Chapter 80 Dream Revelation

The night in Palotusbi was cold and dangerous.

The freezing rain was as hard and thick as pine needles, constantly bombarding the leather tents. Even so, it could not wake up the tired refugees, and even snoring could be heard in the noisy water.

The charcoal fire that the bandits used to survive the winter gave the expedition team a comfortable dream.

Ken took a light nap on the bed covered with a velvet blanket. The legacy left by the orc leader was indeed rich. He finally had the opportunity to enjoy it and relieve his mental fatigue.

Turned over and fell asleep.

Thick fog rose around, and in the hazy and gloomy world, the green light that came from nowhere was evenly coated on the smoke.

Whispering on all sides, the waves blew like the wind.

The scattered part revealed a dark outline, and the tall and majestic body stood quietly like a mountain. The bone-chilling coldness came from the air, and the touch of the sharp scratching skin was quite real.

Ken looked down and found that he was barefoot, stepping on dark ice bricks.

Freezing rain appeared in the dream.

Water drops hit his cheeks and outstretched arms.

He observed with the help of the dim green light, the liquid seemed to be very viscous. The moment this thought came to his mind, the rain seemed to change, more and more like...

"Blood."

Ken felt a chill.

The mist suddenly rushed towards him, like a surging wave, rushing to hit the reef far away from the coast!

Cold, suffocating, the soul of the living.

He opened his eyes and saw the outlines that disappeared quickly behind the mist. There were more than one, strange shapes, which made people awe and fear. All kinds of crazy and wild fantasies rushed into his mind!

"Stop, stay away from me, who are you!"

Ken took a half step in the tent, Chenhun left the shelf, and directly chopped the storage box into scraps. The flying wood chips scared Kuima who broke into the tent.

"Sir, where are the enemies?"

Then, Heila, the night watch, and the lizard riders all gathered here, guarding the tent in the center.

The messy footsteps in the rainy night became more and more frequent.

"Everyone leave here, it's just a nightmare."

Ken said with a smile.

"I'm too nervous. It's very dangerous at night. The patrol guards doubled. Everyone must be alert to secret arts and curses. Any abnormalities must be reported!"

He panted repeatedly, as if he had not recovered from the shock.

There was a horsefly doctor who made medicine among Heila.

He took out a crystal with a magic circle engraved on it to help Ken apply it on his forehead, lit two candles of strange colors, and muttered strange spells. Various tricks were used together, and the tent became quiet and comfortable. People who were closer felt that the pressure was relieved a lot.

Notes usually explain the anomalies.

But this time he was unmoved.

There are two possibilities. First, it is an ordinary nightmare. The high-intensity command of the days of rushing is indeed prone to neurasthenia.

Or, nightmares and notes are from the same source.

Ken dismissed everyone and sat alone on the bed, propped up his arms, and tried his best to recall all the details of the dream, including the fleeting inspiration and the evasive black shadow.

The freezing rain was sparse, without the madness of the first half of the night.

The quiet tent made him think of the dilapidated hut of the tribal warriors in the village of Sandon Kaya on the day he woke up.

"Alas."

Unfortunately, Hamsin sacrificed himself before he could repay.

Ken stood up suddenly.

"Yes."

The cold and hazy illusion, the unattainable mysterious black shadow, isn't this the old god!

Could it be that those weird guys in the dream just now, who were stacked layer by layer and surrounded themselves in the center, were the peak era of Palotusbi...

Those gods that exist in legends?