Chapter 83: Observed

A few days later they crossed the mountains and reached the wasteland. Bran was standing at the mountain pass, quietly looking down at the vast basin in the mountains.
Bran pointed to the wasteland and asked, "How do you feel?"
Dia said, "It's alive."
Bran then asked: "Which direction does the call come from?"
Everyone pointed to the foot.
The feeling here is indeed alive, as if there is a giant sleeping under the wasteland, and his sleeping breathing drives the ups and downs of the magic in the wasteland. But Bran knew that this was just an illusion created by the flow of magic.
For the wasteland, Bran felt familiar and cordial from the blood. The magic in the wasteland and the magic in the flesh began to echo, and the magic in the flesh began to flow slowly. This is a way of magic power that is completely different from ability, a way of purely strengthening the physical body. He could not help secretly rejoicing, but fortunately he came by himself.
Bran sat down, experiencing it carefully. It turns out that the wasteland not only provides an environment for magic absorption, but also a template, a method of magic application.
Bran's abnormal behavior made the cousins ​​a little helpless. But after getting along before, they already knew each other, so they finally took on the responsibility of guarding each other between their companions, standing near Bran and began to guard.
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Bran, who was awake, asked, "Do you feel the magic in your body changing?"
"We are not wizards, we don't feel the magic." Dia reminded.
Bran patted his head, "Is that so, how does your body feel?"
Samp and Sanna gave the most concise answer: "Hungry."
Bran took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to vomit blood, prompting: "The sensation of the body's limbs, the sensation of cold and heat, or the feeling of throbbing in the body."
Bran greeted several innocent big eyes...
Bran decided to change the way and drew the magical route that he just wrote down. It was a simple route and not complicated. He wanted to try pure visualization, it was not feasible, this is a kind of exercise method in the previous life, focus on a certain part of the body, until he can really produce some subtle control or feelings on the body.
Bran prompted: "According to this route, carefully experience and feel the changes in your body."
The cousin is still unclear, so: "What do you experience?"
Bran took a deep breath again, no longer intending to say it, and at the same time a little frustrated: "Forget it, do it whatever you want, this method may improve strength."
This sentence had the effect he wanted. The cousins ​​immediately brightened their eyes and began to learn how Bran was when they were resting, closing their eyes and trying to visualize.
Taking this free time, Bran carefully sensed the already insignificant call in the wasteland, pointing straight to the depths of the wasteland in that direction.
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Difficulty, this is what Bran felt when he walked into the wasteland, as if standing in a huge wave, being pushed back and forth by the tide. The external magic power was washed away and began to turbulent and deform, which made him feel a little dizzy. Bran tried forcibly against it for a while, and then had to give up this self-defeating behavior.
Now he gave up the confrontation, letting his own magic net like waterweeds, fluctuating with the magic in the wasteland. The dizziness disappeared, and Bran felt like he was floating in a sea of ​​magic. He shook his head and let out a laugh. Recently, his strength has increased too fast and he has lost control. I'm just a swimming fish in the water, why would I want to fight against the water?
"What's wrong with you?" Dia asked concerned.
"Nothing, a little problem."
"It doesn't feel like a small problem, your face is a little pale."
"You are jealous that my face is always whiter than you."
"Seriously, don't be kidding." Dia wanted to be serious.
"Don't worry, it's okay."
In this closed environment, it is too conducive to the accumulation of magic. The meteors that year destroyed all life here, but the magical power operation mode here has been inertially retained. When the destruction is over, new life grows and develops in this environment, and begins to adapt and strengthen it continuously.
Bran began to breathe slowly and deeply, feeling the changes in his body. Now the cousins ​​have begun to subconsciously take Bran as the head, and will imitate some of his behavior from time to time, so a few people also learned Bran's way to take a deep breath, a sense of freshness shocked them.
Watching the movements of the people around him, Bran asked casually: "How do you feel?"
Dia replied: "Very good."
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For the next two or three days, it was fairly calm. Several people hunted together every day, gradually adapting to the environment. Just when Bran thought he would go through the trial without risk, the cousins ​​began to become irritable, and this situation became more and more obvious over time.
Bran can only try to comfort a few people, he hopes to delay for a few more days, so that their bodies can be better adapted and cushioned. So these days, he went all out to catch more prey to satisfy the growing appetites of several people.
A few days later, Dia said to Bran: "I heard the call, I am leaving."
Call of fart! Bran looked at his cousin, joking: "Are you puberty?"
But the cousin's unclear look made Bran lose the mood of joking.
Bran could perceive the obvious changes in the bodies of several people. Almost every day, the strength of the body is increasing rapidly, but too fast growth will inevitably cause some imbalances. Looking at the more and more irritable people, even Bran felt that he had lost patience.
Sighing, Bran knew that he couldn't stop him, so he said, "Be careful on the road."
A few days later, several people left Bran one after another.
Bran understands the reason why even if the partners enter the wasteland, they often separate. When they adapt to the changes in their bodies and regain their sanity, it is the time to complete the trial. This period is very dangerous. Without rational self-control, risks will increase. Fortunately, the intuition of the Northlanders played a certain remedial role at this time, and the ever-increasing strength also improved the ability to protect themselves. As long as they can stay awake, they should be able to complete the trial.
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Bran left the little bear on the edge of the wasteland, hid the tiger skins and other trophies that came along, and then began to drive lightly. He was going to rush towards that subtle one as fast as he could, still calling his own direction.
Bran is no longer fit to stay here. In this environment, magic is like a large amount of food forcibly poured into the stomach, making the body have to digest and absorb. For other teenagers, because the body is in urgent need of replenishment, the absorption rate can keep up with this forced indoctrination. But for Bran, it was a very painful torture.
He knows that when he reaches adulthood, the body's protective mechanism is turned on again, and this forced indoctrination will be isolated. At that time, he could enter here relatively easily, but his irrepressible curiosity drove him. This is not wise. What he should most do now is to return to the castle, inform the Duke of the harvest, and convey the wish of the goblin to return to all the northerners.
Bran made an excuse for himself. I just went to take a look, and then returned to my home and my manor as quickly as possible.
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Bran ran and jumped, venting his strength. From time to time, there was a long roar, which shocked all the possible ferocious animals on the road. The closer to the center, the stronger the magic power. Bran wanted to reduce the burden on the body through rapid consumption, but every deep breath and every meal would quickly replenish these consumption, and a kind of hotness filled the whole body. Now, this has formed a bad cycle, violent consumption has promoted the body's absorption of magic power, but if it is not consumed, the body's over-saturated magic power will cause a huge burden on the body.
Bran began to travel day and night, and he became irritable and his eyes became bloodshot. Fortunately, he was accompanied by the black cat Huahua, and the purring from time to time pulled Bran back from the state of losing control. And any predators, big and small, who refused to evade on the way forward, became the target of him and Huahua to vent...