Maya wanted to reason with Erin, but she didn't expect to make herself clear - Bran had already taken their line as a way out, and the intentions of her companions were not good, but they were not vicious. After all, there are arrangements in place, such as bringing people back here.

I believe that the experience of the first encounter will make everyone put away their contempt. Maybe there was no contempt from the very beginning, and it was only their group of chess pieces used for temptation that produced contempt. It's like a vague and inexplicably harsh order they received to bring her back, not even to hurt her.

Now that Maya knows, the girl is likely to be Bran's sister, another great wizard. How could such a person be hurt by them?

Compared to the great wizards, what are they? A few people will probe the truth here, reveal a little bit of their own intentions, and understand each other's attitudes by the way.

Now their mission is accomplished, right? I just don't know what kind of conditions will be offered by the people who come again.

Thinking of this, Maya was a little depressed. It's a dragon, so what does it have to do with these people, how can it be sent here as a consumable?

Then I felt that it was wrong, I was still alive and well, and I had received a lot of benefits. This body is full of vibrant, primal and pure magic, the ability to gather the magic around it at every moment.

Maya groaned weakly in her heart—the ancestral dragon! the ancestral dragon must have foreseen it, so he sent it here.

Lowering his head and looking at the pitch-black scale armor on his body, he suddenly realized that he was already a unique black dragon. Maya could even guess that the next time she would be accompanied by one or two young and healthy male dragons.

Dragons come in a variety of colors, which is related to their own magical properties. The attributes of magic are mostly affected by blood, so the color of the dragon's body is mostly mottled. There are only a very few awakening abilities, and under the influence of the ability, the colors gradually become more vivid and pure.

It is only in this dying continent that there will be deceased people in between life and death, right? Perhaps it is precisely because of this that it is possible for oneself to regain his life.

The magic in the body is primitive and pure, and the power slowly grows with the flow of magic. In a sense, its original bloodline has long since dried up with death. It is now the most primitive, one-of-a-kind black dragon born from the inky torrent.

It remembered listening to the stories of the ancestral dragon when it was a child, and it seemed that only it could hear them. For this reason, I once thought that I was different, but after many years, it still does not show any outstanding features.

Left the holy mountain and had his own dwelling. Every time I think of the stories of my childhood, as well as those vague figures, it always feels like a childhood dream. How could the ancestral dragon tell a story for it alone? And for so many years.

The sacred mountain in its eyes has always been different from other dragons, it is a place that makes it feel warm before, a place that makes it suddenly chill.

It turns out that they have already arranged everything, and they just need a female dragon with pure blood......

Seeing Maya silent for a long time, as if she was angry, Erin shook her head and showed a wry smile: "I didn't think about avoiding war, but I was worried about my status in the clan, and my advice was insignificant in their eyes. Forget that, take her back and hand her over to the clansmen to deal with. ”

Then Erin looked at Maya curiously, "You just seemed to be thinking a lot about Bran, why?"

Maya, who was awakened by Irene's words, spewed a rough breath from her nostrils, "I have no grudge against him, and he saved me after all." We dragons still value these very much, although we will not repay the favor, but we will not be cheeky to trouble him again.

Also, dragons are used to distinguishing each other by the similarity of their magic, and all my magic comes from him, so some things are inevitably tended. ”

After writing this, Maya seemed to be tired, and fell directly to the ground and posed as if she didn't want to speak. It requires sorting out a few things in the head.

It's not just it that, but Jose, the isolated island in the north, is just as confused. Stuck on this isolated island, with a lot of leisure time, all kinds of ideas and speculations pop up uncontrollably.

How could there be no record of the Barren Continent? If not, what about the dragoons and the Northlanders who spoke the same language as themselves? Why did those sacrifices think that the Northlanders were one of them?

Who is the most powerful person? José couldn't laugh at this seemingly naïve question. Reuben and many of his companions died, Maya was not known for her life or death, and the waters of the Pool of Foresight were lost.

Who is the most powerful person? José shuddered at the thought of this question lately. If she really represents the most powerful people, what good can they be?

......

Who is the most powerful person? The answer to this question satisfied Lily. In the City of Wings, Lily is sitting cross-legged on the tree bed and boredom throwing droplets of water up and down in her hands, and her image is clearly visible in the droplets.

This drop of water is very interesting, and if it is placed in a clean vessel, it is really not much different from a drop of water. But if it is thrown on the ground, or mixed with water, it becomes a completely separate entity, rejecting everything else that might affect its existence, such as dust.

It was really interesting, and what intrigued Lily even more was the message from Bran. On another continent, not far away, there is a pool of such water.

Her city seemed to be lacking such a pool for embellishment. Bran snatches a key (a large ball of water) and brings a touch of fresh moisture to Northland. And she can't be too far behind, and she should grab something for decoration.

When it arrived, Bran deliberately wrapped the drop in a lump of his flesh. If you want to make a discovery, you have to be bold, you have to take some risks. And Lily didn't believe that anything could hurt her from thousands of miles away.

That lump of flesh tasted good. It is the most primitive and pure magic, and a trace of spiritual fluctuations is contained in it. Bran needs light to maintain his balance, so he can also use darkness to stimulate light. The only thing that is embarrassing is that the younger brother finally lost his flesh and blood completely.

Bran's shield was removed, and the drop began to change slowly. Lily could feel that it was absorbing the magic around it and growing stronger. As she grows, her images in it emit bursts of light from time to time.

And the pool of foresight, which is thousands of miles away, also has a glimmer of light above the water.