"I guess we used to live together very happily. Bran said casually: "At least in your time, there was a good time, a time worth remembering. ”

"Good guess. The old goblin sat on Bran's shoulder and snuggled up to his neck.

"The taste of the Northlanders. The old goblin whispered.

This sentence made Bran let his guard down a little, and he heard too much nostalgia in this whisper. The old goblin didn't say this sentence through a spiritual connection, I'm afraid she didn't even realize it, and the momentary loss of concentration made the old goblin directly make a clear voice.

"My name is Bran. ”

"Emily, they used to whisper to me earlier. ”

......

According to the old elf whisper: at first the elves lived together with the Northlanders for many years. Living together has made the Northlanders heavily influenced by the elves - which reminds Bran of the elven garden. At that time, the people of the Northland gathered the magic power into their bodies, which became the source of their own growth and strength, and thousands of years later, this behavior penetrated into the bloodline and became instinct. Later, the goblins gradually separated from the Northlanders, and the goblins stayed in the Mogu Forest, while the Northlanders walked out and gradually occupied the fertile grasslands outside.

According to the elf's words, it is inferred that maybe the trials of the Northlanders do not necessarily need to return to the wasteland, and maybe they will still grow to the corresponding heights as long as there is enough time, but the trials have accelerated the process. The memories in the bloodline make the Northlanders instinctively return to the wasteland. But the goblin's words can only be a reference now, and the old goblin is a little unspeakable in his intuition.

As Bran felt now, it wasn't that he couldn't resist the call, at least he had suppressed it for a while. His feeling about the wasteland was simply that there was food and that he could feed his needs.

Or maybe there are some other deep-seated reasons that he may understand when he enters the wasteland.

The common origin of the two races, the common ancestral land, should be a wasteland, and the two tribes left there together. So, what caused the two clans to leave the wasteland together?

......

Bran pointed to the goblins flying overhead and asked, "Whisper, will there be any more joining?"

The old goblin was stunned when he heard Bran say the name Whisper, a little nostalgic, a little emotional. "Yes, it's rare to have someone like you in the Northland. ”

"Let's discuss and send everything you want. It's such a big place, first come, first served. Bran let go completely, or rather a tentative.

The old goblin smiled, "It has nothing to do with size, since you are so generous." ”

"It's not that I'm generous, I'm trying to pull a batch of cushions. Whether the trial can come back alive or not is two words. ”

"No one can guarantee anything. ”

"What are these star clusters?" Bran asked, realizing that the leprechauns knew they didn't need to hide, and began to take over them.

"A material, an intermediate form of life and magic. It looks like you've killed many wizards. ”

"No, just a few. Most of the others are obtained from the fertile grasslands, and if they are found to be able to assimilate, they are easily captured. What's the use?"

"It's not of much use to you. Washed by the tides of your magic, these starlights will only grow purer and purer and eventually become a part of your life. Oh, it's still somewhat useful, forgetting that the lifespan of the Northland people is not very long, and it will increase your lifespan a bit.

These starlights are the best nests for elves, but don't worry, the leprechauns just live in them and won't have a bad effect on you. ”

Bran said with a hint of ill-will, "I wondered, what would happen if Starlight was taken into his body?"

The elf whispered a glance at Bran, "Once you've become a lair, it doesn't matter if you put it inside or when you release it. ”

"I guessed before that my body was just a passageway. Some things are just appearances, but they still feel a little weird. ”

......

Bran didn't know how the goblins transmitted the message, but after a short while, Bran saw thousands of goblins flying out of the big tree in the middle of the garden in front of him.

Bran opened his mouth wide as he watched as the goblins formed a tornado and converged in this direction. He wondered if one day, his body would form a door, and so many goblins would fly out.

Then, Bran's spiritual world resounded with the greetings of countless old goblins, and he felt a buzzing in his head, and he felt that he would die in the next moment. Then all of his mana, along with the web of mana, instantly shrank into a ball in his body, cutting off all contact with the outside world. The elves seemed to notice his situation and all stopped greeting, and Bran felt silence fall, two streaks of blood coming from his nostrils......

Bran felt what it felt like to be a sorcerer watching him when he was counterattacked. Fortunately, he hadn't exceeded his limit just now. And now that his spirit and magic web are tightly integrated, even if he wants to be like those wizards, his body instinctively discards his abilities for self-preservation, he can't do it. If when he first awakened, the ability was added to the body, then in his current situation, the body has become a part of the ability.

Now Bran knew that the record was wrong, that these goblins were not harmless, at least not to him now. If he harbors malicious intent, this group of goblins can definitely make him want to die. Although he could withdraw his mana back into his body and shrink into a ball to shield him from external shocks, that moment still made him more vigilant. After the evolution of his own ability, he gained benefits and expanded his ability, but he also developed a flaw. It seems that the magic net protects his whole person inside, but as the spirit and the magic net gradually merge, his spirit also releases the protection with the opening of the magic net.

Most of the goblins came to see the excitement, and according to the goblins, the last Northland people who could entrust their children were about three or four hundred years ago, and even for a race with a long life span like goblins, it seemed too long. So when they heard that a little northerner wanted to meet everyone, they happily accepted the invitation.

Bran generously sent out an invitation, and invited the old goblins and little goblins present to have a meal, and he extended his magic tide to the limit, you're welcome, taste them all.

The old goblin at the head commented: "Infiltration, perception, assimilation, feedback, memory, copying, fuzzy control, adapting to magic and changing form, this is a good taste, you can also taste it." When was the last time you ate that Northlander, that kid didn't eat ......"

Bran was still more experienced, and the tides in his magic net rose and fell, pushing outward wave after wave, only gradually these tides rose into patches of mist, spreading in all directions. Bran's actively extended magic tide finally broke through the limit, only this time it was not his magic tide, but the mist rising from the tide. Although the fog is not as thick and condensed as the tide, it also covers more than ten meters around.

Now Bran was convinced of the fact that these elves had once coexisted with the Northlanders. Only complementarity and reciprocity are the basis for symbiosis. As the elves ate, the familiarity from the depths of the blood began to become clear. His magic is not a one-sided supply, his magic begins to communicate with the outside world, begins to breathe, begins to swallow. His magic seemed to have come to life, no longer just an extension of his will.

Magic doesn't come out of nowhere, and although the exact transformation process is unknown, the apparently increased amount of food is proof of this. As Bran's abilities evolved, so did his meals. And when Bran heard the call of the wasteland and the power of the bloodline began to awaken, this hunger had reached an irrepressible level. Now he felt his hunger pangs ease, and the mana he had consumed was being restored through communication with the outside world.

It's a good feeling, Bran sighed in his heart.