It is said that people will always feel fear suddenly at a certain moment. This feeling has no reason and you can't find any symptoms. It is forced to be understood as an instinctive rejection of loneliness, but it can also occur in the most noisy and bustling places.
Attack; or think of it as despair for this cruel world, but it often lingers in warm dreams. Therefore, in the end, what cannot be found and elusive can only be explained by fate.
Saint Xalia ran in the dark forest, stepping on the soft siltous swamp, breathing rapidly in the humid mist. Her position was in the middle of the team, with Leticia, Metien, and Xie in front.
Mi and Alice, followed by Linge and Neville who were holding Oveira. Logically speaking, this is a position that would make people feel at ease, but fear still struck without warning, like fate.
Surround her.
She once again saw the huge golden net opening in the sky above her head, and once again remembered the words of the old wizard Morya who had baptized himself with blood. He said to herself: "In this world,
The fate of the world is entangled together, it is a huge net, and all things exist on that net, just like the stars arranged in the night sky. Some things are small and insignificant, so they are dust and gravel; while some things are huge,
Inseparable, it is a stone and a fruit. When the stone and the fruit fall into the net, the weight will cause a certain part of the net to dent... What will happen next, Saint Charya?"
"They will be attracted." The girl remembered that she should have answered this way at the beginning: "Dust and gravel will be attracted by the pits made by stones and fruits, and they will fall into them involuntarily."
Because this is the law of the world, the law of matter.
"Yes." The old wizard smiled slightly and said: "So although some people don't believe in fate and believe in their own will; while some people believe in fate too much and leave everything to the master of fate. But you have to remember, Saint Charlie
Ya, when you realize that you are attracted to something, that is your destiny."
So tonight, Saint Xalia met her fate again.
But she was terrified of this fate.
This is a very ironic thing. Ever since the old wizard of Morya was baptized in blood and passed on his knowledge and experience, the shepherd girl has been able to see those threads and know what they are like and what they will look like.
The development of the tree. She saw the lines of the tree spiraling around the branches and leaves. After years of accumulation and growth, they would reach a certain peak. From then on, they would only live for fruiting and withering. She saw the lines of the rocks drawing an endless trajectory and finally returning.
Going deep into the ground, knowing that it will be buried in the soil at some distant moment, and may become part of the submarine continental shelf or a volcano in the future; she also saw that all the lines of life are going straight forward, as if there will be no bending moment, this metaphor
It means that the more their bodies suffer, the tougher their souls become. The process of survival is a process of constantly tempering oneself until a will as strong as steel is forged... However, she can only see her own thread, she cannot see it.
What it looks like and which direction it will go.
She actually knows nothing about herself.
Is it the Young Queen? Is it Linge’s companion? Is it Oveira’s sister? Or is it a memory left by an old Moriya wizard in the world many years ago? It may even be a ghost from the past, lingering.
. She remembered that before she left the apple orchard, the tall apple trees withered one after another, and spiders, lizards, rabbits and other small creatures were killed on the tree trunks, and their bodies were buried in the sky of yellow leaves. Could it be that their thoughts before they died were condensed?
Did he make this girl, who was always separated from the world by a window, break those fragile glass barriers for the first time and touch an unknown and mysterious world?
She suddenly didn't want to go forward, and her steps slowly stopped, because she finally knew what made her so scared: if she went forward, she would know who she really was.
Seeing Saint Xia Liya stop in place, Linger couldn't help frowning: "What's wrong, Saint Xia Liya?"
Olvera, who was held in his arms with her hands around the young man's neck, also looked at her sister with doubtful eyes, feeling that she seemed a little strange.
The girl turned back, and Ringer's heart skipped a beat, because it was the first time he saw such undisguised vulnerability and confusion on her face. She said in a tone that was more like pleading than discussion: "Let's not continue to move forward.
OK, Ringer?"
"Why?"
"Because-" She was silent for a moment, her eyes suddenly avoided the young man's gaze, and she said softly: "Sorry, I don't know."
Ling Ge was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer. He noticed something from Sheng Xia Liya's abnormal attitude, but the premonition did not give any hint. Oveira looked at Ling Ge from the left and Sheng Xia from the right.
Liya, she timidly lowered her voice and said: "How about I come down and run, Linge, can you hold Sister Shengxialia?"
It's obviously not the reason.
Lin Ge felt helpless. He had never figured out what the girls around him were thinking, or there was no way to figure it out. Except for Meridian, everyone seemed to have the same complicated mood.
Confused, timid, sensitive and suspicious, softer and more fragile than camellia petals. What should he say at this time, tell her in a stern tone that this is just your illusion, or simply comfort her? Even he was a little at a loss.
.
At this time, Neville had already caught up with her, and when she saw that they were staying where they were, chatting without any sense of crisis, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing? Why don't you run away..."
She stopped mid-sentence because she found that the people running at the front actually stopped and quickly turned around and ran back at a faster speed. Alice was waving and shouting something while running.
Neville used her keen hearing to capture the sound coming from the wind, and her expression instantly changed.
Because what Alice shouted was: "Run! It's a trap!"
But it's too late.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the originally peaceful forest, and soon after, squads of fully armed magic knights emerged from the lush vegetation, surrounding the group of people in all directions, raising Sen Leng's hand.
The empty barrels of the guns were all aimed at the enemies who had stepped into the trap. The neat clicking sounds of the magic guns when they were being loaded were terrifying. They were also equipped with "Magic Optical Camouflage" that could isolate magic reactions and create illusions.
, when he emerged from the forest, it seemed as if he had grown here naturally. No wonder he didn't notice anything unusual just now, Neville thought with an ugly expression.
At the same time, the fog above the head was also broken, and silver-white figures fell from the sky like birds. The fixed wingsuit system behind them spit out star-blue flames, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the dim night.
It is also a trajectory that symbolizes the coming of death. These robots, which are two people tall, may be small toys when facing Gundaruf, not worth mentioning, but in front of normal people, they feel a sense of severe oppression.
The thick cannon barrels erected all over blocked every inch of space in the sky, giving people an insurmountable feeling.
Alice ran back to her companions out of breath, ignoring the enemies close at hand, and shouted: "It's over, it's a trap, we've been tricked!"
As long as you are not blind, you can still see this.
Linge put down Olvera in his arms and pulled Metien, who was also running back panting, behind him. The little fairy Xiemi lay on top of the girl's head and shivered, as if she wished she could shrink under those pink hairs.
Neville also pulled Leticia behind her and protected her tightly. This tacit understanding made the two of them raise their heads and look at each other, seeing some kind of surprise and recognition in each other's eyes.
But now is not the time to exchange parenting experiences. The cold barrels of guns and cannons are very close at hand, and cannon fire symbolizing destruction and death may be poured out at any time. It is better to think about how to escape first.
Surrounded by groups of silent magic knights and silver-white constructs in the sky, everyone slowly gathered together and formed a circle. The space was so tight that you could even notice the muscles of the people next to you were tense.
, the breathing rate also slowed down a lot, as if he was worried that too much movement would stimulate these sensitive rabies, causing them to attack desperately.
In fact, such worries are unnecessary.
Because the person who directed the rabid dogs to set the trap is nearby.
"It seems that our distinguished guests have arrived." A calm voice came from a higher hillside: "I wonder if you are satisfied with the warm welcome given to us?"
at the same time.
Saint Xalia sighed silently.
Sure enough, fate is always like this. A sad thought came to her mind: fangs will only be exposed when people are unable to defend themselves.