Chapter 298: support

Today's Wisdom City is a bit sluggish, and Clay can't help but feel a little sigh as he walks on the empty street. In the struggle for interests, they balance and protect each other. Although they are unhappy, they can also take care of the overall situation.
Baz happily handed over everything, and seemed to walk out of here openly, but had already arranged a way out. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ge Yin would be so decisive, and only sent back a message in a guessing tone and disappeared into the vast sea. It was with this news that she was not caught off guard.
Nanjiao and Lianhai made a vow, saying that under their brave and tenacious resistance, the enemy had suffered heavy losses and had to stop advancing. But what the scholars returned was disturbing news, and the enemy took the initiative to stop the attack and began to prepare.
After learning the news, Clay immediately notified the other forces.
For a few days, she suspected that it was the demons who bypassed the North Land and killed them from the sea, but the subsequent news denied this speculation. It was a group of completely strange humanoids.
They are gone, and she can only take care of many things. In the past, it was possible to relieve some of the pressure through arguing, but now it can only gradually feel overwhelmed by silent tolerance.
Therefore, the news was sent to all parties before the situation was understood. She is not clear about the number of offenders or their specific combat power. In this way, inexplicable messages for help were sent to all parties through her hands.
The news has been sent out for many days, and all forces have responded, except the Northland. Since the sudden emergence of wizards in the North, those who are familiar with war have understood that the era of relying on human tactics has passed. Therefore, they are now in great need of the help of the wizards of the North, even if they are sending out a few bad guys from the North City. But the Northland City was quiet, and people even suspected that Bran hadn't communicated the news to the Northland at all.
Bran in Northland City did not conceal the news, and even reported the news to the tribe as quickly as possible. It was just that Bran used the command tone for the first time, prohibiting the tribe from going south.
For his sister, Bran is even more concerned. Let her restrain those little wizards, and don't act rashly without knowing the details of each other. Accompanying the news was the drop of water from the Pool of Foresight and some of his conjectures. To find it blatantly, there must be some support.
Looking at the Northland without any response, many people can understand.
In the past countless years, scholars have actively participated in operations against the demons. Now in the face of sudden aggression, all forces have the obligation to lend a helping hand. But the Northland is different. The Northland has never had any alliance with them. Therefore, this kind of request for help without any detailed report is a bit rude to the North.
And the price? Since Northland is not obliged to help all parties, this kind of assistance must also require explicit remuneration. Even if they are not paid, they at least explain the stakes.
But scholars cannot do it yet. A lot of news needs to be confirmed and evaluated, as well as discussions and communication with several parties. This is not something that scholars can decide unilaterally.
Nanjiao and Lianhai might still have some illusions, so they won't move. And the Cedar Kingdom behind them, it is impossible for these two countries to make a stand. The scholars were anxious, but they couldn't think of a good way.
Anya and other countries have symbolically sent some knights to the Cedar Kingdom, and the liaison personnel of several countries stationed in the Northland City have also begun to move around.
Some news spread to everyone, and some young wizards began to eagerly try.
Pachu finds Bran for this, hoping that he can stop this momentum. At least be warned and remind some restless people-don't forget what this place is.
Bran looked at Pachu and asked, "Where is this?"
"The City of Wizards."
"Yes, the city of wizards. We can't restrict the freedom of wizards. Since some people want to go, let them go."
"But what about those who spread rumors and instigate?"
"Is it a rumors? You should know that most of these news are true. Even if many speculations and inferences, most of them come from these news.
If you want to verify whether these guesses and inferences are correct, you have to pay some price. "
Pachu looked up at Bran, he felt a faint smell of blood from these words. Bran, who has always been caring for wizards, suddenly changed his attitude, which made Pachu aware that things were unusual.
Facing Pachu’s gaze, Bran lightly changed the subject:
We are wizards. When we follow in the footsteps of the forerunners, we need to believe that they are right. Even if that’s not necessarily right, the magic will find a way out. Make some interesting changes. Then we will realize that it is not all right.
But no matter whether it is right or wrong, as a wizard, I will eventually adapt to changes in magic, even if this is a way of no return. What's more interesting is that magic is everywhere, even for behaviors that seem to have nothing to do with magic, such as those rumors.
We wizards are protected by our own magic, just like their masters. Have you ever thought about it, if not? What if everything about us is under their control?
Magic powers everything, if I were only a slave to some insignificant magic power. So what reason do I have to prevent other magic powers from exercising their will? "
Bran pointed to his head, "I can't stop it, and I don't want to stop it. The wizard must adapt to the changes of magic in the confrontation, and maintain a clear consciousness in the confrontation.
Those young wizards have recently increased their power too fast, have been lost in the magic, and have begun to be complacent about their power, even in the face of your advice, they still ignore them. "
Bran stretched out a finger and clicked in front of his eyes. That finger instantly disappeared from Pachu's eyes, sinking into the void. "Since you have persuaded, then I don't want to say more. The tributaries of magic are roaring here, let me take care of my business."
Realizing that Pachu looked at himself like a lunatic, Bran smiled silently. Suddenly his arm exploded and turned into a plume of ash to envelop Pachu.
As the world turned around, Pachu realized that he was in a river of black ink. The river is endless, deep and bottomless, and he is being swept down by the waves...
The ash dissipated, Pachu stood there in despair. Later, he bowed to Bransch in a five-body throwing posture. This ceremony was because Bran allowed him to see the real magic, an unimaginable world.
Also because he found that the black river seemed to be Bran. The familiar magical fluctuations and breath are no different from Bran in front of him.
Finally, a young wizard walked out of Northland City, accompanied by the blessings of other young people, and the complicated and heart-ache gazes of the white robes.