There was no one in the dark and silent monastery. There were dusty bookshelves and wooden boxes everywhere. There were only a few weak candlelights flickering in the empty room. Rhodes felt that he was sitting on the old wooden chair, flipping through a heavy book.
Ancient book. He was indeed sitting there, and the touch and vision were so clear.
The ancient books are written with dense ancient characters, some of which are understandable, while others are completely incomprehensible. Rhodes doesn't know how he appeared here. This seems to be a dream again. But, like the previous dream, he can't get out.
.
The ancient book turned its pages by itself under a mysterious force. There was no wind, but it made a rustling sound. Densely packed text and ancient patterns flashed before my eyes. Suddenly, a terrifying whisper sounded in my ears.
This voice is full of charm, as if it has pulled away your soul and brought you into another world.
The surrounding air suddenly cooled down, and the walls of the monastery disappeared a second ago. A majestic picture gradually appeared in front of Rhodes. The ground was surging like black magma, and trees and grass were burned to ashes. Not far away,
Here, several burned mountains are flowing with magma-like red liquid.
There was thick smoke and fog overhead, which obscured the sun's brilliance, and the ground began to tremble.
Is it an earthquake? Oh, no, that's a huge legion moving!
Rhodes took steps forward, trying to keep himself on the spot. However, the ground beneath his feet was cracking. Red magma spurted out from the ground, forming a wall of fire several meters high. At the end of his sight, there were rows of neat black dots.
Start to appear.
That is the legendary Chaos Legion...
Wearing heavy armor and holding powerful dark weapons, they marched across the earth in uniform formation. Wherever they passed, there was no grass and flames.
Behind these heavily armored warriors were huge war monsters, bloodthirsty chaos mammoths. They stepped on the cracked soil like hills, making the ground tremble with every step they took.
A group of weird creatures flew over Rhodes' head. They swarmed in groups and made terrible chirping sounds.
This huge army marched toward the other end of the sight—a human city. A huge human city.
The big bell in the center of the town has been ringing. However, the defenders are disheartened and they are unable to resist the legion of doom. The sky rains rain of fire, burning the world of the living wantonly. Countless undead souls emerge from the underground tombs and devour the ground.
of the living.
Streets turned into slaughterhouses, cities reduced to ashes...
"This is the end, this is the fate of mortals..."
Demonic whispers resounded in the sky. Rhodes looked up, and in the misty sky, two eyes like city gates were shining with flaming light.
The face of the god Khorne gradually appeared.
"Come, be loyal to me, warrior, and you will receive eternal blessings and endless power. You will..."
Before the demonic whisper could be finished, Rhodes was woken up by an "extraterrestrial voice".
"Rhode, wake up, we have to go."
Caroline's beautiful face appeared above her head, her long hair hanging down and sweeping across Rod's face. Through the gap in the collar, one could vaguely glimpse the spring light inside.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Being woken up from his sleep, Rhodes felt exhausted. Looking around, everyone had prepared their luggage and was about to leave this "rabbit hole". Last night, Celta named the lone wolf village among the dwarves the rabbit hole because
It is like a cave dug underground. There are several tunnels excavated in various directions, connecting several simple bedrooms. This is the village that the dwarves call.
"Six hours, or less. In short, you were not asleep before I fell asleep. You know, you have a bad habit of snoring while sleeping. It was so noisy that I didn't sleep well all night."
Caroline complained. She stood up and cast a frost spell to extinguish the fire on the ground.
With a tired body, Rhodes dusted himself off and stood up. He walked out along the narrow passage.
The air suddenly became fresher. After all, the air on the surface is better than underground. As a human, it is impossible to understand why dwarves always like to live underground. Maybe their physiological structure is different from humans.
The sky above our heads is still gray, which is normal. The further north you go, the less sunlight there will be.
When a group of people came to the ground tiredly, they were surprised to find that the more than twenty horses tied under the big tree last night had disappeared. You can see the marks of the horses breaking free and the ropes being broken.
, Spirit Bear has disappeared.
"Something passed here last night."
Rhodes said sensitively. In this bloody and cruel world, there are dangers anytime and anywhere. Rhodes has developed the habit of always being on guard against nearby dangers.
"Without the packhorse, we can't reach Dulong City."
Celta complained.
"It's because you can't walk."
The butcher retorted. The two of them once again did not look good.
"Okay, no matter what, let's find the horse first."
Not wanting to listen to the two of them bickering anymore, Rhodes directly interrupted their conversation.
Following the traces of horses' hooves trampling on the shallow snow, everyone searched for these mounts. Selta was right, without mounts, they would not be able to reach Dulong City. But this is for humans, not for dwarves.
That's the same thing. Their endurance is far superior to humans, and they can walk for days and nights without rest.
When they found the frightened war horses, Rhodes and his group relaxed a little. In the snow-white forest, more than twenty war horses stood quietly, looking for vegetation on the ground, even though the place was basically deserted at this time of year.
There are no green plants on it.
The spirit bear is guarding them. Its white hair blends in with the surrounding world, and you can't tell it unless you look carefully. The white bear keeps walking around the war horse, as if it is worried that the war horse will be frightened and run away again.
"What do you think passed over our heads last night?"
After retrieving the packhorse, Rhodes and his party continued on the road. The boredom of the journey always needs some small talk to resolve. Bogul rambled on.
"Beast?"
Caroline said.
"It's possible. But we didn't find any footprints other than pack horses under the white tree."
Bogur made a keen analysis.
"Then what is it if not a beast? A beastman? A werewolf?"
Celta asked rhetorically.
"As I said just now, no other footprints were found except for horses, which means that nothing passed on the ground."
Bogul glared at the big Norscan man in front of him, wondering if this guy's IQ was up to standard.
"Is it a flying beast?"
"This is impossible. If flying beasts want to frighten the pack horses, they need large predators. If there are really large predators, we should have discovered them long ago. Moreover, if they are really predators of birds and beasts, then,
Why are none of the pack horses injured? Is it because they are too small? Not enough to satisfy the appetite of the giant beast in the sky?"
Rhodes came back with a joke. But just as he finished speaking, an ominous premonition lingered in his mind. Thinking of the dream he had last night... Rhodes felt a chill go down his spine...