Chapter 290: recovery

Magic power poured out of Bran, and was swallowed by ancient trees. These primitive and pure magic powers circulate and change in the body of the ancient tree. Some become a part of the ancient tree's body, and some escape like fresh oxygen.
With the continuous influx of magic power, the transformation gradually accelerated. In order to support the consumption of transformation, new roots grew from the soles of the ancient trees and drilled into the depths of the earth. A faint mist curled out, and gradually enveloped the sleeping feathers, white wolves, and snow falcons.
The fog became thicker and thicker, and it was gradually no longer visible in it.
Danni and others have been watching from a distance. Everyone is very concerned about Gushu, an important family member. It's just that there are too many uncertain factors, and Bran doesn't let them get too close.
Mary held a slap-sized fragment in her hand, her eyes filled with hesitation and struggle. Just watching Feiyu and the others ate a bit regardless, she took advantage of the gap to get a piece.
This must be a good thing! What will happen to me? Bran also ate a piece just now, and he didn't stop when I approached, so it should be okay?
The deadly nature of the Northlanders finally prevailed. She opened her big mouth and bit down most of it. With several crisp sounds in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed.
Zach grabbed Mary's hands and asked concernedly: "Is it delicious?"
"Some dry, some crisp." Mary blinked and handed the remaining half to Zach. "You taste it too."
Zach took it, and swallowed it impatiently. Then he gave a pertinent evaluation, "No taste."
Then the couple ignored the surprised glances from the surroundings and began to look at each other affectionately, expecting a miracle to happen.
While waiting, Bran’s voice came out of the thick fog,
It seems that this thing can’t be eaten by anyone, you can try it too.

Following the words, a small pile of fragments flew towards everyone.
Mary was a little unwilling, raising her voice and asking: "Why is there no response?"
Bran said with disdain, "What reaction do you want, what does it matter if you eat that little piece? You don't even look at how Feiyu eats it?"
"Oh, give me a few more dollars."
Bran didn't talk nonsense and threw several pieces to Mary directly. Zach said immediately that he wanted it too. Unexpectedly, Bran refused, "Wait a little longer and observe for a few days. In case there are three long and two short, everyone can be prepared."
Zach...
When Mary said that she could still eat, Bran hid in the thick fog without making a sound.
Zach supported Mary, reminding her that she should learn from Feiyu and others, and sleep on the ground. Just as Mary complied with kindness and was about to fall to the ground. Bran’s sarcasm was heard in the thick fog,
It’s cold on the ground. Go to the old tree and squeeze with the white wolves to get warmer.

"Good!" I don't know if Mary didn't understand, or pretended to be confused, she actually got into the thick fog and hugged the white wolf as a pillow.
Bran's slightly helpless voice came out again, "You guys come in too, it should be these thick fog that are really good for us."
So far everything is going well. The transformation has been completely completed, and the new magic transformation method in the ancient tree has gone through several cycles again and again.
Just as Bran was about to withdraw from the spiritual connection between the two parties, he suddenly heard the sound of inhalation. It was as if someone who had been immersed in the water for a long time and could not breathe, suddenly broke through the water and took the first breath of air greedily. At that moment, he felt the space around him trembling slightly.
But the people around him did not respond.
Hallucinations? When Bran was puzzled, the old fairy Mikel appeared in front of him, with a surprised face pointing to the ground under his feet: "It's awake!"
At the same time, the roots of ancient trees suddenly accelerated their growth, and their throughput became faster and faster. It seems that the ancient tree is the first straw that is used for self-saving that this continent grabs, and it will not let go before it collects enough straw to carry it.
Bran retracted his mental connection and patted the ancient tree with a light sigh. This is a debt, and he must pay it. To be able to go all the way to the present, the guidance in the secret is indispensable. Maybe there are still many contributions he didn't know and couldn't understand.
It's just that it may not have thought that it will completely merge into the sea of ​​magic. But it still holds the key. Family and friends have taken root here, so how can they get away alone.
Mikel looked at Bran, whose expression changed, and knew that he was not in a high mood, so he changed the subject. "Don't worry. With experience, the transformation of other ancient trees will be much faster, and they will soon be everywhere here. At that time, it will no longer restrain you."
Bran shook his head, "Don't comfort me, I know what to do. Many changes can't be done overnight, I just need to start, just let the Northland live, and it will loose my partner."
Seeing the old goblin frowning, Bran smiled. Continue to say: "In fact, thinking about it now, it has never really restricted or restrained me, nor did it need to do that. Because what it needs is change, it needs to be saved by change. It's just that it has been stale for too long and it urgently needs fresh Magic. And, I believe its generosity, our ancient trees will also gain something.
And you seem to forget, my sister is the darling of this world. And my sister, and the little wizards, they are the key. "
Having said this, Bran suddenly thought of those outsiders. So he changed the subject very unkindly, "By the way, some people came from the mainland outside. What do you say, we are their lost tribe, welcome us back, especially my sister."
When the old fairy heard this, his face changed. Jumping directly on the bridge of Bran’s nose, he said sharply: "What?"
Bran raised his hand to grab the old goblin and put it on his shoulder. "After that, Zoya had a fight with them and killed many people."
Hearing the old goblin let out a breath, Bran stomped the ground: "Is this satisfied?"
While Bran was talking to the old goblin, the thick fog began to roll. Some force restricted the spread of the dense fog, so they began to pile up until the ancient trees were flooded. Then it overflowed from the upper part and slowly flowed around. As it flows further and further, the dense fog gradually dissipates.
For ordinary residents of Northland City, today is the same as before, but the wizards feel the ever-increasing changes. The magic power in the city is venting outward, and the forces that once converged and restrained them are getting weaker and weaker until they disappear completely. Wind-like power also swept across the city at this time, sweeping away the remaining magic power.
At that moment, all the wizards felt suffocated, and fear came along. The wizards unanimously put down their hands and gathered in the direction of the tower. When they were halfway, a fresh and extremely magical power hit their faces, which refreshed their spirits.
In contrast, the magic in the old city seemed to be the sewage accumulated in the stagnant pool, but now they finally saw the clear stream. Everyone hastened their pace, hoping to see the source of Qingshui as soon as possible.
Following the freshness, they quickly gathered in front of the tower. Then everyone stopped in front of the penalty zone and began to breathe greedily and devour the magic here.
Sajia hugged the fox and followed Pachu as soon as she arrived, when she saw a vine sticking out of the thick rolling fog and threw her two palm-sized pieces. At the same time, the voice of the ancient tree came from his ear, "For you, feed the fox."
After she responded, she said: "I have been sleeping lately, and you haven't had time to inquire about your affairs. And I will be very busy recently, and I won't be able to get out for a while. You can come to see me when you have time and tell stories by the way.
Seeing that Shajia nodded and agreed, a thick fog was directly covered by the old tree on Shajia, ending the conversation.
Charlotte looked enviously not far away, her expression fell into Bran's eyes, and Bran couldn't help but think of Zoya who had not returned. As a result, a thick mist fell on her.
In the next few days, the wizards gathered in front of the tower until the magic power in the city gradually recovered.