Wearing a saint white battle robe, silver battle armor, holding a spear and a halberd. The pattern on the spear is a beautiful temple cross, and the halberd is like a sharp spear with wings spread out under it. A swallow-tailed flag is tied to the barrel of the gun below, and the flag is painted with a cross, a heavy sun, angels and saints.
On the flag is written'Tuienn sior chumree' in swash, which means the holy sword under the brilliance.
There are also elves in the team, with pointed ears and long golden hair in braids. Their war horses also wore white robes, painted with the texture of the sun's thorns.
The whole team was shrouded in the luminous white light, slowly moving forward in the forest, but silently, making this picture look weird.
"Lord Lord, Lord Lord!" Metisa tugged him twice before he came back to his senses. Brando let out a sigh. This is the Holy Order of the Knights of Grace. It is exactly the same as the one he has seen in "Amber". No, it may be that one.
"Rosa!" someone in the team screamed, and a knight stumbled out of the team. "Rosa, Rosa? Where are you going?"
"Stop him!" Brando suddenly reacted, but the person next to him took a step slowly, and the knight quickly disappeared into the dark forest. The team suddenly became a little commotion, and he hurriedly reminded him loudly: "Don't look over there. It is a fantasy in your heart. It only exists in your memory. Those are the dreams of anonymous people, which are entangled with your dreams. Together, if you are tempted, you will be with'them' and be replaced by'them'—"
Brando had already established prestige in the previous battle, and his words shocked everyone, and the team really stabilized a lot. But Brando still saw someone slow down, and as long as he was slightly confused, he would be swallowed by this forest.
Brando quietly asked Nimesis to count the number of people, but after only a few minutes, the entire team was missing seven people. He knew that those people would never come back. They would wander all day long in dreams that the living would never find, and until they died, their souls would linger here.
He sighed.
"These people who are not determined." Nimesse's face was cold, her lips were pursed, and the contours of her face under her long dark hair became distinct.
Brando turned her head to look at the female knight, a little displeased: "No one dares to say that they can never waver, everyone has important people or things in their hearts—"
"Because of this, they were shaken in the face of the faith that should be held. Hank's fiancee Rosa is waiting for him to return. Corinth has two sons and a daughter, but they can't hold onto their faith in their relatives—" Nimei Sisi's voice became quieter: "I selected them because I thought they were the best knights. I thought they could survive and go back."
Brando was stunned. He suddenly saw Nimesis' expression very lonely: "Are you angry because of this?"
"No, it's just that I saw the wrong people and hurt them." The female knight replied softly. She glanced at Brando indifferently, turned and left.
Brando stood for a moment, until someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw Feralas's handsome but not serious face. "My Lord Earl, you are amazing. Even Ms. Nimesis dare to provoke. Legend has it that a powerful woman is a rose with thorns—but Ms. Nimesis must have only thorns, not the fragrance of roses." The young knight was mysterious. To say.
Brando gave this guy a bad look: "But I saw that you were talking to her a few days ago?"
Feralas shrugged, without any embarrassment of being dismantled, and replied solemnly: "Because of this, I can deeply understand this."
Brando stared at this guy.
"Because she beat him so hard." Laurenna's voice came from behind. The female knight stepped forward and slammed her fiance's waist with the hilt, then turned her head and asked, "Mr. Brando, haven't you found anything wrong?"
"Yeah." Brando raised his head and looked around. Of course he found out, or knew it for a long time—the knights trudged through the forest, separating the thick bushes. However, the surrounding light is accelerating and dimming, as if enveloped in a black fog. At first, at least the outline of a dozen meters away can be seen clearly, but now it seems that it is so dark that only a few people around can be seen.
"Ha, what's going on?" Feralas asked as if he had only noticed the surrounding situation, scratching his arm and making a cold war.
"I'm about to talk to you about this-it's a dream."
"Dream?" Laurenna puzzled.
"Simply put, we are in a dream. This dream is the dream of an unknown person in the forest.'They' often dream of everything in their lives. But this dream is shrouded in the real world and is in our memory. The world is linked together. The unnamed people often use this method to lure travelers and get them lost in the forest."
"No wonder I just saw the little woman I saw in Leno just now. Martha is on. She is as charming and plump as she was at that time." Feralas was not finished, she was brutally stunned by Laurenna. Take a look.
"Do you mean this is an illusion, Lord Earl?"
"Not at all."
Brando replied as he walked. After the team passed through a dense bush, the woodland seemed to become sparse. He saw a flat ground appeared, and thick darkness seemed to be pouring from all directions. Not far away, the knights seemed to have noticed that something was wrong, and began to commotion.
"Everyone is moving closer." Nimesis' voice came from ahead. The female knight commander's voice was as firm and cold as ever, like a banner in the dark. Brando sometimes doesn't like her character very much, but he has to admit that Nimesis is an excellent soldier.
Better than senior sister.
This open terrain reminded him of a place. After walking for a while, uneven pebbles and gravel appeared on the ground. This is a river beach, and only at the bottom of the valley will there be similar topography.
But he is not sure whether this is already a wall of sighs—
"You know the dream, Miss Laurenna." Brando replied back, "Everything in the dream is uncertain, and the passage of time in the dream depends on how active your thinking is during sleep; so now we can neither It is certain that we have reached that place, and it is not certain how long we have walked in the forest. We walk through this dark forest, and everything we see is a dream."
"Wait, I'm a little confused." Laurenna helped her forehead: "You mean it's a dream now. Are you in my dream, Lord Earl?"
"That's not so good—" Feralas replied, full of jealousy.
"Of course not, you can understand it as half asleep and half awake." Brando glanced at the guy.
"You mean we are a large group of people walking around in the forest, collective sleepwalking?"
Brando thinks this guy's analogy is really crappy. But I have to say that this is the most suitable statement for the current situation, so he had to nodded to the two of them.
"That's great-I mean for the beasts in the forest; Brando, you can imagine the feeling that the food will be delivered by itself-I bet Rustha's'Unicorns and Girls' The waiter in the hotel does not have such an excellent service attitude."
"If I wander to death in this forest, do you think they will erect a tombstone for me and write "Friends of the Forest" on it, maybe they will send me a two thousand pound medal. On the medal. I must engrave the emblem of the "Unicorn and Maiden" hotel to prove that I, as an excellent waiter, have selflessly dedicated to this forest—"
"Shut up!" Laurenna interrupted Feralas's long comment: "My Lord Earl, is there any danger in this dream?"
"This dream is connected with the dream before the life of the infamous. If you are confused by them, the soul will stay in this forest forever and never wake up."
"What should I do?"
"Resolute." Brando replied. He raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone is closer to each other. This forest is a dream weaved by an unknown person. Be careful. Later, it will pull you into the dreamland of the past. In. If you don’t want to sleep in this forest forever, you just have to remember two words-firmness and calmness."
His voice spread far away.
The dream of the unnamed person is a bit like the battle of a golden magic tree. But this dream is completely different from the dream of the Forbidden Orchard. It really exists in this world. The dreams of those who have lost their reputation will swallow everyone, like a huge vortex, pulling them to the center.
To escape from these dreams, all you have to do is to redeem the entire dream world.
The darkness has become more and more intense, and Brando gradually can't even see the figures of Laurenna and Feralas next to him. From time to time in the darkness someone asked to keep going in that direction.
"forward."
This is Nimesis' answer.
But in fact, that direction is meaningless. Brando walked for a while, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter, as if even the whistling wind had died down. After a while, there seemed to be a rhythmic sound of insects, and melodious music came from a distance.
It's not the ethereal singing of elves or fairies in the legend, but a human instrument, which is a wind instrument similar to a trumpet, playing a joyous tone. It's just that if there is no sound, it seems to come from a certain direction outside the forest.
Brando blinked and felt the light around him gradually brighten. The woodland has become completely sparse, and there is an open space in front of me, with lights in the distance, like a small town.
He stood alone by the river beach with stars dotted above his head. The forest was full of beautiful black pines, and the moonlight was set against the gurgling water, like Buche or Chablis on a night after midsummer.
Nimesis, Laurenna, Feralas, Freya, and the knights, everything disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, and then tried psychic connection, but there was no response.
Brando understood.
I was already asleep.
This is his dream.
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