Wearing a holy white war robe and silver battle armor, he holds a spear and a halberd. The pattern on the spear is a beautiful temple cross, and the halberd is like a sharp spear with unfolded wings underneath. Next, there is a gun tied to the shaft.
Swallow tail flag, the flag is painted with a cross, a shining sun, angels and saints.
On the flag is written 'tuiennsiorchumree' in cursive script, which means the holy sword under the light.
There are also elves in the team, with pointed ears and long golden hair tied into braids. Their horses are also covered in white robes with patterns of sun thorns painted on them.
The entire team was shrouded in glowing white light, slowly moving forward in the forest, but silently, making this scene look extremely strange.
"Lord, Lord!" Medisa pulled him twice before he came back to his senses. Brand took a breath, this is the Holy Knights of the Knights of Gracius, and he was in "
It's exactly the same as the one seen in "Amber", no, maybe it's 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 reacted, but the person next to him was a little slower, and the knight quickly disappeared into the dark forest. The team suddenly became a little commotion, and he quickly reminded loudly: "Don't look over there.
, is a fantasy in the mind, it only exists in your memory. Those are the dreams of nameless people, intertwined with your dreams. If you are tempted, you will join 'them' and fight for them.
Replaced by 'them'——"
Brando had already established his prestige in the previous battle. His words shocked everyone, and the team became much more stable. But Brando still saw someone slowing down, and as long as he felt a little confused, he would start thinking about this forest.
Devoured.
Brando quietly asked Nymesis to count the number of people, but in just a few minutes, the entire team was missing seven people. He knew that those people would never come back, and they would linger all day long where the living would never find them.
In dreams. Until death, the soul will linger here.
He sighed.
"These are people who are not determined." Nimesis' face was cold, and she pursed her lips. The outline of her face became clearer under her long black hair.
Brando looked back at the female knight, somewhat displeased: "No one dares to say that they can never waver. Everyone has important people or things in their hearts -"
"It is precisely because of this that they have wavered in the face of the beliefs they should stick to. Hank's fiancée Rosa is waiting for him to return. Collins has two sons and a daughter, but they cannot hold on to their faith in their relatives -" Ni
Mexisi's voice weakened: "The reason why I chose them is because I thought they were the best knights. I thought they could survive and go back."
Brando was stunned. He suddenly saw Nimasis looking very lonely: "Are you angry because of this?"
"No, it's just that I misjudged the person and harmed them." The female knight replied softly. She glanced at Brando indifferently, turned around and left.
Brando stood stunned for a moment until someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Feras's handsome but not serious face. "My lord, you are so amazing. You even dare to provoke Ms. Nymesis."
Legend has it that a powerful woman is a rose with thorns - but Ms. Nymesis must have only thorns and no fragrance of roses." The young knight said mysteriously.
Brando glanced at the guy angrily: "But I saw that you were still chatting with her a few days ago?"
Ferras shrugged his shoulders. Without any embarrassment at being exposed, he replied solemnly: "Because of this, I can understand this deeply."
Brando stared at this guy.
"Because she beat him up so hard." Laurenna's voice came from behind. The female knight stepped forward, stabbed her fiancé in the waist with the hilt of her sword, and then turned around and asked
: "Mr. Brando, didn't you find anything wrong?"
"Well." Brando raised his head and looked around. Of course he discovered it. Or he already knew it - the knights were trekking in the forest, separating the dense shrubs. But the light around them was dimming accelerating, as if shrouded in
In a layer of black mist, at first it was possible to see clearly the outlines of at least ten meters away, but now it seems so dark that only a few people around him can be seen.
"Ha, what's going on?" Feras seemed to have noticed the surrounding situation, scratched his arm and asked with a shiver.
"That's what I was going to tell you about—it's a dream."
"Dream?" Laurenna was puzzled.
"To put it simply, we are in a dream. This dream is the dream of the nameless people in the forest. 'They' often dream about everything in their lives. But this dream is shrouded in the real world and is different from our memory.
The world is connected together. Nameless people often rely on this method to lure travelers and make them get lost in the forest."
"No wonder I just saw the little woman I saw in Lenno before. Martha is on top. She is as charming and plump as she was then -" Before Firas could finish his words, Laurenna was ruthless
He took a sharp look.
"Do you mean this is an illusion, my lord?"
"Not at all."
Brando replied as he walked. After the team passed through a dense bush, the forest seemed to become sparse. He saw a flat land appeared, and the rich darkness seemed to surge up from all directions. Not far away, the knights
They seemed to sense something was wrong and started to make a fuss.
"Everyone, come closer." Nimesis's voice came from the front. The voice of the female knight captain was as firm and cold as ever, like a flag in the darkness. Brando sometimes didn't like her character very much, but
I have to admit that Nymesis is an excellent soldier.
Better than my senior sister.
This open terrain reminded him of a place. After walking for a while, there were indeed uneven pebbles and gravel on the ground. This was a river beach, and similar terrain could only be found at the bottom of the valley.
But he was not sure whether this was already the Wall of Sighs——
"You know dreams, Miss Laurenna." Brando turned around and replied: "Everything in dreams is uncertain. The passage of time in dreams depends on how active your thinking is during sleep; so now we can neither
We are sure we have reached that place, but we are not sure how long we have been walking in the forest. We are walking through this dark forest, and everything we see is a dream."
"Wait, I'm a little confused." Laurenna held her forehead: "You mean this is a dream now, are you in my dream, Lord Earl?"
"That's not good--" Ferras replied jealously.
"Of course not, you can understand it as half asleep and half awake." Brando glanced at the guy.
"You mean a bunch of us walking around in the forest, collectively sleepwalking?"
Brando felt that this guy's metaphor was really lame. But he had to say that this was the most suitable statement for the current situation, so he had no choice but to nod to the two of them.
"That's great - I mean for the beasts in the forest; Brando, you can imagine the feeling of food coming to your door by itself - I bet that Rusta's unicorn and
The waiters at Maiden’s Hotel also don’t have such an excellent service attitude.”
"If I wander in this forest until I die, do you think they will erect a tombstone for me and write 'Friends of the Forest' on it? Maybe they will also give me a two thousand pound medal. On the medal
I must engrave the emblem of the Unicorn and the Girl's Inn to prove that I have selflessly contributed to this forest as an excellent waiter——"
"Shut up!" Laurenna interrupted Ferras's tirade: "My lord, is there any danger in this dream?"
"This dreamland is connected with the dreams of the nameless person during his lifetime. If you are confused by them, your soul will stay in this forest forever and never wake up."
"Then what should be done?"
"Be firm." Brando replied, and he raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone get closer to each other. This forest is a dream spun by an unknown person. Be careful, it will pull you into the dream of the past later.
中. If you don’t want to sleep in this forest forever, you just need to remember two words - firm and calm."
His voice spread far away.
The dreams of those who have lost their reputation are somewhat like the battle between the Golden Demon Tree. But this dream is completely different from the dream of the Forbidden Orchard. It really exists in this world. The dreams of those who have lost their reputation will devour everyone.
, like a huge whirlpool, pulling them towards the center.
The only way to escape from these dreams is to redeem the entire dream world.
The darkness was getting thicker and thicker, and Brando gradually couldn't even see clearly the figures of Laurenna and Ferras beside him. From time to time in the darkness, someone asked which direction to continue moving forward.
"forward."
This is Nymesis's answer.
But in fact, that direction was meaningless. Brando walked for a while, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter. It seemed that even the howling wind had subsided. After a while, the rhythmic sound of insects seemed to be heard again, and in the distance
There is melodious music coming.
It was not the ethereal singing of the legendary elves or goblins, but a human musical instrument. It was a wind instrument similar to a trumpet, playing a happy tune. But the sound was vague, as if coming from a certain direction outside the forest.
came.
Brando blinked and felt that the surrounding light gradually became brighter again. The woodland had become completely sparse, and there was an open space in front of him, with lights in the distance, like a small town.
He stood alone next to the river beach, with stars dotted above his head, the forest full of beautiful black pines, and the moonlight reflecting the gurgling water, like a night after a midsummer in Butchi or Chablis.
Nymesis, Laurenna, Feras, Freya and the knights all disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, and then tried the telepathic connection, but there was no response.
Brando then understood.
I have already ‘asleep’.
This is his dream.
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