Chapter 308: myth

Zoya was a little uneasy in Northland City, and Bran said that she needed to bring flowers to deal with some things. Bran still looked heartless, but she felt a heavy pressure.
She said she was carrying flowers, but after looking around, she couldn't find out where the flowers were hidden. Bran took the opportunity to pat her head and said half-truth, "Grow up soon, I need your help."
"Where? I can help you now."
When she said this very confidently, Bran shook her head and turned away, "Okay, I have to listen to Dany when I'm away, and guard our home."
She didn't know what Bran had confessed to Dani, but Dani's face gradually turned gloomy. And the only thing that can make Danny so nervous is the safety of Bran and Huahua, so she guessed what Bran was going to do. It was indeed very dangerous, and she was not able to participate.
At that moment, Zoya understood that Bran really wanted her to grow up and become his powerful helper. In today's situation, the Northland seems aloof, but in fact it is surrounded by enemies on all sides.
When Dany asked everyone to take care of the horses, the ancient tree's magic power began to slow down.
The resident construction of Baipao is still in full swing, but Pachu and Baz are obviously absent-minded.
The city is now loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and the two of them have also received orders. Pachu was asked to gather the wizards in the city and follow Dany's arrangements at any time. Baz was asked to follow the white robe.
The two who had no intention of working, began to focus on the things they were most interested in. Buzz began to look down at his body and experience the changes.
Before, Bran suddenly approached him and told him that the final moment had arrived. When he was prepared to welcome the new student in panic, Bran gave a suggestion. A suggestion that allows him to maintain his physical body.
At the same time, remind him that this may have some side effects, because as a mortal, he doesn't have much affinity with magic, and there is no mechanism to operate magic in his instinct. At the same time, the soul needs the fire of life to bind it in the body, and his life fire has already begun to weaken, so it is uncertain whether the magic power can reignite his life fire.
Baz just asked, what if it fails? Bran pointed in the direction of Sandstone City, a dead man without a physical body. Hearing this answer, Baz didn't care, because he had never asked for immortality in the flesh.
Everything went well after that, at least in Baz's view.
He looked around now, as if through a layer of imperceptible crystal. Although it was still clear, the sense of barrier lingered.
Pachu watched the whole process and looked confused. In his opinion, Bran strangled Baz extremely rudely, perhaps because he hadn't killed thoroughly enough. After a while, the old fellow Baz recovered.
Is this over? With doubts, Pachu touched Baz up and down, ignoring the opponent's resistance and struggle. How should I put it, Buzz's body is slowly absorbing magic.
He cast his gaze on Bran, trying to figure it out. Bran asked him, "How small is the small in your heart? How big is the big in your eyes?"
Pachu thought for a long time, first pointed to the omnipresent dust around him, and then pointed to the earth under his feet.
Bran looked at him, "There is a world you can't resemble, it's vast; here is just the insignificant dust around Fanxing. I don't know how small this world is or how big this world is, but I know it never The end."
"Is he immortal now?" Pachu asked the question he cared most.
"I don't know, the fire of his life is too weak. Maybe we have to wait until the fire of life goes out and wait until his soul leaves the body before we can take a closer look."
"What is the fire of life?"
"I don't know, but I can see that it is a beam of light and power emanating from the body. It can block you and me from prying, and it is a barrier to the body against magic. There are many more that I can't handle. A clear purpose, but only living creatures will have this kind of flame."
"Does he have it too?" Pachu pointed to Baz to confirm it again.
"Yes."
"Then is he dead or alive?"
"Live, just treat him as alive." Bran was not sure, "His heart is still beating, and his blood is still flowing."
Listening to the conversation, Buzz always felt something was wrong. The explanation about the fire of life made him think more and more contradictory. Bran is probably in big trouble, so he will complete the agreement in advance.
But where will he go?
There are many unknown secrets recorded in the City of Wisdom, and he only ventured through the legends. And he really wants to gain eternal life, and it is not a bad thing to take refuge in a new under the premise of eternal life. Even if he guessed wrong, he got the immortality he wanted most.
According to legend, there used to be immortal gods on the continent, and mortals were nothing but ants in front of them. Buzz thought it was just the imagination of fools, until Bran and his sister appeared before the world.
It was then that he suddenly realized why there is an almost stubborn rule in the inheritance-the myth as the first lesson of enlightenment.
No one takes it seriously, at least generations of scholars have never cared about this rule. Most of them were perfunctory and spent very little time telling the story. When faced with children who were curious and yearned by the story, most of the subsequent questions ended with reprimand. But this mythology that aroused their curiosity is firmly rooted in memory.
During that time, many people searched for those legends in the dusty library. With the reference in reality, there is a basis for comparison and verification. The once unbreakable cognition is gradually shattered, and even scholars who have always been known for their rationality have begun to panic. From unbelief to blind faith, the City of Wisdom has become distracted in a short period of time.
The high towers in the Northland City have been rising from the ground, which has confirmed the credibility of myths and legends, so he can quickly gather nearby scholars and continue to maintain his appeal.
The story says that the gods do not care about the wealth and rights of the world, they are more concerned about the stability of the ethnic group and the balance of the world. They gathered the most loyal group of people to their sides and executed their will in the world. At that time, the mainland was thriving...
But the ending of the story is sad. The gods of the two camps are at war. There was no ultimate victor on both sides, a group of evil beings hidden in the dark attacked them.
They robbed all of the gods, killed their loyal family members, and returned home proudly holding up the body of the gods. Without the favor of the gods, the mainland began to fall silent and began to wither.
But hope has always been there. Some gods predicted their own fall, predicted that the mainland will breed new gods, and the evil gods will also come...
The story says this will be an endless cycle, but the story does not tell the ending of this cycle.