Maya's light of life has become almost invisible. She is wandering between wakefulness and coma, but her thoughts are surprisingly clear.

When he was awake, he tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the two girls in front of him. Their movements, temperament, and expressions seemed to be carved from the same mold, which deeply attracted him; when he was in a coma, he would relive the time of his childhood and the gentle magic power.

Rewrapped it in dreams.

Some people have been here these days and then left shaking their heads and sighing.

Maya squirmed and moved a little closer to Zoya again. The surrounding magic power was slowly gathering around Zoya, and this was exactly what Maya needed urgently. Although it was not enough, it could still make it feel a little warm.

Erin watched Maya squirming and trying to get closer to Zoya again and again, regardless of the danger. Fortunately, Zoya was a little uneasy and didn't pay attention to these small movements.

Zoya is indeed worried about gains and losses. She is very confident in her mount. If nothing unexpected happens, Charlotte should have brought the news back to the North City. She just doesn't know how Bran will react.

Irene was concerned about the dragon's life and death, which gave her an excuse to stay. As for whether Bran could save the dragon, she didn't care. Thinking about the time, Bran should have arrived. Could it be that Charlotte got into trouble on the way?

question?

Zoya once again thought about Charlotte's possible return route, the earliest or the latest. At noon, she put a dagger with sheath on the beach, and then stared at the gradually lengthening shadow in a daze.

As the sun set, Irene lit the bonfire again, and the night slowly fell with the crackle of firewood. Looking at Zoya, who was motionless, Irene softly persuaded, "He may not be able to get away for a while."

Zoya raised her eyebrows and smiled reluctantly, and responded casually, "Yes, maybe she fell into a deep sleep in the sea of ​​magic again."

When Irene wanted to say something else, the campfire suddenly became unstable, and a familiar voice also sounded: "Say something nice, what does it mean to be asleep without waking up?"

Zoya's face instantly glowed, and she opened her mouth to complain, "Why did you come here?"

"I came here early. I saw that you were fine, and I didn't want to disturb the good time you two sisters had, so I went over there to take a look first."

Eileen looked at a cloud of gray smoke gathering and dispersing beside the bonfire, and her eyes couldn't help but widen. It was the first time she saw Bran like this. In surprise, she heard a slightly lazy greeting, "Irene

,haven't seen you for a long time."

She subconsciously responded, "Long time no see."

Then he hurriedly pointed at the dying dragon and said, "Save it!"

"Don't worry, I won't die for a while." Hearing Bran's heartless answer, Irene suddenly felt very relieved and relaxed.

Zoya interjected, "Where are the outsiders?"

"Hiding on an island. I was tracking them and came here too late."

"Kill them all?"

"No, they are a good group of observation objects." Bran threw a water drop, and Lily's face was clearly visible in the water drop. "If the reinforcements can bring similar gifts again, we will make a fortune."

"What is this? It was the warning that caused the target to escape."

"It's not clear, but the composition is very interesting. It is composed of a variety of very primitive and pure magic powers. According to them, it is the water of the pool of foresight."

"How did you know?" Zoya was a little unconvinced. She had gotten similar information from Jose and was going to use it to show off.

"The souls of those you killed are very powerful and can last for a long time, which is an advantage for me."

Zoya raised her chin and asked proudly: "Am I awesome?"

"sharp!"

Eileen on the side couldn't help but ask: "Where are they from, and will they be harmful to us?"

"The Emerald Continent is a place full of magic. Their initial target was not you, and they were not planning to attack you. However, the man who was injured by Zoya was very dissatisfied with your tip-off, and I heard him threaten to take revenge.

."

Irene was a little panicked and blamed, "Why didn't you kill him?"

"That is a good observation object, a wizard. And killing him will not have much impact on the overall situation. If you can't even deal with such a person, then what will you do with the even greater crisis that will follow?

?

You don’t have to worry too much, he won’t be able to recover in the short term. You have enough time to prepare, fight or flee.”

"You're not going to help us?"

"This is your home, and I am just an outsider. If you are not prepared to fight, why should I fight for you? When the monsters besieging the island attacked you, did you ever resist? It couldn't reach the shore, and it only

If you can flutter in the water and intimidate, have you ever shot an arrow while standing on the shore?"

Erin was a little unsure, "But will that be useful?"

"I don't know either," Bran's voice sounded a little erratic as the gray smoke swayed, "But when you asked for help, no one said it would be useless.

Believe me Erin, this is just the beginning. Even if I eliminate these people today, what about next time? Will you really be able to get through it safely?

These people are really nothing. On that strange continent, they are just a group of relatively elite warriors. This kind of loss is insignificant to there. New teams may be sent out at any time, and currently they are only limited.

Due to the lack of ships, more people cannot be dispatched at once.

And our real enemy is probably not them. Having such an opponent who is not very deadly at least gives us a target for reference and learning."

"But they are really strong." Eileen still lacked confidence.

"Compared to us, they are more like flowers growing indoors. Although they are strong and beautiful, they cannot withstand the wind and rain. Look at this dying dragon. If it were on that continent, it would recover quickly, but here it can only wait to die.

Their wizards are unable to bind the magic power around them, but this is an instinct for us. Here, just keeping their own magic power from dissipating is already a trouble for them, let alone

Continuously replenish consumption. Warriors may seem to have little effect, but in fact the effect is slow. As time goes by, they will become weaker and weaker. Just like this dragon, it will be in a weak state for a long time.

The seemingly harsh magic environment not only helps us, but is also our biggest barrier."

The gray smoke gathered and Bran revealed his figure, then he walked slowly to the position of the dragon's head and put his hand on its head. "It just needs magic power to repair its body. I don't know if my magic power can work."

Following the words, an ink-colored torrent appeared in the void, pouring directly from the dragon's head. The dragon began to struggle, becoming more and more violent and powerful. Soon, a deep ink color appeared on its scales, and a wave of
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