Vol 4 Chapter 80

He was dressed in a holy white shirt, a silver armor, holding a spear and a war halberd. The pattern on the spear is a beautiful temple cross, and the war halberd is like a sharp spear with unfolded wings. Below it is a swallowtail flag tied to the gun. The flag is painted with a cross, heavy sun, angels and saints.

On the flag, ‘tuiennsiorchumree’ is written in swash text, which means the holy sword under the light.

There were elves, pointed ears, and long blond hair in braids. Their warhorses also wore white robes, painted with the texture of the sun's thorns.

The whole team was shrouded in dazzling white light, slowly moving forward in the forest, but silent, making this picture look strange.

"Lord Lord, Lord Lord!" Meditis pulled him twice before letting him return. Brando breathed a sigh of relief. This is the Paladin of the Knights of Gretius. It is exactly the same as he has seen in Amber. No, it may be that one.

"Rosa!" Someone in the team screamed, and a knight stumbled out of the team. "Rosa, Rosa? Where are you going?"

"Stop him!" Brando suddenly responded, but the person next to him stepped a little slower, and the knight quickly disappeared into the dark forest. The team suddenly became agitated, he quickly reminded loudly: "Don't look over there, it's a fantasy in the mind, it only exists in your memory. Those are the dreams of the unnamed people, entwined with your dreams Together, if you are tempted, you will be with them and replaced by them-- "

Brando had already established prestige in the previous battle. His words made everyone stunned, and the team really stabilized a lot. But Brando still saw someone slow down, and if he was a little confused, he would be swallowed up by the forest.

Brando quietly asked Nimesis to count the number of people, but only a few minutes, the entire team was seven fewer. He knew those people would never come back, and they would wander all day long in a dream that the living can never find. Until death, the soul will linger here.

He sighed.

"Those who are not steadfast." Nemesis was cold, and she pursed her lips. The contours of the face under the dark hair became clear.

Brando looked back at the Knights with a little discomfort: "No one dares to say that he can never waver, and everyone has an important person or thing in his heart-"

"Because of this. They were shaken by the belief that they should hold fast. Hank's fiancee Rosa was waiting for him to return. Corinth had two sons and a daughter, but they couldn't hold their faith in their loved ones—" Nei Mississy's voice went down: "I chose them because I thought they were the best knights. I thought they could survive and go back."

Brando froze, and he suddenly saw Nimesis' look very lonely: "Are you angry with this?"

"No, it's just that I misread people and hurt them." The horsewoman replied softly, and she gave Brando a cold look. Turn around and leave.

Brando stood for a moment until someone patted him on the shoulder. He looked back and saw Feras' handsome but unscrupulous face. "Master, you are truly amazing. Even Ms. Nemesis dares to provoke. The legendary woman is a barbed rose-but Ms. Nemesis must have only thorns and no fragrance of roses." The young knight was mysterious. Xi said.

Brando gave the guy a bad look: "But I see it as if you were talking to her a few days ago?"

Feralas shrugged. Without the embarrassment of being disassembled, he replied solemnly: "Because of this, I can understand this profoundly."

Brando stared at the guy.

"Because she kicked him hard." Laurenna's voice came from behind. The horsewoman stepped forward, poked her fiance's waist with a hilt, and then looked back and asked, "Mr. Brando, did you find anything wrong?"

"Um." Brando looked up. He certainly found it. In other words, the knights trek through the forest, separating thick bushes. But the surrounding light was accelerating and dimming, as if shrouded in a layer of black mist. At first, at least a dozen meters of the outline could be seen, but now it seems dark enough to see only a few people around.

"Ha, what's going on?" Feralas seemed to notice the situation around him, and grabbed his arm and hit the Cold War.

"I'm going to talk to you about this-it's a dream."

"Fantasy?" Laurenna was puzzled.

"Simply put, we are in a dream. This dream is the dream of an unknown person in the forest, 'they' often dream about everything in life. But this dream is shrouded in the real world and in our memory The world is connected. Unknown people often rely on this method to lure travelers and get them lost in the forest. "

"No wonder I just saw the little woman I saw before in Leno. Martha was on. She was as charming as she was at that time, and she was very plump—" Feralas was ruthless before she finished speaking. Grimly.

"Do you mean this is an illusion, Lord Earl?"

"Not at all."

Brando answered as he walked. After the procession passed through a thick bush, the woodland seemed to become thinner. He saw a flat ground appear, and the thick darkness seemed to flow from all directions. Not far away, the knights also seemed to perceive something wrong and began to riot.

"Everyone comes closer." Nimesis's voice came before him. The Knight Knight's voice was as firm and cold as ever, like a banner in the darkness. Brando sometimes didn't like her character very much, but also had to admit that Nimesis was an excellent soldier.

Better than Xuejie.

This open terrain reminded him of a place, and after walking for a while, uneven pebbles and gravel appeared on the ground. This is a river beach and there is a similar terrain only at the bottom of the valley.

But he wasn't sure if it was already a wall of sighs--

"You know the dream, Miss Laurenna." Brando replied, "Everything in the dream is uncertain, and the passage of time in the dream depends on how active your thinking is during sleep; so now we can neither It is certain that we have reached that place, and we are not sure how long we have walked in the forest. We walk through this dark forest, and everything we see is a dream. "

"Wait, I'm a little confused." Laurenna raised her forehead. "You mean this is a dream now, are you in my dream, Lord Earl?"

"That's not great--" Feralas replied with vinegar.

"Of course not, you can understand it as half asleep." Brando glanced at the guy.

"Do you mean a large group of us walking around the forest, collective sleepwalking?"

Brando thinks this guy's metaphor is enough. However, I have to say that this is the most appropriate statement, so he had to nod to the two.

"That's great-I mean to the beasts in the forest; Brando, you can imagine the feeling that food will be delivered to you-I bet Rusta's' unicorn and The waiters at the girl's hotel did not have such an excellent service attitude. "

"If I wander to death in this forest, would you say that they would erect a tombstone with" Friends of the Forest "written on it, or maybe send me a two thousand pound medal. Above the medal Be sure to engrave the unicorn and maiden's insignia to prove that I, as an outstanding waitress, dedicated myself to this forest selflessly— "

"Shut up!" Laurenna interrupted Feralas' long story: "Master, is there any danger in this dream?"

"This dream is connected with the dreams of the unnamed life. If they are confused by them, the soul will stay in this forest forever and never wake up."

"What should I do?"

"Determined," Brando replied, raising his voice and shouting, "Everyone is closer to each other. This forest is a dream weaved by an unknown person. Be careful, it will pull you into the dreams of the past. Medium. If you don't want to sleep in this forest forever, you just need to remember two words-firm and calm. "

His voice went far.

The dream of the notorious person is a bit like the battle of the golden devil tree. But this dream is completely different from the dream of the Forbidden Orchard. It exists in this world. The dreams of those who lost their reputation will devour everyone, like a huge vortex, pulling them towards the center.

To escape from these dreams, all that can be done is to redeem the entire world of dreams.

The darkness was getting richer, and Brando even couldn't even see the figures of Laurenna and Feralas around him. From time to time someone was asked to go in that direction.

"forward."

This is Nimesis' answer.

But that direction is meaningless. Brando walked for a while, and it became quieter and quieter, as if the sound of the howling wind was silent. After a while, it seemed that a rhythmic bugle sounded again, and melodious music came from afar.

It is not the ethereal song of the fairy or the fairy in the legend, but a human musical instrument, which is a wind instrument similar to a trumpet, playing a happy tone. But if there is no sound, it seems to come from some direction outside the forest.

Brando blinked, feeling that the light around him gradually brightened again. The woodland has become completely sparse. In front of it is an open space with lights in the distance, like a small town.

He was standing alone by the river beach, starry on his head, the forest was full of beautiful black pines, and the moonlight was shining against the flowing water, like the night after midsummer in Butch or Chablis.

Nimesis, Laurenna, Feralas, Freya, and the Cavaliers, everything is gone. He hesitated for a moment, and then tried the spiritual connection, but nothing happened.

Brando understood it.

I'm 'sleeping'.

This is his dream.

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