The pitch-black sky was like a huge obsidian, not a single starlight emerged from the night, and the earth was as dense and black as ink.
In this place where you can't see anything, only a faint firelight in the distance guides Talinnam to move forward.
The road was muddy, like a country road that had been washed away by heavy rains and had not been taken care of for weeks. However, this was even scarier and weirder than a country road. There seemed to be a quagmire underfoot, and there seemed to be countless pairs of ghostly eyes staring at the dark quagmire.
Living people on the ground.
Following the only light in the space, Talinnam walked forward.
Only when he was close enough did he see clearly that the fire was coming from a garden. To be precise, it was coming from a dilapidated church in the garden.
The faint blue light seemed to come from another world, without any warmth. Talinnam walked towards the garden and gradually saw clearly that this was a dilapidated garden that had been abandoned for a long time. The flowers and plants inside the rusty iron fence had long withered, and half of the church had collapsed.
, rubble was piled up in the garden yard, and a few crows flew up from the rubble, making a sickening cry.
Talinnam is very unfamiliar with the environment here because it is so weird. In the endless silent space, only this dilapidated garden seems to exist. In the vast space outside the garden, there is nothing.
Just as Talinnam was thinking and wondering, a familiar voice sounded from behind. Talinam turned around and saw a horrifying scene in front of him.
I saw the late lord Berto suddenly appearing in front of me. However, the Berto standing here was not the familiar old lord. He was covered in filth, his body was mutilated, half of his body had decayed, and only the white skin was left.
The bones and the other half of the body are rotting, and some reptilian-like creatures are eating his carrion and skin.
"You're here too, Tallinn..."
The rotting body let out a frightening wail. It seemed like some kind of irresistible call.
Talinnam was so frightened by the creepy sound that his spine trembled. He knew that the Bertol before him was definitely not the old lord he was familiar with. It was just a ghost, or an illusion, or a zombie resurrected by necromancy.
!
Talinnam subconsciously moved his hand to the hilt of the sword, only to find that the place where the sword belt was originally placed was empty.
"Evil necromancy! You can't hurt me! Don't even get close to me!"
Fear turned into anger, and Talinnam couldn't help but roar loudly.
"No... it's... magic... this is... your and my... future..."
The sound came from the rotting belly of Bertol, as thin as a gossamer, but it once again sent shivers down Talinnam's spine. He seemed to be in a world of undead illusions, but it was so real. Talinnam could feel it.
The surroundings were bone-chillingly cold, and the darkness was so dense that no light could be seen.
Suddenly, a crow's cry attracted his attention, and he saw a vague figure emerging from behind Bertot.
At first, Talinnam thought it was another terrifying undead. However, when the figure approached, Talinnam saw the man's face clearly. A desperate fear arose spontaneously, that person was no one else.
, it is the lover that I yearn for—Innia Caladia.
At this moment, Innia is completely different from the girl she was familiar with in the past. Half of her face is gone, and there is nothing in her head. Only the dilapidated half of her face remains in its basic shape. Her body looks like it has been destroyed by someone.
This powerful force squeezed and deformed it, turning it into an indescribable viscosity and blur.
Flesh and bones are stuck together, and some maggots are crawling out of the gaps in the flesh and bones.
"No! This is not true!"
Talinnam screamed heartbreakingly. However, his throat seemed to be choked by a demon and he could not make a sound.
Finally, in the desperate struggle, a ray of golden dawn pierced him awake.
"Sir? Sir, are you having nightmares again?"
The servant handed over the moistened handkerchief with concern.
Talinnam finally recovered from his fear and despair. He took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
"Sir, the sun has been rising for a while. Others are packing their luggage. We will arrive at the Blackwater River soon."
The servant took the handkerchief and said with concern.
Blackwater River... As soon as he heard this name, Talinnam couldn't help but tighten his heart. That was exactly where the Battle of Blackwater River took place. It was also on this river that he participated in the battle of the Kingdom of Bretonnia for the first time.
A large-scale war. In this thrilling battle, his former lord Bertol rescued the former King of Bretonnia, Charles I.
Time flies, and now, the river has been almost purified. However, what happened back then is still vivid in his mind. What is even more frightening is that he just dreamed of the late lord Berto. Is this some kind of ominous thing?
sign?
Without thinking too much, Talinnam asked his servants to dress him up and walked out of the camp. He still had a lot of things to do and think about, instead of dwelling on a illusory nightmare.
Two days later, when Talinnam arrived at the Blackwater River with his troops, more than 20,000 troops had gathered here. Lords from all over Bretonnia, with their entourage and knights, set up camp on the north bank of the Blackwater River.
.Here, they will wait for the knight corps from the capital city of Colony to start the great chivalrous expedition together.
Yes, great... All the achievements of Charles II that Tallinn could think of were great. Everything he did was promoted as great and unique.
It is indeed unique... Talinnam smiled bitterly.
He rode forward on his war horse, and Sibien, the lord of Tieling City, recognized him first.
"Talinam, oh, it's really you. I thought you wouldn't come, or would come again in a few days. Unexpectedly, you arrived almost at the same time as us. You arrived as agreed."
The old lord Sibien walked to Tallinn's troops and greeted them with a smile.
Despite his friendly expression, Tarinnam, including the knights around him, all heard the arrogant attitude in this old guy's words.
Obviously, many local lords were unwilling to come to this expedition, and Sibien also believed that Tarynham would not come, thinking that he was a coward.
In Sibien's eyes, those who dared to gather here today are all the true heroes of Bretonnia, and Talinnam's coming was obviously an accident in his opinion.
Talinnam knew the meaning very well. Among the dozen Bretonnian lords present, he was the only commoner lord. Although he had made great achievements in battle in the past years, in Batonia, where the concept of hierarchy was deeply rooted,
Tonya, in the traditional concept, is still a bit shorter than others.
Talinnam ignored this kind of taunting, or for him, he had heard such words so many times that his ears almost became calluses. He didn't care, he just wanted to be at peace in his heart.
Talinnam strode forward on his war horse, dismounted less than five meters away from Lord Sibien, walked up to the old lord, and performed a standard knightly salute.
"I set off as soon as I received the king's call. I was supposed to arrive yesterday, but there was a heavy rain on the way, so I was delayed for a day."