After all, the things in dreams are so illusory and ethereal that many people even wake up completely unable to remember what they dreamed about last night.
However, there are no absolutes in this world, and there are always exceptions due to various reasons.
There should always be times when a person is in a dream and understands that it is a dream and not reality.
It just makes you realize that you are in a dream, which is often not a good feeling:
If it is a pleasant dream, you will have difficulty enjoying it, after all, you know that this kind of happiness is only fleeting.
Of course, there are also people who will be very clear-headed and do things they dare not do on ordinary days in this absurd and illusory world, thereby giving themselves a false sense of satisfaction.
That's not so bad.
A sweet dream is a sweet dream after all. No matter how much you lament that this is not reality, this is also a fantasy world created to satisfy yourself.
However, nightmares will make you realize how terrifying your nightmares are when you are very awake.
You will be imprisoned in this world built by your fear, unable to cry out and unable to escape.
There is nothing you can do but face this fear.
Now, the boy who realizes that he is already in a dream falls into the second situation.
Where?
Where am I?
The young man felt that he was kneeling, and the gravel on the ground felt uncomfortable against his knees.
But he didn't have the strength to stand up, so he could only kneel like this.
At the same time, it was pitch black in front of him and he could not see anything.
"Go forward! We are lions! Invincible golden lions!"
A man shouted beside him, his voice loud enough to make his eardrums buzz.
"Everyone go to the front! Follow the general!"
Who is he commanding?
The boy couldn't move, he could only kneel, as if this body was not his own and he had no control over it.
Now he can only listen, not even see.
The surroundings are very noisy, and more and more sounds are appearing around.
Da da da!!!
Pairs of metal boots made a rapid sound in the mud, followed by footsteps that were completely different from humans and could make the earth tremble.
"Drink!"
"Kill them!"
"Bastard! These beasts!"
The roars of wild beasts, the shouts of men, and the clash of swords were mixed together.
"I, I want to go home...help!"
Who fell next to him?
This movement is very close at hand.
That person was begging for mercy, but he didn't get the result he desired.
That "thing" let out a roar that would put the man who shouted just now to shame. I believe it must be a big guy, and then the boy heard a crisp sound of bones and flesh breaking.
At that moment, warm liquid was sprinkled on his body.
Even if he couldn't see it, the young man knew what this fishy-smelling liquid was.
After all, this is something he is very familiar with.
How much time passed after that?
A quarter of an hour? Or half an hour?
In this case, he had no sense of time. It was just that the sounds around him gradually disappeared, seeming to be far away from him.
"Get up! Don't play dead, boy!"
A familiar and unique voice sounded in his ears, and the boy immediately knew who this person was.
Baufeld, also known as "Broken Voice" in the army.
The reason was that there was a scar on his throat, which looked like a small hole in his neck.
It is said that he was left behind after being pierced by an arrow. This man was very lucky to survive. Even the veteran military doctor in the team who had taken care of hundreds of wounded patients said that he was a miracle.
This scar made him sound like a whirring wind when he spoke, like a broken blower, so he was called "broken voice."
"Uh-huh..."
It wasn't until he was lifted up by a pair of big hands that the young man finally escaped from the darkness.
It turns out...it's a dream.
When he saw the stubble-covered black face of "Broken Throat", the boy was sure that he was dreaming.
"How's it going? Boy, can you leave?"
"good."
As soon as the boy's feet hit the ground, they began to weaken, but he could barely move. The corpse torn in half next to him must have been the poor man at that time.
"Okay, come back with us quickly."
"Broken Voice" grabbed the boy's arm and tried to pull him in one direction.
In addition to him, there were four sergeants from Bardafiner wearing heavy armor. The expressions of these people were very urgent, and it was obvious that they did not have much time.
"Why are you here? Aren't you from the War Lions? Why don't you protect the general?"
Why do you ask this question? Obviously you already know the answer.
The War Lions are the general's personal bodyguards, and the reason why they came to find me is...
"The general is not someone who needs protection."
When he said this, "Broken Voice" had undisguised reverence on his face.
"He asked us to rescue you. The orcs' attack is too fierce, and everywhere is unsafe. It took us a lot of effort to find you, kid."
The order issued by the general is absolute and no one can have any objection. No matter what the order is, these loyal soldiers will execute it immediately.
"I can't walk anymore. You can go without me."
This was one of his nightmares, and he didn't expect that he would actually return to this place.
Everything about the attack on the Bardafiner Legion was repeated in front of him once again.
Knowing what would happen next, the young man just wanted to stay here.
When an orc cuts off his own head, this dream will probably end.
"Remember that half of Barodi's head was cut off on the way just now. You owe him and all of us a life!"
But he had no choice. The strong "broken voice" immediately lifted the young man up and carried him on his back.
"Walk!"
"yes!!"
The other four sergeants got on their horses together with "Broken Voice". They held up shields and held spears and daggers to protect the young man and "Broken Voice" as they shuttled across the battlefield.
This team soon attracted the attention of the orcs wandering around. From time to time, the orcs shot arrows at them, and some even threw javelins at them, but these sergeants reacted quickly and kept the young guard intact, leaving the enemy alone.
No matter how you attack or harass him, it won't hurt him at all.
None of the orcs really caught up, and they were not very concerned about this team that was not escaping from the encirclement.
They know very well that as long as it is not fleeing prey, there is no need to chase it.
Soon their horses arrived at a temporary position made up of countless shields and a large number of cargo carriages.
The corpses scattered all over the place tell the story of the fierce fighting here.
The orcs have not been able to break through the last line of defense composed of 200 battle bows, more than 100 crossbows, more than 10 heavy cannons, and nearly a thousand battle-experienced soldiers by this elite division that has regrouped.
coming……
The young man knew that he would meet that person again soon.
It's just that this story that already knows the ending is really regrettable.