The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Uriel wished he had been armed, but there were only branches and rocks around. He considered escaping on horseback with Ruth, but concluded that would be futile. All the magic power he used to activate his "Spirit Vision" was used to protect the ash tree, and he couldn't even see his own death date. Forget it, what's the use of counting on the future now?
What’s more, it sucks only for me. The Ringott sisters would be fine, they were probably members of a secret society, at least for Ruth. At this moment, she ran over cheering, was slapped on the forehead by the black knight, and fell asleep hugging the tree trunk. After the fright, Uriel found that her sense of existence was gradually weakening.
"You shouldn't be here," the undead lord said.
That's right, I don't want that either. The problem is that no one cares about my opinion. Uriel tried his best to think of the best, at least the person in front of him was not the mercury lord Lametta. "My magic has gone awry, Your Excellency."
The undead knight took a step closer. He wasn't happy, it was obvious. "Don't lie to me. Dreams are different. Some dreams cannot be constructed through mysterious passages. The power of the nameless one is the voice of the soul... But if you go too far, you will only lose your way." His warning included A chill.
"I didn't mean it, Your Excellency." Uriel felt his teeth chattering. What's the matter with you, apprentice? Didn't you see the Demon Lord in the Gulf War? This is just a dream. Now that you are a high-level player, you should be more confident than before, right? This is just a dream... Gods for heaven's sake... The increase in mystery made him feel more things, and it was better not to know some things. "I'm leaving now." He hated himself for showing weakness, but the fear lingered. This is just a dream. Dream.
Even though he had expected it, Uriel still felt panicked when he stood there after touching the tree trunk. He did not disappear like Hitarian, the door was not open to him. But where can I find another way? Am I already lost? Uriel lowered his head and saw the sleeping girl Ruth at his feet. At least she no longer had to worry about her safety.
"Stay away from it," referring to the tree.
The Black Knight did not know when he was standing behind a barrier created by magic. On the hill, the cavalry who had captured Mortus had rushed forward, weapons raised high. Their figures are like devils in the frost marks.
"Brainless idiot." He cursed. The undead lord stretched out his finger and knocked on the solid ice. The white wall shattered into snowflakes like a giant hammer.
The leading cavalryman was the attacker, and Uriel recognized it through his eyes. He abandoned his bow and arrow, grabbed a spear and charged, as if he wanted to impale them on the tip of the spear. His leather armor was messy and torn, and half of the visor of his helmet was left, revealing two blue eyes that shot out pure cruelty. He can see me, the apprentice realized, and he can see Ruth. He is taking pleasure in the fact that he is about to kill us.
The black knight was closest to him, but the cavalry turned a blind eye to him until he cut off the front horse's leg with his sword and dragged the cavalry off the saddle amid the animal's painful and panicked neighing. Blood sprayed on the fragments of the Frost Shield, and the fallen horse slid sideways, passing Uriel. The smell of blood made the apprentice feel sick to his stomach.
The mystery of the sky was like a mountain appearing out of thin air above everyone's heads and crushing them down. The mounts rushing down the hill collectively screamed, almost knocking the riders off their backs. Dealing with the demon lord is no easier than taking down the city of Mortus. The cavalryman who came first was struggling hard, but the black knight's iron glove firmly grasped his neck, and then slashed his face with his sword.
The sword blade split open the visor and got stuck between the bridge of the nose and the brow bone. The cavalryman's helmet shattered into pieces, his head hung to one side, and he stopped breathing. The black knight let go and his body fell among the broken ice.
Uriel saw his face covered in blood. There seems to be something different about this person. He could see us, and he was killed. Am I next? Before these words were spoken, the apprentice felt his vision go dark. Cracks suddenly spread all over the dark world, and skylight shone through the gaps.
Uriel opened his eyes suddenly, lost control of his hands and feet, and rolled off the bed. His violent reaction startled Sauron the Ring, and he flew up from the table, the runes flickering erratically.
"Do you have to wake up like a corpse eater coming to life, Uriel?" Sauron complained, "Or are you sleepwalking?"
This can really be called dream "walking". Uriel felt a severe headache. He felt the cold ice shards remaining between his fingers, and his magic power quickly recovered with the help of the Scroll of Oath. No, it's more than just a dream. That glance ended the crisis, and the Black Knight could not pursue him to the temple. How on earth did he wake up? Nothing is real.
"Are you stupid in your sleep?" Sauron became impatient. "Did you dream about the evil dragon Winserspon?" "Speak quickly"
"Anchor," he said automatically.
…
"Dream." The demon lord whispered, "Foolish desire." After a few breaths, the blood of the corpse turned into smoke and disappeared. The world is turned upside down and out of order, returning to tranquility amidst the colorful light and smoke. Ruth Ringott was still snoring softly when the Black Knight picked her up. People who don't care about anything are enviable. What will happen to her dream? This is greedy thinking. He led her away from the ash trees in front of the forest and back behind the city walls.
Mortus is once again a bustling peaceful town, waiting for the next war to strike. Its walls are covered with scorch marks, but they still stand on the high ground. This is the city in dreams and the place where all nightmares originate. There is no redemption here.
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"So, you maintained the mysterious state of the ritual and experienced two useless prophetic dreams. It took you a whole night to talk about it, and you didn't even get any rest mentally. Should I praise you for your prudent budgeting?"
"The second one is not a prophetic dream. It should be some kind of magic..." The devil's magic. "Anyway, my dream happened to be connected with it. This has never happened before. I think the ritual magic changed some components of the dream."
"It sounds like you just had a nightmare. You met the Undead Lord in Brumnot, and he terrified you. Don't rush to deny it, Uriel, he and Lord Mercury belong to two completely different realms, even if they are mysterious, they are both considered empty realms. As for the homeless girl, maybe you have reached the age where you should find a wife." The ring was almost hit by a candle again.
"I will remember to take you to the alchemy item shop to find the matching ring, Sauron. Thank you for your concern."
"I'm analyzing it carefully, idiot," Ring pretended to emphasize. “Think about it, if you were really in a precognitive dream, how could you be so frightened that you suddenly woke up? Did you know that the owner of the Blessing of Ain receives a large amount of information about his destiny every time he dreams, until he passes out in his dream? What are you staring at? Everyone does this! In short, you can’t get rid of prophetic dreams because of fear, that’s unrealistic”
Although Sauron rarely has reliable moments on weekdays, he is indeed knowledgeable, and these information are probably true. Uriel had encountered the ash tree in his dream, and the results seemed to prove this. A prophetic dream is the mystery of destiny, not a restaurant you can enter and exit at will. Even "spiritual vision" needs to find an anchor point. Predicting dreams will only be more difficult. Uriel prefers short-term future dreams.
"Stop talking about reality in your dreams, Sauron. Since people place their hopes on the future, there is nothing surprising about a small probability situation." He said while recording what he saw in the dream. "Fear can also be an anchor. The key lies in impression. As long as you are deeply impressed by something, the 'self' in the dream can detect abnormalities and wake up."
"You mean falling off the bed?" Interpreting dreams is an advanced course for astrologers. Don’t think I don’t know, Uriel, you haven’t even attended a single class.”
"Theoretical knowledge and practical experience can be interconnected, Sauron." The total time he spent in the future dreamland was longer than his life span. When he was really resting, the side effects of the Scroll of Oath often came to harass him. Uriel is not unfamiliar with dreaming, not to mention that he has recently acquired a lot of mysterious knowledge related to Ain, the god of dreams. "Okay, please use your clever little brain, wise Mr. Gessen, and tell me where Mortus is."
"This place is not on the map" Ring told him directly.
Is this really a fictional town? Uriel thought of the dilapidated dirt tracks and the strange costumes of the people. Perhaps that's more than just local custom. "Wait a minute, it's not just Binya'io now... was there such a place in history?"
"The names of small villages will not be left in historical records," Sauron complained. "Peace is a matter of these hundred years. Before the War of the Saints, there were wars everywhere in Binya Aio." Unless it’s an important location, the tower won’t record it on purpose.』
"Important location? How important is it?"
"Do you know Antolet?" During the war between the Mist Elves and the Ash Temple, this city became a famous spot in military textbooks due to its rapid fall, but in reality, its survival had little impact on the battle situation.』
"War." Uriel thought thoughtfully.
"That's right. Was there ever a war in that place?" Was the city massacred? Were there outbreaks of plague and rebellion? Was a famous person born or a general killed in battle? Is it an important checkpoint? History is not a matter of detail. After all, the ability of the recorder is limited. During the Dragon Calamity Period, some mysterious inheritances were even completely cut off. Astrologers could restore the history of mortals, but they were powerless against the mysteries. Even important locations are relative, and Chloe may not record them.』
"I don't have many clues." No one in that damn place was willing to talk to him. The war came so quickly. Uriel originally placed his hopes on the Ringot sisters, but the information he asked for was still too little. Hitarian said they were in a dream. Dreams generally have no logic, unless they are purposeful dreams constructed using magic like his.
"There are a pair of southern sisters in the city." It's not that there are no clues at all. "Mortus may be in the south of the continent. List the ones you find first, Sauron, and I will eliminate them one by one."
"Are you still awake?" the ring wrote. "Now that the agent's request has not been resolved, what kind of Mortus are you planning to find halfway?" Do not be silly"
Uriel slapped his forehead. Damn it, I almost forgot about it. "Then we'll talk about it when we have time."
