Lily sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, watching the dancing flames disappear into the embers. Nowadays, sleep is a dispensable thing for her. It was a change that evolution had brought about, a change that bothered her. The nights were too long and boring for her.

She couldn't understand why Bran was able to sit under the tree day and night. She tried, but quickly gave up.

Bored, she began to organize her equipment. There was not much equipment with me on this trip, one long knife and two short knives. The long knife is not the style she likes, and the narrow and light blade lacks the heaviness she likes. It was Bran's long knife, and he snatched it down as he was gone. When I got the weapon, I realized that I had been fooled again. The handle fits too well, and the length of the blade matches her height and arm length. Bran, playing his favorite game again.

After Bran came back from the trial, his strength was actually not bad, but he still liked to take the light and fast path. Most of Bran's weapons lack the heaviness of the Northlands. She had laughed at Bran more than once, laughing at him for not being like a man, but he was also just smiling.

Bran had advised her not to pursue the weight of the weapon. Her strength will grow, and a weapon that is too heavy will only limit her mobility. As the weight of the weapon increases, the river, the ground will be difficult to carry, and the environment itself will become the worst enemy. What she needs: a tough weapon that can withstand her strength.

Bran did it, and even with her current strength, it would be difficult to damage the weapon in the slightest. The weapon was so incredibly resilient that she even folded it in half, only to bounce back when she let go of her hand.

The two daggers have the same appearance as Bran's carry-on daggers, but they lack spirituality.

She was very fond of Bran's pair of spiritual daggers. Like a lion's tooth, thick and light. There is a nebula in the blade that slowly rotates in it, and from time to time there are stars overflowing. When spoken to them, they will also echo the sound of metal. But such a pair of short knives have an unexpected name - fragile.

When I first heard this name, I was stunned for a long time. Now, she is beginning to understand the implications.

......

A few days later, Lily arrives in the town of Sancha. Affected by the change, as the transportation artery of the Northland, today's Sancha Town can be regarded as a place where people come and go. So her arrival, without attracting the attention of others.

There is a large tree towering in the center of the town, and some children are gathering under it to play. As she approached, several leprechauns, attracted by the magic, emerged from the canopy and flew over. One of them landed on her head first, followed by her ears and shoulders.

This scene attracted people's attention, and someone recognized her: "Lily the Wizard." ”

"Who?"

"Bran's sister. ”

"Oh——, I remember. ”

The sound of talking clearly fell into her ears, and the phrase "Bran's sister" made her feel powerless. I wanted to stay here for one night, but now I have given up on it. She walked straight through the center of town, said goodbye to a few reluctant goblins, and entered the fertile grassland.

When Isa, who was sitting here, heard the news, he couldn't find Lily. Now Isaa is a little haggard, and the changes in the Northland have greatly affected Sancha Town. A large number of people pass through here, placing a huge burden on them. Hospitality is a tradition in the Northlands, but when people from far and wide gather here......

Now Isaac is almost out of the pot, but he must resist. This is not only about his personal face, but also about the face of the entire Sancha Town.

He had come back to preside over the construction of the city, but now he began to worry about everyone's food. There is no news of the people who sent out to borrow food, and it is time to return in the next few days.

......

Shortly after leaving Sancha Town, a snow falcon that died in the grass caught Lily's attention.

Something is wrong! The snow falcon's wound is not fatal, if it finds a place to hide and wait for the wound to heal a little. It was forcibly flown back when he lost too much blood and died.

She let out a long howl to relay the discovery. Later, a long whistling sound was faintly heard. After another moment, a snow falcon swooped down from the sky and landed beside her.

At this time, Lily was a little anxious and a little at a loss. She wanted to do something, but she didn't know how to do it. She has great power, but she is helpless.

Sensing his master's intentions and impatience, the bear approached the falcon's corpse and sniffed it, then tilted its head back and twitched its nose. Soon it found a clue, and the blood was scattered all the way, forming a line in the bear's perception. It let out a low roar and ran in that direction.

Lily followed closely behind the bear, and as drops of blood were discovered, the faint magical fluctuations emitted by the blood droplets gradually became familiar to her. This familiarity gradually accumulated, until a faint red line appeared in the perception, pointing into the distance. So she ran past the bear and ran faster and faster......

When Isaac and his men arrived on horseback under the guidance of the Snow Falcon, they only saw the bear running alone. As it chased the bear, the beast let out an anxious roar and continued to run with its head down.

Overtaking the galloping horses in a short distance is something that many Northlanders can do. At this time, people have not noticed the abnormality. The crowd crossed the bear and continued to chase after it. It's just that the more they chase, the more frightened they become, and they are getting farther and farther away from Lily.

When night fell, Issa and the others were completely lost, and they had to stop to rest. Soon after, the bear snorted and chased after him, and then continued to chase despite everyone's obstruction. The people had no choice but to get up and follow behind it.

In the middle of the night, they found the first corpse, the corpse of a bug. Then there were more and more corpses, and all the corpses were cut again and again.

At first, the corpse was still able to see a gesture of resistance. Later, the corpses of these insects were all split open from the back. The corpses gradually became scattered and scattered in all directions. But it still roughly maintains one direction - the Flying Swamp.

As we moved forward, the number of corpses gradually thinned. By now, everyone is aware of the seriousness of the problem. They can't go anymore and the alarm must be sounded.