The hovering Nag did not fall into the camp, but crossed it and fell into the distance. After landing, there was no stop, and I went straight to the mountains in the distance.

This scene shocked Mera and many demons in the camp. Time can indeed hide memories, make people no longer think of those things they don't want to face anymore, but it can't make people completely forget.

Now the distant swarm has finally awakened these memories, as well as the fears. As they had been for more than a decade, they did not hesitate and set off almost instinctively following the footsteps of the swarm.

......

"What are those?"

Seeing that the demons in the camp seized the last chance to disappear into the distance, Lily was finally in the mood to ask questions.

"Really, I don't know. ”

Sensing that the gaze around him was a little unkind, Bran casually beckoned a group of wild bees: "Have you noticed? Ink, space, and phantom flower branches, the three kinds of magic are all reflected in this group of small things." Of course, there are countless other magical powers, but they are too rare.

I certainly have the ability to remove these impurities, but are they really impurities?

Magic always finds a way out, doesn't it?

I decided not to worry about that, but to set a vague direction and see what could be bred. ”

The wild bee in front of you was immediately kneaded into a ball and finally formed a seed.

"That's it, a seed. ”

Qian Rui corrected in time, "I feel more like a cocoon." ”

"Well, as long as you're happy, call it anything. ”

As he spoke, a cloud of inky magic turned into a mist that enveloped it.

"You see, that's it. For the first time, I stopped deliberately carving, hoping for something surprising. ”

Qian Rui was a little puzzled, "What if there were no surprises, or if nothing was born?"

"Then try something else. ”

"I mean, the believers in the camp have been shocked by the momentum you've caused, how are you going to end up?"

Bran sneered, "They, I need to think about how to end up in front of them, but now it's up to you to think about how to end up."

After all, those beliefs have nothing to do with me, and there are no believers in the camp from the Dark Nights. ”

As he spoke, the seed had cracked, and a miniature version of the scythe hand had emerged. Bran exhaled, "That's it, it seems that the results of the gestation are stable. ”

Looking at the scene in front of her, Lily hurriedly asked, "By the way, how did they cause harm?"

"Souls, their scythes can transform between the virtual and the real, and can directly harm or even take it away through the flesh. The scythe is a part of the body that was transformed before death, like a poisonous needle on a bee's tail, and is a natural means of attack. ”

Lily suddenly thought of something, and casually summoned a huge cloud of bees. This immediately drew Bran's displeasure: "Hey, what are you going to do? It's already consumed a lot, and you need to give them some time to multiply." ”

"You know, just want to do a similar experiment, hurry up and help me make a cocoon. You probably haven't thought about what other people's magic can do, right?

Slow down, don't rush! At least let's see the process. In the future, you don't have to bother to do it yourself, we will directly call on the power of the magic network to complete it. ”

In a few breaths, the bee cloud had been compressed into a cocoon more than half a human high, and then a cloud of light and mist encompassed it. However, unlike what Bran had shown before, the light mist was consumed at a rapid rate.

Bran couldn't help but sigh softly, and immediately looked at it closely. The others became nervous and stretched their necks together. This time, the gestation time was much longer than before, but no one felt impatient. Instead, out of curiosity, full of anticipation.

In anticipation, the cocoon slowly spreads. It's like finding the fabric at the end of the thread and unraveling it layer by layer.

No, not unraveling, but turning into golden wings and slowly opening. Beneath the wings is a kneeling figure with a great sword in his arms, its appearance hidden in shadow by its gray-white hood.

"What a rare piece of good material!" exclaimed before Lily hurriedly stopped the others who were about to move, "don't rush to experiment, as Bran just said - give them some time to multiply." ”

......

By the time his wings slowly spread, Bran had already realized that he was going to cheapen these little bastards again. So quietly, a group of beehives were moved to the grassland in the netherworld.

With the arrival of the hive, Bran's figure slowly appears in front of Stan.

"Long time no see. ”

Stan smiled wryly, "I've been in your hands, why haven't I seen you for a long time, and what do you want to do this time?"

"It's just a matter of making the best use of things, it's a bit monotonous to always fiddle with these flowers and plants, and by the way, how about helping me take care of the bee colony?"

"Listen to the young people say that you are used to following the fairness of wizards. I've been a bit hard working all these years......"

Bran couldn't help but laugh and interrupted, "More than ten years ago, you didn't think about giving me a fair chance, how can I give you a fair chance now?"

"I've heard that many people have been pardoned. ”

"Because those people are useless to me, but you are of great use to me. You are one of the few people who can see through the nature of my power at a glance, knowing that it is a crippled, paranoid life force.

Of course, this is not to say that you are very smart, just that you also have some kind of life force in your hands, just like this lush green grass under our feet. ”

"No, I didn't see through the nature of your power at a glance, it was the undead who inspired me. ”

"Okay, but you've piqued my interest anyway. It's just that I haven't been able to get out of my body and observe and study you. But don't worry, I might have time soon. ”

Stan shuddered, begging but stopped, knowing it wouldn't work.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to cut you into a few pieces, it's just a matter of long-term observation and research. As you can understand, this kind of research takes a long time. ”

Stan asks, almost groaning, "How long is it?"

Bran spread his hands, "It's been about this ...... so long"

Blocking some of Stan's extravagant hopes, Bran continued, "But I'm not going to restrict your freedom in this world, and I hope to feel better when I hear this." ”