Chapter 519: In the twilight

Not only is Dany trying to find a breakthrough, the entire Northland is in this state. While alien wizards and ordinary people pin their hopes on unfamiliar land, the people of the North are thinking about how to make use of everything available.
In the twilight, Vincent stood motionless on the tall city wall in the west, but sweat kept pouring and rolling off his head. Vincent has been in a complicated mood since he heard of the breakthrough. Envy and shame are like a thorn, deeply rooted in the heart.
He also has weapons, also from Bran.
It is difficult to distinguish between the advantages and disadvantages of weapons. It's not that it can't be distinguished, but it's reluctant. Every weapon that Bran creates is a work of great effort. Even if it is handed over to Bran's judgment, no conclusion can be drawn.
Bran distinguishes between good and bad weapons, mostly through the breath of life, so his conclusions are inexplicable. For example, "Well, it's alive." Or "It needs to be nourished for a while, and spirituality will emerge." But these seem to be of little use to fighters.
After all, a weapon depends on its own attributes, hardness, toughness, etc. But Brando was innocent when he mentioned this, and he opened his hands to show that he didn't know. Then you don’t need a tone of voice to suggest, don’t you know if you knock with all your strength?
No one will accept this kind of advice, and the usual care and maintenance are not enough. How can you risk damage for this. Full force? It's not a fight between life and death.
Over time, people naturally know that most of the weapons flowing out of Bran's hands are not superior or inferior.
Since it is not a weapon, it can only be due to its own reasons.
Vincent didn't want to admit that he was inferior to heavy axe, in his eyes that was a and foodie. Although she didn't want to, she had to admit that she was still a very good vixen.
Poor Aisa! Vincent could not help but waited for a moment of silence. Immortality may be endless torture for some people. I thought that after gritting my teeth, decades have passed. It doesn't even take decades to fall into the war with the demons.
Unexpectedly, he won eternal life.
Immortality...
Poor Isa, now hiding in Silverpine Town, is reluctant to go home.
It is such a person who has found a new path.
Vincent is really not convinced! He believes that there must be other ways and solutions. The wizards must know, but they don't know it. Everything needs to be discovered by themselves, even innovation.
Vincent began to recall what Bran had said to him, what Lily had said, and those little wizards who were showing their sharp edges. The first memory is Bran’s villa...
So he remembered that Bran had mentioned the wasteland and the magic power flowing there. I even asked him why he didn't run in the body.
Vincent did not remember what he said, but he already knew how to do it. Take the initiative to run magic power in the body, and use it to stimulate the strength of the body.
It's easy to say, but hard to do. This reminded him of Bran's pale face. Even the wizard was equally difficult at the beginning, not to mention him, a veteran warrior with little talent.
Bit by bit, consciously control the operation of magic. During the jerky operation, occasionally many unexplainable illusions will be born.
what is that?
Vincent asked the mage at home and the ancient tree. With joy on their faces, they said that it was a whisper of magic. Unfortunately, he didn't understand, let alone understand.
Has the magic started to guide me?
Vincent was dubious about this, just because all this happened a bit quickly. He knows how Heavy Axe is trained. Compared with Heavy Axe's concentration and obsession, his contribution is too insignificant.
It runs over and over again, but no one can complete the operation. Vincent thought about giving up, but couldn't bear it. Wanting to give up is not a lack of perseverance, but he also doesn't know whether this is feasible.
Before, he just wanted to move forward in silence until he cleared this path. But its own ancient tree is obviously not a suitable subject for inquiry. It even leaked the news before it really succeeded.
As a result, Vincent felt the pressure. First, he was afraid that the road would not work, and secondly, he was worried that someone would be the first to achieve a complete operation.
He wants to be the first person, like a heavy axe-a great warrior who can be remembered.
The original half-belief has become a race against time at all costs.
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In Sancha Town at this time, the heavy axe was sitting on the martial arts field, with her beloved sword axe in front of her. The old tree in the town had already told everyone about Vincent's discovery.
What others think is unclear. She was only delighted, because this discovery did not conflict with her path, but rather greatly promoted.
The magic power flows back and forth between the body and the axe, all of which have many similarities with Vincent's ideas. It's just that Vincent treats the body as a closed loop, and the magic is only stimulating and refining himself.
Zhongxue knew that this method must be feasible, because she had already completed the operation. It's just that she thinks this honor should belong to Vincent, she doesn't want to, and doesn't bother to grab it.
Wasteland, who is more familiar with it than their generation? In the trial of life and death, many things have already turned into instincts and deeply imprinted in the body. It's just that I haven't realized it before.
Many things are like this, and only when you realize it can you play its value. Vincent helped their generation realize that this glory can only belong to him.
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In Northland City, Bran hugged Meow and sat down at the dinner table, listening to the complaints of everyone.
"In other words, you had a similar idea a few years ago." Mary continued with a grudge, "It's just a bad memory, right?"
Bran shook his head, "I have a good memory, I just didn't think about it. And none of you said that I want to dance with swords forever."
"As a Northlander, do I need to think about it? We are born to be the best warriors."
Bran raised his voice and asked, "Okay! Who else thinks he is born a samurai?"
Seeing everyone agreeing unanimously, Bran put Meow on the dinner table. Then he affirmed: "Well, not bad! This kid is born a samurai material, I am going to pass on my best sword technique to him."
Mary reacted first, and immediately flattered. The tone also changed: "But our family is special, otherwise it would not be detached from the edge of the Northland.
Everyone in the family is born for magic, we are born, magic messengers. "
Others also reacted and said one by one, "Yes! We are born, envoys of magic."
Seeing Miao Miao trying to stretch out her hands, Bran took him back smoothly. At the same time nodded in satisfaction, "This kid is like me, born a magic messenger."
Then he clapped his hands and laughed, making everyone inexplicable.
"Okay! Good name!" Bran increased his tone, "Magic messenger, the person who will leave the family in the future is the magic messenger."