Roman dreamed of a weird dream.
There are corpses in that dream, thousands of dead people, the city burning in the sea of flames, the buildings groaning | like hell.
She dreamed that she had become a baby girl, bound in a baby girl, abandoned on a square where the buildings were tall and majestic, but burned out in the flames.
That was not the architectural style of any city she had ever seen.
It is neither Braggs nor Amperexel, and the aesthetics of the Cruz people are even more different.
When Brando wasn't by her side, Roman began to feel scared. She wanted to call Brando, Freya, desperately making a sound, but in the end she could only cry constantly, with a clear and loud voice.
Until someone was killed out of the fire, it was a group of knights covered in armor—their armor style was strange, she had never seen this style of armor in Brando's territory.
When the knights saw her, they immediately yelled in surprise. Their language Roman had never heard before, and they spoke very fast, but she could understand:
"Found her!"
"Kill her, daughter of the devil!"
"Thanks Martha, we are saved!"
The knights yelled and drew their swords, but before they could get closer, suddenly several golden flames fell from the sky and hit the knights. The high-temperature jet pierced their heads, and a flame was exploded under the armor, leaving only a few twisted metal fragments scattered on the ground.
Then Roman saw some people wearing black and red robes and walked out of the sea of flames. They didn't say a word, and directly picked her up from the ground.
One of them looked at her intently, with an indescribable look on his face, and shook his head heavily.
He said a word that was different from those of the knights before, but Roman could still understand: "...It's a nightmare."
He stretched out his hand to kill Roman.
But the people next to him stopped him.
"She is at least our most successful work. You can't just destroy her like this."
"This is our common result. There may be other ways. Everything has to wait for the congressmen to make a joint ruling."
The man holding Roman hesitated, his hands stopped in the air.
"This plan has completely failed, and we may have to compromise."
"No, maybe we still have a second way to go. The plan of the druids may not be successful. The Bronze clan is violent and full of flaws, and the council will not approve it."
"This is not good news, my brother."
"But the monitors found that Martha was a little changed. In a few days, she used 70 to 80% of the network's energy several times. Although it was extremely short, there were still traces to follow."
"What is our great mother doing?"
"Projection, she seems to be projecting something."
The man was silent, he put down his hand: "I'll explore with her—"
Roman dreamed that she was taken away from that city, and then dreamed of another more spectacular city, many majestic buildings, sacred halls, and many people in strange costumes she had never seen before were fiercely in the dream. dispute.
Then she dreamed that she was locked in a dark place, and then she fell asleep for thousands of years.
She sobbed in the darkness, calling out the names of Brando and Freya.
She fell asleep in her dream, dreaming of Freya in her dream, but Freya looked at her in horror, getting further and further away from her.
She dreamed that she was in a small room, the room was in a mess, and two strange bodies fell at her feet.
She dreamed of her aunt, who looked at her frowning, nodded her forehead with her fingertips, muttered something in her mouth.
Then I woke up from the dream.
While crying, she trembled and looked for her direction in the darkness. There seemed to be many weird scenes around her. A group of cavalry, glowing with fluorescence, riding a skeleton horse; or a few rickety skeletons in her eyes. Shining golden-red light; and howling ghosts emerged from the darkness.
She found that she did not know when she came to Butcher, the night of the escape, the undead army was constantly coming, but Brando was not by her side this time.
"Brando, Freya, where are you...?"
She cried out with some fear.
…
Standing on the burning street, the dragon queen was amazed to see the thick smoke surging up, forming rows of skeletal cavalry armed with long spears—the riders were wearing ragged armor and exposed between the leaky chain armor under the waist and abdomen. Ribs and spine, their skinny hands holding long spears, riding on scrawny horses—charged her.
The ground couldn't feel the slightest vibration, but the cavalry had already approached, and the dragon queen remained motionless. Before the skeleton rider and their horses collided with her, it suddenly collapsed and turned into choking smoke again.
The Queen of Dragon snorted.
In front of her, the burning street regained its former condition, as if the previous scene was just an illusion.
But only a moment later.
She saw a stag made of flames jumping from a nearby roof, and its four hoofs caught fire and fell in front of her. The stag was like the one Brando had seen in the Black Forest. It was tall and handsome, as if it were perfect. Of creatures.
The tall creature gave Gwendolyn a condescending look, then turned and turned back in the other direction.
"Divine breath..."
Gwendolyn was slightly shocked.
She hesitated for a moment, and chased in that direction. Countless ghosts emerged from the flames, screaming at her, but before each head approached her body, a scream disappeared.
One man and one deer chased one after another in the burning city, and every time Gwendolyn felt that he was about to reach the latter, the stag would suddenly disappear and then appear further away.
If other people had already given up not chasing after such a thing, Gwendolyn felt something vaguely. She held an olive-shaped white gem in her hand, and the gem was slightly warm in her hand.
"Don't worry, baby," the Dragon Queen replied in her heart, "I will be with you, and we will succeed."
She muttered to herself.
Roman dreamed of a tree.
It is tall and lush, exudes a gleam of light, like the fairy tree in the legend of the elves, the mother of the elves in the legend.
Roman felt a little tired. She grew up a little bit and had the body of a five or six-year-old girl. She came under the tree, curled up in a certain tree hole, and fell asleep in her dream.
The dragon queen suddenly stopped.
She saw that the ground in front of her was suddenly torn apart, and countless burning thorns shot out from under the stone slab and rolled towards her.
Her complexion changed, and she raised her hand knife and chopped forward. An invisible wind blade split from her fingertips and cut the burning vines in half. The curly plants fell on the ground and immediately turned into sparks and disappeared.
"This is the golden magic tree!"
Gwendolyn finally recognized it.
She watched from a distance as the stag was standing behind a burning bush and looked at herself contemptuously, her heart filled with consternation. She probably never dreamed that she would one day experience the feeling of being attacked by the descendants of Finridos.
The tree shepherd planted golden magic trees everywhere in Warnd, but one day they planted them at their doorstep.
Gwendolyn suddenly recognized the identity of this tree. The shepherd numbered each of their experiments. Each experiment was different. She recognized that the seed of the magic tree was taken to Eruin. .
"It's it!"
She finally understood.
This is the dream of the little girl, she suddenly shuddered, and the twilight will recover so fast, just a dream of it is enough to affect the present world.
She must be found quickly.
It has to be faster.
The thorns moved again, they intertwined with each other, forming a wall of whip, and rolled towards her. The dragon queen let out a strange low growl from her throat. If a dragon language scholar is here, she will find that this is a tremolo that has been superimposed thousands of times, and it accurately knits the threads of the seven laws together.
A dazzling white light shot out of Gwendolyn's mouth, and the burning vines made a squeaky scream, which immediately melted.
But for the Golden Demon Tree, as long as it doesn’t hurt its body, it won’t lose its combat effectiveness. The thorns cannot be hit by a single blow, and immediately rises from the ground, and surrounds her in dense clusters. Wendoline entangled.
Gwendolyn immediately flew high, avoiding this annoying entanglement. No one knew the nature of the golden magic tree better than her. She looked around in mid-air, trying to find the body of the golden magic tree.
But at this time, a white light shot at her.
Only then did the Dragon Empress see what it was. It was a stone trypan, a creature living in the elemental plane of the earth. It and the Golden Demon Tree are life and death enemies, but at this moment these two natural enemies are united to deal with it. she.
The stone Trypanosoma was at least ten times larger than Brando had ever seen before, and Gwendolyn screamed almost desperately: "Mother of Trypanosoma stone!"
Then he was knocked out.
If you look down from the sky at this moment, you can see a certain area near December Square at this moment. After a chain reaction, a whole row of burning buildings on a street collapsed one after another.
Gwendolyn got up from the ruins with a sullen head, and patted the flames in her hair with his hands. There was no frustration or frustration on her face, but the golden pupils lit up.
She bounced directly from the ground, spreading a pair of huge wings behind her, and shot at the mother of the stone trypanosoma in mid-air, and directly hit the body of the mother of the stone trypanosoma with a punch.
It seemed as if the previous scene had reappeared, but the two sides adjusted each other. The mother of the stone trypanosomes uttered a roar, and then flew back like a cannonball, hitting the ground heavily, turning into smoke in a cloud of smoke. Fell apart.
At this moment, Gwendolyn finally found the body of the golden magic tree.
"I found you, little girl."
She grabbed her hands in mid-air, and the power of the sages spread out, and she pulled the golden magic tree from the ground. After losing the nourishment of the dream, the phantom of this world was immediately torn apart and turned into sparks and disappeared invisible.
In Roman's dream, the elven tree seemed to wither suddenly.
She crawled out of the tree hole blankly, seeming to watch this scene somewhat sadly.
Two ice dragons flew out of the thick smoke—
"Get out of here!" Gwendolyn roared, tearing them to pieces with bare hands.
But at this time, Roman finally came to the battlefield of Amperisel.
The dragon queen almost looked up at the huge shadow standing in front of her.
"Giant Soldier..." She gritted her teeth and said, "Everything goes back for a while, what a good thing you did!"
The behemoth hit her with a punch, Gwendolyn didn’t dare to take it, and hurried around. She knew that in Roman’s dream the latter ruled everything, and the giant soldier was extremely impressed by the opponent. In other words, the strength of the latter has been greatly exaggerated.
The giant soldier hit the ground with a fist, and she watched as she watched an area of about 300 meters in a circle turned into nothingness and turned into a pit of tens of meters.
A full blow from the extreme realm is nothing more than that.
But this is obviously not full force for the giant soldier, it turned around, and then swept towards the dragon queen with its backhand. Gwendolyn knew that this was not the way to go. Right now, she would either Longhua and use her full strength—but as long as she turned into a dragon, the temples of the dragon race might immediately descend on her head—Gwendolyn obviously didn’t want to fall short, so she had no choice but to Find another way.
She flew high, landed on the arm of the giant soldier, and then went around behind it, all the way down, the giant soldier slapped backhand and hit her back hard, the shock wave almost shook Gwendolyn Spouting a mouthful of blood, as a sage, she would not have come so badly, but in fact since the Evergreen Corridor was injured in the First World War, she herself has not recovered the strength of her heyday.
However, Zhenbo also accelerated her falling speed. She carefully avoided the feet of the giant soldier and came directly under it, and she saw the merchant lady standing blankly on the street.
Romain closed her eyes tightly, and black air filled her body. She tilted her head slightly, looked at Gwendolyn curiously, and suddenly asked:
"Did Brando let you come to me?"
The giant soldier composed of thick smoke above the two people's heads immediately disappeared.
Gwendolyn stopped and looked carefully at the little human girl in front of him—it wasn’t the first time she saw each other, as early as decades ago, she had seen a baby girl on the last battlefield. Roman.
Then near Vargos, she also saw the little girl from a distance, but the time was still too late.
She took a breath, as if trying to calm her turbulent heart.
"The Dragon of Twilight, we won in the end—"
Gwendolyn said coldly.
"Brando..." Romain asked in a low voice, she frowned slightly, showing a somewhat uncomfortable look: "Bran...more,...I..."
The merchant's voice gradually lowered, and then her tone became cold.
"You awakened me, mortal?"
It seemed that in the face of such a great will, even a noble and powerful creature like a dragon had become an insignificant existence like a worm.
"Who are you-?"
Roman asked.
"The one who beat you."
The Queen of Dragon replied quietly.