In the second half of the night, the wind seemed to be blowing in the forest. The sound of the wind was like a pack of wolves running at dusk in the myth. Peia has long been used to being alone in the shadow of the tent. Since that drastic change, she has not dared to fall asleep easily, and the nightmare of that day seems to reappear in every dream.
She saw her younger brother walking in front of her covered in blood, followed by a dark and obscure shadow—
Half asleep and half awake, the light of the flickering candles suddenly went out—only nobles could afford to light expensive suet candles in every tent—but after the light disappeared suddenly, the darkness seemed to be stretched.
The walls of the tent were engulfed in deep darkness, and there seemed to be light in the distance. The hunter girl blinked some heavy eyelids, and saw that she was in a shadowy forest. The woods were hazy, as if there were gray ghosts. When she heard the distant singing, she couldn't help raising her head, and saw a line of white robes in the forest, gleaming ghosts slowly passing by.
Some of those ghosts were wearing robes, some were riding war horses, some were armed with spears, and some were carrying swallow-tail flags. Everyone had a clear face. Some seemed to recognize her, and some felt unfamiliar. She suddenly saw a short figure walking in the line. He lowered his head. It was her brother Aruta.
"Aruta!" Peia couldn't help screaming.
She couldn't care about anything else in her heart, and immediately ran in that direction. But the forest became denser and denser, and the complex root system seemed to grow, tripping her up at once. She raised her head and desperately saw her brother's back go further and further away.
"Yaruta!"
"Peia." A firm voice came from outside the dream.
The hunter girl felt as if someone had grabbed her hand, the surrounding scenery faded quickly, and warm light penetrated into the darkness from all directions. She opened her eyes suddenly and found herself standing in the middle of the camp, her head covered in cold sweat, and her face pale as paper.
Brando was standing in front of him, grabbing her arm, and there was a campfire in front of her. Peia leaned forward slightly, as if she was about to rush into the fire.
"What's the matter with you?" Brando frowned. He and Medissa saw the hunter girl rush out of the tent with empty expressions and slammed into the campfire without hesitation. Had it not been for his quick hands and quick eyes, she would have at least severely burned at the moment.
But only now did he realize that the other party seemed to be sleepwalking.
"Have a nightmare again?" The hunter girl wakes up every night. For Brando, who has to watch for a while every night, it is naturally clear.
Peia looked at him blankly, as if she hadn't reacted for a while. Her hair was scattered against her completely soaked forehead, and tears gleamed in her dark brown eyes, as if she hadn't recovered from the nightmare before.
"Sir, Knight Knight?" Peia was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowering her head tremblingly: "Yes, I'm sorry."
In the strict hierarchy, how could the daughter of a vulgar hunter like her easily touch the body of a nobleman. Nobles are descendants of sages, glorious, glorious, noble, and disdain to be with untouchables. In some places, civilians would be punished if they approached the nobles without authorization. In Lobu, civilians within ten feet of the nobles’ carriages would be flogged.
In the early days, this was a means to guard against assassins. But in modern times, it has gradually evolved into a unique honor.
Brando was taken aback, and then he reacted. He shook his head, "I said, if it's because of my noble status, you don't need to apologize for it. Some people value this because there is nothing but it. He is proud of the title given by society, and I have ideals and pursuits that I am proud of. Miss Peia, I let you stay in this team, just because you are our guide, if possible, I Will help you find your brother's whereabouts—"
He said so much, in fact, just to appease each other. Peia really calmed down. She glanced at the lord with some caution. She heard Feralas, Laurenna, and other knights call him'Lord Earl'. What kind of superior existence the Lord Earl was like, she couldn't imagine that the most proficient person in Shallow Water Town was just an old knight.
But this Lord Earl was undoubtedly a weird person, she had never seen such a noble noble.
"Thank you, Lord Knight, I have a nightmare again."
"What happened to you just now didn't seem like a nightmare. What did you see just now?"
Peia was a little puzzled, but she explained her dream again.
"White ghost?"
"What's the matter?" Medissa stood up and asked softly. She saw the look on Brando's face a little serious, and felt that things might be a bit weird.
"Interesting—" Brando raised his head and looked at the pointed canopy of the pine forest swaying in the wind. At first he thought it was the sea and land breeze blowing from the direction of the Dead Moon Sea, but now it seems that it is not the same thing.
"Last time I told you about the disheartened knight, Peia, you are from the Manorville area. Have you heard the legend of the disgraced?"
"The nameless person?"
"Ah, uh-"
"The name of a person who loses its name is a name, and a name is like a code name. It is actually meaningless in itself, but a mark of you. Miner people have some dark legends. If someone loses their name, Will become wandering like a lonely ghost. Simply put, abandoned by the civilized world—"
"The elves have a similar argument, because people need each other. If a person loses his due reputation, then his value of existence is also very weak."
"The legend of the ghost in the forest has a long history..."
The knights who have lost their reputation are abandoned by people. They are plunged into darkness, lost themselves, and mutter to themselves all day long. In fact, they are dead long ago, but their memories are lingering in the forest and staying there all day long. If someone has confusion in their hearts, they will be tempted by them.
Hunters often see lost knights in the forest, but that is just the fear of the unknown in their hearts.
Brando watched the wind surging over the forest. It seemed to be big enough to push the clouds. But behind the clouds is still bleak, which is unreasonable—because it is not the wind, but the huge anxiety that surrounds everyone's hearts.
This anxiety comes from the turbulence of the whole world.
Brando saw a light blue arc of light on the horizon. He originally thought it was a sky formed by the faint light converging outside the line of sight, but now it seems that there is only a reasonable explanation left.
The second magic wave is coming—
It's really unfortunate.
"Medissa, go get the others up, I'm afraid this forest will not be so safe later. We have to figure out a way to cross the Wall of Sighs before then. Things in the forest may cause us some trouble—"
"Lord Lord?"
The camp seemed to come alive. In just ten minutes, the pale blue sky on the horizon grew like a claw in this direction, the wind seemed to come alive, the gust of wind screamed, rolling up countless branches and leaves, and gathered into a black river. A little bit of light appeared in the forest, which was a signal that the magic power floating in the main material world was skyrocketing.
In a turbulent situation, everyone finally assembled. Brando counted everyone and after making sure that no one was left behind, he looked back at Nimesis, who was staring at the sky with a gloomy expression. "I seem to have seen it there..." she muttered to herself.
Brando knew that she had indeed experienced it, but those memories had already been shattered into pieces. He didn't know how many memories she still had from that time. But Nimesis seemed to think of something, she turned her head and looked at Brando: "Brando, do you know what...?"
"Let's talk about this later." Brando looked at the forest that seemed to be shaking up suddenly. This time the magic wave was the second wave recorded in history. The warlocks of the Tower of Stars and Moon recorded this tide, and it was earlier than in history, about three months earlier.
Although it is not clear what this means, the outside world must be caught in a panic. The second wave of tides crossed the boundaries of the Land of Order, affecting Eruin, the south of Cruz, Ellanta, and some areas around the Great Glacier. Documents record that solar eclipses, day-to-night transitions, and tides of Warcraft were observed in many places at that time. Or a similar phenomenon.
Brando was a little worried about Antitina and Roman, but he believed that they should be able to handle things in the territory. Fortunately, now the Cruz people should be on their side, otherwise it would not be easy to find a door in the Temple of Flame at this juncture.
"Lord Lord, what should we do now?" A knight leaned forward and asked respectfully.
Brando glanced in the direction of the forest.
The swarthy woods are like a living creature, and the little magic in the forest is its countless eyes, and the swaying tree crown is like dancing hair. It opened its mouth in the black hole, waiting for the intruder to break in.
But after a short delay, the team moved towards the forest. Passing through this ruin is the wall of sighs, Brando knew what was there in his mind.
But the magic wave came too fast.
Most of the tents were abandoned because there was no time to clean up. The gust of wind swept them into the air, but no one dared to look back. Everyone rushed into the forest in front of them against the wind. At this time, someone in the team suddenly exclaimed:
"Oh my God, what is that!"
"Ah!" Brando heard Peia's scream of fear. He turned his head and saw a team of knights in the forest not far away with gleaming light shining slowly in the forest. go ahead.
He seemed to have seen the team there.