Just as Il was gone, Bran quickly climbed to a large branch of the ancient tree while there was no one around, and then the fish jumped down. The magic responded to him, a bat wing full of holes spread out behind his back. As he fell, he fanned wildly, until he made a close contact with the ground, and the entire batwing still flapped a few times before it dissipated and melted back into the magic field.

Bran slapped firmly on the ground, and fell there in a large zigzag, and did not move for a long time. The entire canopy of the ancient tree began to shake and make a rattling sound. Flowey, the black cat, carefully stretched out her paws and touched him, and when she realized that there was no problem, she jumped on his back, imitated the action of his fall, jumped up and then slapped it, causing serious secondary damage to Bran's mind.

Reality told him that he should not think about flying even if he put on his little wings. At first, his magic could spread out of his body, like a fog of chaos. Occasionally, it was used as a tentacle to actively probe the surrounding area, and was later woven into a net. Now the magic around him is more like a field, like a magnetic field generated by magnetic force. He had never considered "flying"! Although the magic power could respond to his will and change into various shapes he wanted, the specific abilities were still the same.

With hindsight, Bran came to the conclusion that there was still a difference! Although Il's ability had changed, moving a little closer to the direction he had described, there was still a big difference. That kind of gliding and falling is more like her ability itself. Otherwise, how could a big living person fall with a cloaked of illusory magic?

He was a little envious of Il, because she just had to believe. Everything about her is built on believing. She is like a fledgling, as long as she imitates how to fly, it is just instinct, the instinct that ability brings to her.

I can do that too, falling slowly is just a matter of air resistance, does it have anything to do with the wings? The wings are just ornaments, as long as my magic works with the air. In fact, it has little to do with air, it is just the result of the interaction of "forces". Thinking of this, Bran bounced off the ground without moving his hands and feet, and floated back to the ground.

Another nice experience, Bran seemed excited, and the mood continued for a few days, until Pachu brought him not-so-good news.

......

Pachu was looking at the city at this time, and the changes here could be described as earth-shaking compared to the last time he came. The style is also something he has never seen before, and it is very exotic.

Bran was also curious, the old guy was so bare-chested, and he came alone. Although it is not good news, there is a feeling of mourning, but I still need to express my gratitude. At present, the only way to express gratitude is to take him in. So Pachu got his wish and stayed.

Bran was annoyed by the news he brought, and he hated such things that were neither good nor interesting. He made up his mind to make it more ruthless this time, so that everyone was really afraid for a while, and it would be quiet.

Pachu was now more curious about what Bran was going to do, and after telling Bran the truth about what he knew, Bran didn't react obviously, didn't even ask too much, just expressed his gratitude and arranged for him to stay.

Two days later, he finally couldn't help but lean up to Bran and asked, "Great Wizard, please forgive me for being rude. What do you do with the re-arriving mission?"

"Killed, this time there will be no one left. I will hang their bodies on both sides of the road. ”

This answer frightened Pachu, and he subconsciously said, "You can't. ”

"Why not?"

"First of all, these people are not all your enemies, and secondly, they are openly competing. They're going to challenge them the way they do, or the way yours do. ”

Bran said, "The way of the Northlanders? The way of the Northlands: Kill all those who dare to take up arms, all those who dare to stand in front of them, when the battle begins. ”

"They're just here to challenge. ”

"As long as we think it's fighting, then it is. There will be neither shouting nor any fairness, no ruling, because the battle has begun. Don't try to make excuses, if you have the courage to participate, then you should have the courage to bear the consequences. ”

"There are at least a thousand of them, how can you kill them all?"

"We are wizards. ”

"Wizards, I'm afraid, can't either. ”

"Pachu, what are your powers?eyes? I have paid attention to them, not only do they allow you to see more, but they are also your weapons. Whoever looks at you will have both eyes hurt. But what about the range of your influence? When used as a weapon, your mana can only extend for a limited number of meters, what if your mana can cover the entire battlefield?

The world is changing, and it's time for wizards to show their power. Some forces are no longer comparable to numbers. For wizards, the biggest threat in this world is only each other, who are also wizards. If you live a few more years, you'll see a lot of changes because of the wizards. In war, for example, the wizard will be the decisive force, and we can even decide the outcome of a war.

What's the point of a thousand people?"

On the day the conversation ended, Pachu took his leave and left. He was worried that the white-robed people would follow, and he didn't want these people to be harmed. As he was leaving, Bran asked Pachu to bring a message to the mission, "He won't accept bullshit's challenge, trespasser, life and death!"

......

Dani witnessed the conversation between the two sides, and she suggested after Pachu left: "You can accept the challenge, we can handle it." ”

Bran snorted coldly, "Why accept it? They are not a challenge at all, but they are testing our bottom line and looking for trouble. At that time, in the battle at the city gate, dragoons rushed in from behind, and at least half of the Anya people who were defenseless against it died at their hands. But now the news is coming, and everyone is coming to me to settle accounts.

Why? It's not because the dragoons held the Kingdom of Grimm back then, and there was a large-scale conflict with Anya, and they knew that the dragoons were not easy to mess with.

What about us? After a few large-scale conflicts, I'm afraid these people won't be able to realize the awesomeness. It seems that there are more idlers in the Anya Kingdom, and one hundred and eighty dead are nothing. So, this time I'll let them die a few more, thousands of eight hundred.

If it doesn't work, I don't mind going to the Anya Kingdom and settling accounts with them. ”

Dani smiled, "Your real reason is that you're worried about us, right? Don't worry too much, we don't fear death, every Northland person here will not take life and death to heart." ”

Bran sighed, "None of us will care about our lives and deaths. I just hope that I can watch you have children, so don't think about challenges, traditions, or anything like that. Then *** appeared, and it was annoying to death. ”

......

Bran won't play with this group of idle second-hand goods, and if he wants to die, he will fulfill them. It's a headache to think about, a group of people poured into the still messy Northland City, did it add to the blockage?

This is the Northland, his home. A group of self-righteous guys, under the banner of fair challenges, entered their homes and disrupted their lives. Fair!?Die!

When the Anya will come to their deaths, no one knows. His caravan had sent back news, very bad news. In Sandstone City, caravans were stolen, then taxed every day, and now their goods were detained.

After getting the news, Bran sighed, he needed to go to Sandstone City.