At the same time, the bunnyman Ryder led a large group of monsters to the outskirts of the city. Because this group of monsters was so huge, the leopard man guards on the side could only watch in stunned silence, not daring to step forward to stop Ryder or attack the monsters.
A group of monsters.
Bedivere followed the Warcraft team over to check the situation, and quickly caught up with the bunny boy at the front of the team: "Ryder?! Why are you in a place like this, and what have you done to these Warcraft?!"
Ryder ignored Bedivere and kept playing the flute. He walked to a suitable place in the suburbs and immediately drew a huge circle on the ground with the [Lord of Time and Space Ring - Andrew Lalot] in his hand.
The circle took shape instantly and turned into a black subspace entrance.
Ryder played the Hamelon flute again, and the monsters followed the sound of the flute and walked into the circle. They all fell in and never came back.
After spending about half an hour and dealing with the remaining eight hundred monsters, the bunnyman Ryder stopped and said to Bedivere in a hoarse voice: "Who is Ryder? Sir, you have the wrong person."
"
"Ryder..." made Bedivere embarrassed for a while.
"Well, goodbye, sir. I happened to pass by and let you save your life. It's really gratifying." The bunny boy bowed and jumped into the circle himself. The entrance to the subspace was immediately closed and everything disappeared.
It disappeared without a trace, as if it never happened.
The wounds on Bedivere's body told him that all this was undoubtedly true.
No matter how many festivals he had in the past, Ryder still forgave Bediville...right? Otherwise, Rabbit would not have taken such a huge risk to help the werewolf boy who needed help the most in Bediville.
when.
The big clock in the city of Athens rang, and it was past twelve o'clock in the evening. This [New Year Festival] full of turmoil and madness has finally passed.
People did not have a happy time at this festival.
Athens was ravaged by an army of monsters, many people died, many buildings were destroyed, and it was shrouded in gloom and mist.
However, witnessing the great power of their [Sotnis], the leopard people comforted themselves that there was still a glimmer of hope in this despair.
Religion, miracles, myths, legends. These things are originally false and superstitious things fabricated by human beings in the dark days to encourage themselves.
After fully understanding the principle of photons, human society no longer believes in superstitious things such as gods and ghosts, but looks at magic and miracles with a more scientific attitude. They have lost their awe of mysterious things in their hearts.
Because of this, mankind has entered an era without gods, and its souls are empty and have nothing to rely on.
Because of this, people's hearts have become depraved, their lives are extravagant and corrupt, they are unwilling to make progress, and they are greedy for enjoyment.
------They are in the light, but what they see in their eyes is [hazy darkness].
The orcs, on the other hand, are in darkness, and all they see are the dots of light at the end of the sky. It is precisely because the dark region is so dark and boundless that they need gods, faith, and spiritual reliance.
Their reliance will occasionally be answered by Kama (destiny), and what Kama gives these orcs is [Light in the Dark] --- [Sotnis].
------In some strange way, the Hungarian people are happier than humans.
Late at night. In a small wooden house on the grassland.
A voice woke up the little boy.
Arthur got up from the bed and looked at the woods outside the window, feeling stunned for a while.
------In the dark night, a beautiful white bird lies quietly on a dark branch.
She looked at the six-year-old boy with her bright green eyes, as if she was telling Arthur something.
"Ayaya Ayusharrusharus --------"
"Quick, quick, quick, wake up, wake up, wake up, come on, come on!" A voice said in the child's mind.
"Who are you..." Arthur covered his head in annoyance and scolded in a low voice: "Why do you want to disturb my life!"
"I can obviously live a happy life------"
"Arthur?" Hearing a strange noise in the middle of the night, the mother poked her head in from outside the room to check on her son's condition: "What's wrong, are you having a nightmare?"
"No, no." The little boy promised his mother and lay back on the bed.
"Okay, go to bed. We have to go camping tomorrow." Igraine comforted her restless son and covered him with a quilt.
"Mom..." the little boy asked in a low voice.
"Huh?" Mother agreed gently.
The child let out a breath of white air and asked tremblingly: "...I have been living so happily...Is there really no problem?"
He often feels afraid of his daily life. Life with his parents is so happy, as if he is having a beautiful dream.
The more I dream such a sweet dream, the more I am afraid that I will wake up from this dream one day.
Once he wakes up, he will fall into some kind of terrible [reality], and the cruel reality will swallow Arthur up again.
Tears rolled down the little boy's eyes. He just didn't want to be separated from his parents. For such a happy dream, even if he spent all his life in exchange for its continuation for one more second, he would be grateful and nod in agreement.
He just wants to live happily.
Igraine looked at her son with pity, and she seemed to feel something vaguely.
The woman hugged her son and said softly: "Arthur, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, mom will always be by your side and will always protect you."
Igraine sang a lullaby softly: "
Ah------the stars in the sky------
Why do you squint your eyes, squint your eyes?
It is to find that flickering hope, the bright light.
Light shines upon the earth, God’s light whispers,
If there is hope, there is a moment to see through the darkness.
Ah------the wandering traveler,
Why are you looking around, looking around?
It is to recall the touching moments that passed by in your life.
You stand on the ground and travel to the ends of the earth,
If you have the courage, there will be a moment of finding the light.
------＂
After the song, Arthur gradually fell asleep.
Igraine looked at her son's round face that looked peaceful and handsome in his deep sleep, and lovingly made the quilt for the child.
Then, she looked back out the window at the white bird on the tree in the distance.
The white bird still stood quietly on the branch, her green eyes staring into Igraine's black eyes, sparks of hostility bursting out.
"Go!" the woman warned, "No one can take my baby away from me!"
As if sensing Igraine's unshakable obsession, the white bird finally spread its wings and flew away from this place.
Igraine breathed a sigh of relief. She never wanted to lose Arthur again - in order to keep her precious son, a woman's obsession can be very terrifying.