This is a long dream.
A dream that Lorgar knew was a dream.
The moment the four-winged eagle fell to the ground, her body has deeply remembered the reaction and pain at that moment. Her legs were crushed, and her bones were like grains of wheat under a stone-milling turntable. Although she had never planted wheat, she had seen the people of the tribe. What to do with this food purchased from the north.
Without a doubt, let alone fighting, she couldn't even stand up for the rest of her life.
But now, she's still standing.
So it was a dream.
Reality can only be reversed in dreams.
Lorgar took a deep breath and looked forward. Underfoot is a sandy road with no end in sight. Every time she walks, she can meet an opponent—yes, the opponents she has defeated in her life are now walking towards her in turn. There was no ridicule, no sarcasm, they passed her one by one, and then disappeared into the endless yellow sand behind them.
At first it was a sandworm.
That was the result of her first hunt at the age of twelve.
When it sneaks in the sand, it will leave an obvious trail. This is also the easiest time to pull it out and kill it. Once it lurks quietly, it is difficult to find its location. However, in fact, the sand people are the most cunning hunters in the desert. She disguised herself as a bush, and when the sandworm approached, she stabbed it into the hot sand with a spear and pierced its forehead directly.
This record surpassed her brother and sister, and even in the big clan of Iron Sand City, it was considered extremely excellent. It was this hunting that made her fall in love with the pleasure of confrontation and fighting.
This time, the sandworm did not sneak into the ground to swim, but raised its head and slowly slid across the sand like a snake. For a split second, Lorgar even thought it would spew a mouthful of acid at him, corrupting her beyond recognition. But in the end nothing happened, it just passed her so quietly.
Next up is the Scorpion and the Desert Wolf... her second and third opponents.
The former left her, but the latter stopped. After hesitating for a moment, the Desert Wolf walked over to her, wagging his tail, sniffing at her bare, calloused feet, then turned and walked side by side with her.
It was a brutal challenge, Lorgar remembered - Mokin women had to work much harder than men to become qualified duelists. After hunting a lot of sandworms and poisonous scorpions non-stop, she set her sights on the wolves.
It was just that the collective action of the wolves was far more terrifying than she had expected. A sandstorm swept away the team, and when the storm subsided, the densely packed wolves appeared on the horizon.
The surrounded sand people resisted, but they were still no match for the sharp claws and fangs that rushed up from all directions. The tribe fell one by one. She thought she would be buried here, but she did not expect that at the last moment, a tear-like pain took over her, and then she awakened to become a goddess.
A huge wolf king.
She stood in the blood-stained yellow sand, looking down at the wolves. Everywhere she looked, the wolves fell down, as if kneeling to greet the gods who ruled their fate.
After awakening, the road suddenly became much wider.
Leaders of the same age, clan warriors, experienced warriors... One by one, they came towards each other and disappeared one by one, and Lorgar's heart gradually tightened.
Perhaps the dream will end when the last opponent passes by her.
There was little time left to walk.
She tried to slow her steps down a bit... but it didn't help.
It didn't take long for the earth to become dark, and it seemed that some behemoth was passing over her head. Lorgar raised his head and saw the silhouette of a four-winged eagle.
The last moment has come!
At the same time, the desert wolf beside him let out a roar, his body swelled up suddenly, and rushed towards the sky overlord.
The two giant beasts collided violently, blood and feathers splattered in all directions, as if they wanted to complete the undecided duel on the burning high platform.
Lorgar held her breath and stared at her final battle—every time she fought, her body would faithfully record all the feelings she felt, which was why she grew much faster than the average person. If she fights this monster again, she firmly believes that she can last longer, and she can bite off the opponent's head without even waiting for Ashes to intervene.
Too bad she couldn't wait for this chance.
The battle quickly heated up. Lorgar wanted to rush up to fight alongside the giant wolf, but found that his body was completely immobile, and even his feet began to lose consciousness.
She realized that the dream was about to wake up.
The fear gripped her heart and made her tremble.
No, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life lying in bed like a waste!
She wants to stand up!
I want to keep fighting!
However, the feeling of confinement is getting stronger and stronger, and it has spread from the legs to the neck. At this moment, I can't even move the neck.
Suddenly, the belly of the desert wolf was pecked open by the eagle's beak, and a scream suddenly came out - it dragged its intestines and staggered two steps, and fell weakly in the direction where Lorgar was standing. Even if it lost the ability to fight back, it still used its broad back. She blocked all the enemy's next attacks for her.
The pecks seemed to hit her in the heart.
Do not--!
Lorgar suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
In an instant, Sha Lu and the giant beast disappeared without a trace, and the maid's exclamation sounded beside him, "Master Princess... You, you are awake!"
That's right... She was in a trance for a while and woke up.
The last time she was standing was... Wait, Lorgar couldn't help but stunned, she clearly saw the maid hurriedly running to the bed, wiping the cold sweat from her body. The old tent roof, the swordsmen hanging on the wall, and the flaming brazier are all very clear.
How is it possible to do this with just one eye
She subconsciously reached out to touch her left eye, and the touch was actually intact.
No, not only the eyes, but the two arms are equally unobstructed, there is not a trace of soreness on the body, even the feet...
Lorgar violently lifted the quilt, rolled over from the bed, and stood firmly on the ground.
"This is..." She looked at the startled maid.
"That group of northerners brought and brought a new goddess and healed all your wounds," the maid explained stammeringly, "she doesn't even use herbs, just touch your hands and your wounds will heal again. heal up."
"In Neverwinter in Greycastle, there is a witch named Nana. She has the ability to heal any injury, even if only one breath is left, or her limbs are completely broken, she can restore the wound to its original state."
Ash's words suddenly appeared in Lorgar's mind... So that's the case, the words she said were not words of consolation, but that there really is such a magical witch.
"Where are they?" Lorgar quickly put on his coat, "I have to thank her."
"left already."
"What?" She frowned. "What about the ashes?"
"It's not in Iron Sand City anymore. The Aosha Clan took the first batch of sand people to the southern part of Greycastle two days ago."
"Really..." The wolf girl slowed down, "How many days have I been in a coma?"
The maid timidly stretched out three fingers, then added three more.
"Six days... It's really an incomparably long dream," she sighed, "Did anything else happen to Iron Sand City during this time?"
"Yes, the Nuo Tao clan annexed the battered Blackwater clan, and then launched a sacred challenge to us..." The little girl's expression was a little down, "He, he, the patriarch, did not fight, but directly conceded defeat. We've dropped to third place... and we can't live in this castle anymore."
"Really?" Lorgar raised an eyebrow, "I'm going to see my father."
"Ah...Wait, Princess Princess, your hood and cloak!" The maid chased the door with a stack of clothes, "There have been a lot of outsiders in the stone castle recently, some came to discuss matters with the patriarch, and some "..." She said, her voice suddenly becoming as thin as a gossamer.
"He's here to chase us away, right?" Lorgar reached out and touched the pointed ears on top of his head, then smiled at her, "Keep it, I don't need them anymore."
"Eh? But—"
Before becoming the patriarch, try to hide her inhuman features as much as possible. Even a goddess, her appearance that is different from ordinary people will attract rejection and suspicion—this is a warning from her father. But after walking the long sandy road in her dream, she already understood what she wanted.
Half man, half beast? monster
That doesn't stop her from continuing to fight, does it
Lorgar waved his hand and did not explain further, but strode straight to the top of the stone castle.