Frostleaf, who has let go of his worries, can sleep peacefully, but Bran has no such good luck.

In his mind, Bran had already believed some of the words, otherwise he would not have been able to explain the series of manifestations of his sister's direct arrival in the ice field. Now, he only hopes that this will dissipate as soon as possible like the remnants of the hollow valley, but before it dissipates, he may be able to use a thing or two.

For Bran, it's a game that can't be lost. His goal was still the continent, not how many great wizards he had achieved. It's just that since the wizards of Northland City have joined the ranks of the competition, then he doesn't want these people to go home empty-handed.

Everything is constantly changing.

As the strength grows, the form changes, and many ideas are different. Bran had hoped to open the magic net and swallow the world alive, but now he didn't want to do that.

Frost Leaf saw it accurately, he was an ancient tree covered with a magic net, and the magic net that shrouded the barren continent was his crown. But Frost Leaf ignores that he is still just a young shoot, and the so-called canopy is actually just a leaf.

Today, Bran is still a little worried about the mainland's backlash, but the worry is rapidly dissipating. If the second and third leaves can be successfully opened, then how much of a threat can the will of the mainland pose to him?

What's more, threats arise from inner resistance and suspicion, and things may not be as imagined.

It doesn't matter if the Dead Continent can be revived or not, Bran just needs some time to gather strength and then grow new leaves there through the Void.

No one would have thought that the object of the sacrifice that was slowly unfolding had quietly changed. The Continent of Death will still be nourished, but it is only a high platform for carrying sacrifices.

......

A fleet of ships slowly sailed into the port of Northland, causing a commotion as usual. A large number of coolies have gathered at the docks, ready to exchange their sweat for a meager pay. The crowd of onlookers still craned their necks, eager to see the moving treasure.

It's just that today's fleet is a little abnormal, and there is no movement after entering the port.

At this time, everyone in the captain's room of the main ship stood quietly, not daring to move.

When the harbor came into view, and everyone gradually relaxed and prepared to celebrate their safe arrival in Hong Kong, a young man suddenly appeared on the deck. He seemed to be attracted by the sight of the sea, and looked into the distance for a long time before Shi Ran walked into the captain's room.

The noise disappeared in an instant with the arrival of the boy, and the whole ship fell into an eerie silence. Even if they have never seen this teenager, people will remember his identity the moment they see him - the great wizard Bran.

Fortunately, the ships are full of experienced sailors, and they have already had a tacit understanding. Even if there is no one to command, they can work together seamlessly.

"Good!"

Seeing that the ship was leaning properly, Bran opened his mouth to praise. This made everyone break out in a cold sweat, and they couldn't imagine what it would be like if something went wrong.

"My wizards will leave in your ship, hoping that you will take care of them on the sea. ”

Looking at the crowd who nodded one after another, Bran continued, "How much do you know about the rumors about wizards?"

Paul, who was the captain of the ship, stepped forward, "All." We traveled back and forth between the two places, transporting all kinds of people, and we heard all kinds of rumors.

On this small ship, we sailors always hear something. It's just that there are too many rumors, and it's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood when it comes to us.

During the journey, we will also use these as a conversation to pass the loneliness and exchange it with others. ”

"That is, you have also created a lot of rumors. ”

Paul hesitated slightly, but finally affirmed, "Yes." ”

"Ordinary people also have a lot of opportunities in this wizard's feast. What kind of whimsical rumor is this? Can you introduce me to that?"

Paul's face turned a little pale, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "It's my ......."

"What a genius, for the sake of not being a rumor, I'll spare you this time. ”

Beneath the hood, two points of darkness lit up in the shadows, and then went out after a careful look at Paul.

"How did you come up with the idea to create this rumor?"

Paul thought for a moment, "For nearly half a year, I often had a dream. But I know that at this age, it is impossible to awaken to a wizard. And these dreams are always changing, and while they are somewhat related to each other, they are different from the harbingers of the wizard's awakening.

In my dreams, I could clearly feel the power surging in my body. Every time I wake up, I lose my strength.

I'm not reconciled, why don't I have a chance to gain power as a mortal?"

Bran sighed softly, "Everyone has a chance, it's just that your path is harder. Since you can create rumors that are close to the truth, do you have the courage to try?

For this feast, the shaman was ready to sacrifice with his own life. Before the sacrifice is over, life and death are unpredictable. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, it is up to luck to get something out of it.

When you hear this, do you still want to try it? Who among you here wants to try it?"

"But I'm only a mortal, and we sailors are mortals. ”

"Wizards are actually insignificant mortals, but they have obsessions that allow us to forget about life and death. In this feast, perhaps you have a better chance, because wizards will only target each other.

They don't look at you, but they give you a rare opportunity.

You know, there are many secrets buried in the Continent of Death. Perhaps one of these secrets will give you unimaginable power. ”