flustered and blamed, "Why didn't you kill him?"

"That's a good object to observe, a wizard. And killing him won't have much impact on the big picture. If you can't cope with even such a person, what about the bigger crisis that follows?

You don't have to worry too much, he won't be able to recover anytime soon. You have plenty of time to prepare, to fight or to flee. ”

"You're not going to help us?"

"This is your home, and I'm just an outsider. You are not ready to fight, so why should I fight for you? When the monster besieging the island attacked you, did you resist? It could not reach the shore, it could only flutter in the water and threaten, did you ever shoot a feathered arrow when you stood on the shore?"

Erin was a little unconfident, "But does that work?"

"I don't know," the gray smoke swayed, and Bran's voice seemed a little erratic, "but when you asked for help, no one said it was useless.

Trust me, Irene, this is just the beginning. Even if I get rid of these people today, what about next time? Will you really be able to survive safely?

These people are really nothing, in that strange continent, they are just a group of fairly elite warriors. This loss is nothing there. New teams could be sent there at any time, and at the moment they were only limited by ships, so it was not possible to send more people at once.

And our real enemies, I'm afraid, are not yet them. Having such a not very lethal opponent at least gives us a goal to refer to and learn from. ”

"But they're really strong. "Erin is still lacking in confidence.

"Compared to us, they are more like flowers that grow indoors, strong and beautiful, but they can't see the wind and rain. Look at this dying dragon, if it is on that continent it will recover quickly, and when it comes to us, it will only wait for death.

Their wizards can't even bind their magic around us, and that's an instinct for us. Here, just keeping their mana from escaping out is already a problem for them, not to mention constantly replenishing consumption. Warriors may not seem to have much influence, but they are actually slow, and they will become weaker and weaker as time goes on. Like this dragon, it will be in a state of weakness for a long time.

The seemingly harsh magical environment not only fulfills us, but also serves as our biggest barrier. ”

Grey Smoke gathered around Bran to reveal his form, then slowly walked over to the dragon's head and placed his hand on its head. "It's just in desperate need of magic to repair its body, and I don't know if my magic will work. ”

With the words, an inky torrent appeared in the void, pouring directly from the dragon's head. The dragon began to struggle, more and more violently, more and more powerful. Soon, its scales revealed a deep ink color, and a coercion slowly seeped out of its body.