Fantasy Dreamland (3)

A ray of light lit up the exhausted soul, and countless memories continued to pour in as the heart chain turned into a flow of heart. The tearing feeling from the mouth made Fang Wensi unbearable, and he suddenly pulled his head out of the baptismal pool, feeling intense dizziness. The feeling made him fall on his back again,

"Evans, wake up",

Fang Wensi could feel his body's consciousness gradually returning, and the hazy echo in his ears gradually became clearer. Someone was shaking his body. Through his sight covered by water drops, he saw a blurry figure under the aurora, a psychedelic color element in the sky. .

"Open your mouth", the echo of the human voice echoed in the ears again, Fang Wensi responded subconsciously, and habitually chewed the root-shaped object that was put into his mouth.

"I'm going to bite you...it's too spicy, cough cough." The burning spiciness stimulated the taste buds, and Fang Wensi felt that his soul was about to sublimate.

"Voroshilov, what did you feed him?" Carlos asked in confusion as he watched Fang Wensi suddenly cheat, and then put his head into the baptistery to drink water frantically.

"Mustard grass, a rare commodity from France," Voroshilov replied while reciting the eulogy of the mass.

"I said that you, a bad old man, deliberately fed me chili peppers to hurt me, but you still read mass eulogies and cursed me. You are really bad."

"Ivens, it's not for you," Carlos' tone seemed to be trying to dissuade him, "How else could it be?" Fang Wensi, who had calmed down, looked at Carlos and was about to question,

"It's her!", one voice said in surprise and one voice in unison.

The eulogy of the mass echoed in the empty cave, which was sacred and desolate. Al's soft light shone on the girl's body, just like a white sheet announcing death. Fang Wensi looked at the girl's peaceful expression and felt a little lost for a moment.

"This is the price of being psychic." Carlos saw Fang Wensi's empty eyes, which seemed to be a plain expression.

"At the cost of death...?"

Fang Wensi murmured in his mouth, and tears slowly welled up in his eyes. He suddenly thought back to Ulthuan, regretting that he did not hold on to the elf girl named Enoli, and seemed to think of those things he had buried even further. The anguish and sadness deep in my heart,

"Death? Carrying the body of an evil spirit is no longer death. We are just fulfilling her wishes and giving her relief." Voroshilov's words were reasonable, but he did not hear the unspeakable secrets of others.

"Let's go, Carlos",

At this moment, Fang Wensi suddenly wanted to do something, and the blue UI window that kept flashing in front of him gave him full motivation.

"Evans, where are you going?"

Fang Wensi walked away gracefully, deliberately prolonging the ending: "Monan Abyss". He admired the long-lost golden finger, looked back at the indifferent Carlos, and pointed at the old man behind him, slightly embarrassed. Said: "Bring the professionals,"

Because he saw bright red characters on the mission window: Key NPC, Voroshilov Sydelin.

At night, the dazzling river of stars hangs upside down in the sky, and the starlight scattered like ribbons extends to the end of the sky. The arcane wind reflects Al and Neil like a veil, and the moonlight divides the color of the sky into two. Pure white and holy, one spot red and strange. Fang Wensi had never seen such a clear starry sky. The natural wonder of the two moons competing against each other and the sense of insignificance that arose from his heart made him lose his mind.

Seeing the dark gold door of Ys Shrine being opened, figures kept coming around holding flickering torches, "Sir Carlos, Consul Lafayette has returned to Maple Town."

"I understand." Carlos patted Fang Wensi, who was in a daze in front of him, "Send the order to Maurice to break camp and march towards the Monan Abyss."

"It's not wise to go to the Monan Abyss in such a hurry." Voroshilov's slightly teasing voice came faintly. Carlos had already moved forward with the Ulthuan Guards. This sentence was obviously meant for Fang Wensi. .

Fang Wensi didn't know why she was so motivated. Maybe it was because she played too many games and was excited when seeing the tasks, or maybe she just experienced other people's lives and developed empathy...

This made him hesitate between reality and illusion. Fang Wensi suddenly stopped, pretending to be serious, turned around and said to Voroshilov: "I am willing to abide by the demon hunting motto in order to convert to Freya, the goddess of light. - The mortal body of Tiheros fights against the sources of uncleanness and evil spirits in the world. I am willing to pay the price of my life to spread my wisdom to make believers on guard, rescue the souls interfered by demons, and return to the land of Canaan. ",

Before Voroshilov could recover from Fang Wensi's sudden routine, "Then let me ask you, do you want to know the cause of Achilles Don Nader's death?"

Fang Wensi changed his tone and whispered playfully: "Voroshilov, no, it should be Deacon Sidlin."

Hearing this, Voroshilov felt a little relieved, and his tone became much calmer, "It seems that the exorcism ceremony has taught you a lot of things, Brother Evans."

"It's much more than you think, old guy." Maybe Voroshilov had been forced to become the medium of the psychic ritual before, which made Fang Wensi want to get the picture back.

"So, what exactly happened in Maple Town before the ten double-month reincarnations?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple electric light pierced the sky, accompanied by a heart-stopping thunder, pulling a dazzling thunderbolt and hitting the flag not far away that symbolized the border of Maple Town, and the arcane wind howled. Then, the unburned thunder flames still remained on the flag streamers, and the broken flagpole collided with the bronze wall clock, making a sound like wind chimes, desolate and desolate.

Voroshilov looked at the half-rolled burning flag in the distance, with unspeakable bitterness in his voice, "Ten double-month reincarnations ago are not good memories."

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Hildria is shrouded in the clouds of war. Whether it is the final battle to conquer the Serui elves or the war of the Harsingland Alliance, why do humans stand aside when faced with cold swords and rotting corpses? They use money stained with blood to praise God and justice, but at the same time, they use their own doctrine to trample on the beliefs and lives of other countries. The Alliance War is just a victory in the sense of the Palatinate, because all the battles of this war took place on our territory, and our war with the Kingdom of Cáceres is over. However, the rebellion, turmoil, and plunder brought about by the war quickly spread to half of the Palatinate like a plague.

"On War: Preface" Half Chord of the Bi-monthly Reincarnation of the Sacred Era by Carl Gustav

"Deacon Sidlin, this way, please hurry up." The slightly panicked urging of the maid made me speed up my steps. I was also extremely nervous, because not long ago the maid in red silk-patterned linen clothes was crying. Rush into the chapel and tell me, Mrs. Donald, that Daisy-Anna is in labor.

This was the second time I stepped into Donald Manor. I didn't have time to appreciate the aesthetics of this ancient family's construction projects, so I jogged all the way, twisting and turning, until the maid in front of me finally stopped.

Before she could open the door made of simple and heavy pear wood in front of her, the door opened in response. Other maids kept rushing past me holding copper basins filled with blood and gauze stained with blood. I turned sideways. Walking into the house, a diffuse blood overflowed from the house. My eyes passed through the messy buns of the maids. The dim candlelight reflected on the white gauze curtain became darker and darker, accompanied by Daisy-Anna. moaning in agony,

"You were praying for war in the chapel, right?" Fang Wensi stopped and shook off the dust on his robe, as if complaining about the muddy ancient dirt road.

Voroshilov didn't pay much attention to Fang Wensi's interruption. Perhaps he was deeply influenced by the culture of the Palatinate, and his spoken language was always formal and complicated.

"Yes, Cáceres's rebels flowed from Salun Province to Maple Town. Achilles, out of his lord's duty, wiped out the exiled rebels who disrupted the order." After speaking, he paused, " It seems I have to re-evaluate your mental strength." Then he looked at Fang Wensi carefully as if he was discovering something new.

"Don't underestimate people, Senior Beast, let me tell you what happened on the front line that day." Perhaps because this brief relationship was harmless, Fang Wensi lowered his guard and began to speak to the people in front of him unscrupulously, talking about the different world. Complaint vocabulary.

"Joshua, don't be so brave on the battlefield in the future. Promise me, okay?" Sharp didn't understand why girls had to go to the battlefield in the Palatinate, and he didn't understand what a chaplain was. He only knew that a Lord Kilis led us to victory, and he is here,

"Sister Sharp, didn't you see that the rebels in the Kingdom of Cáceres were on the verge of collapse? They were in such a state of confusion and chaos, it was really unworthy of chivalry." Joshua played with the gauze I had just bandaged the wound on his left arm. Of course, there is also a little gift from Miss Sharp, a beautiful ring knot,

"Yes...yes...our Joshua is a knight who wants to win the Order of the Golden Fleece." Although I don't understand the knightly culture revealed by Joshua's words and deeds, every time I say this , he is always happy,

But, today, it's different.

Joshua's expression was solemn, and the delayed response made me feel inexplicably panicked. Suddenly, he picked up the silver knight's sword lying beside him, stood it in front of him, and then knelt down on one knee. Oh my god, those flowing movements and abnormal behavior actually made me stagnate on the spot, forgetting to help the wounded person I had just treated.

"Honored Freya, God of Light, Ticheros, and with the holy month Al as witness, I, Knight Joshua of Maplelandia, Kingdom of the Palatinate, hereby swear that I am willing to follow Westric -Sharp to eternity. May I ask, Miss Sharp, beloved of the God of Light, to accept a helpless knight?"

I looked down at the devout knight in front of me. The soft moonlight shining on his profile made me intoxicated. His oath was like the melody of the harp that struck my heartstrings. How I hope this beautiful moment can It's forever frozen, but I know it's time for me to respond, "I...wish..."

Before I could finish speaking, even with the joyful expression on my face still lingering, a scream from a bowstring pierced all the beauty. An arrow with golden feathers penetrated Joshua's neck. I subconsciously supported him. The arrow slipped and pierced my arm, but I no longer cared about myself.

Because, the man who was swearing under the moon just now fell into my arms like this. The gurgling blood from his mouth soaked my clothes, and a strong sense of dizziness made my eyesight go dark.

Suddenly, a hand hugged me, accompanied by a violent jolt and the low breathing of the horse, I woke up a lot, and the sound of horse hooves and arrows chasing me behind me,

I subconsciously looked at the person holding me around his waist, who was the Lord. I have never seen Lord Achilles look so nervous. I saw him holding the reins tightly, as if he was trying to avoid something.

However, the reins were broken, and we fell off the horse like puppets without strings. A few steps ahead was the hell-like Monan Abyss.

"So that's the case, but this golden feather arrow", Voroshilov's expression suddenly changed, "could it mean that?"

"Daisy-Anna, hold on, the baby will come out soon." Unfortunately, the child was not born naturally, but the left leg came out first...

"Achilles, you must also know who doesn't want you to live in this world." Through the scattered firelight, I saw the face of the speaker. It was the secretary, Lafayette. "Next is your Don -Matters within the Nader family, Sir Vlad"...

In the dark night, a cold light flashed, and it cut off one of the lord's arms. Blood splashed into my eyes. I endured the pain and rubbed my eyes, and I happened to see a black figure pierce Aki with a sword. Reese's chest, kicked him down the deep and terrifying Moran Abyss, and then, the man actually turned around and walked towards me...

"Wow...", that day, the baby's cry echoed throughout the Donald Manor...

I was so scared that I trembled all over and almost forgot myself. It wasn't until the figure picked me up, grinned and licked my face...that I heard the person's whisper:

"Ha, it's delicious...but it's a pity."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt as if I was thrown out, and then there was an endless fall. The Al Moonlight in my sight was gradually swallowed up by the darkness. At this moment, I really hope to be free. The Lord can, he... It's also possible.