In the second half of the night, the wind seemed to be blowing in the forest, and the sound of the wind was like the mythical wolves running at dusk, whistling through the canopy, rustling, and causing the wind and rain to blow. Peya had long been used to curling up in the shadows of the tent alone. Since the upheaval, she had not dared to sleep easily, and the nightmares of that day seemed to reappear in every dream.
She saw her brother covered in blood walking in front of her, followed by a shadowy and obscure shadow-
Half-asleep, the flickering candles suddenly went out – only nobles could afford to light expensive suet candles in every tent – but after the sudden disappearance of the light, the darkness seemed to stretch.
The four walls of the tent were engulfed in thick darkness, and there seemed to be light in the distance again. The hunter girl blinked some of her heavy eyelids and saw that she was in a shadowy forest. The forest was hazy, as if there were gray double shadows. She heard a distant song and could not help but look up and see a line of glowing ghosts in white robes walking slowly through the forest.
Some of the ghosts were wearing robes, some were riding warhorses, some were holding spears, some were holding swallow-tailed flags, and everyone's face was clear. Some of them seemed to be familiar to her, but some felt strange to her. She suddenly saw a short figure walking in the group, his head bowed. It was her brother Yaruta.
"Yaruta!" Peya could not help but scream.
She could not care about anything else in her heart and immediately ran in that direction. But the forest became thicker and thicker, and the complex roots seemed to grow, tripping her. She looked up and saw her brother's back in despair as he walked further and further away.
"Yaruta!"
"Peya." A firm voice came from outside the dream.
The hunter girl felt as if someone had grabbed her hand, and the scenery around her faded quickly, and a warm light seeped into the darkness from all directions. She opened her eyes abruptly and found herself standing in the middle of the camp, sweating and pale as a sheet.
Brando was standing in front of her, holding her arm, and in front of her was the campfire. Peya leaned forward slightly, as if she was about to rush into the fire.
"What's the matter with you?" Brando frowned. He and Metisha saw the huntress rush out of the tent with a blank expression and crash into the bonfire without hesitation. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes, she would have been severely burned.
Only now did he realize that the other party seemed to be sleepwalking.
"Nightmares again?" The hunter maiden would wake up every night. For Brando, who had to keep watch for a while every day, he naturally knew.
Peya stared at him blankly, as if she could not react for a moment. Her hair was messy and stuck to her completely soaked forehead. Her dark brown eyes were glistening with tears, as if she had not recovered from the previous nightmare.
"Sir Knight?" Peya froze for a moment, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and lowered her head with some trepidation: "I, I'm sorry."
In the strict hierarchy, how could a vulgar hunter's daughter like her touch a noble's body so easily? Nobles were the descendants of sages. They were glorious, glorious, and noble, and disdained the company of the untouchables. In some places, civilians would be punished for approaching nobles without permission. In Lob, civilians who came within ten feet of a noble's carriage would be whipped.
In the early days, this was a means to guard against assassins. But in modern times, it gradually evolved into a unique privilege.
Brando was slightly startled, and then reacted. He shook his head. "As I said, if it's because of my noble status, you don't have to apologize to it. Some people value it because they have nothing but it. He is proud of the title that society has given him, and I have ideals and pursuits that I am proud of. Miss Peya, I let you stay in this group only because you are our guide. If possible, I will help you find your brother's whereabouts - "
He said so much just to appease the other party. Peya calmed down as expected. She glanced at the Lord somewhat cautiously. She had heard Firas, Laurenna, and the other Knights call him 'Lord Count'. She could not imagine what kind of high and mighty existence the Count was. The most prestigious person in Shallow Water Town was just an old knight.
But the Count was undoubtedly a strange man. She had never seen such a nobleman without airs.
"Thank you, Lord Knight. I had a nightmare again."
"You didn't look like a nightmare just now. What exactly did you see?"
Peya was a little puzzled, but she recounted her dream.
"A white ghost?"
"What's the matter?" Metisha stood up and asked softly. She looked at the somewhat serious look on Brando's face and felt that things might be a little strange.
"Interesting -" Brando raised his head and looked at the sharp canopy of the pine forest swaying in the wind. At first, he thought it was a sea and land breeze blowing from the direction of the Sea of the Dead Moon, but now it seemed that was not the case.
"The last time I told you about the lost Knight, Peya, you are from the Manoweir area. Have you heard of the legend of the lost man?"
"The lost man?"
"Ah, well -"
"A nameless person's name is a name, and a name is like a code. It is meaningless in itself, but it is a mark that other people have for you. The Miirna people have some dark legends. If someone loses his name, he or she will become a wandering ghost. Simply put, abandoned by the civilized world - "
"The elves have a similar saying, because people need each other. If a person loses his due reputation, then the value of his existence is very weak."
"The legend of the ghosts in the forest has a long history … …"
The Knight who lost his reputation was abandoned by people. They fell into darkness, lost themselves, and muttered to themselves all day long. They were already dead, but their memories lingered in the forest all day long. If someone was confused, they would be tempted by them.
Hunters often saw the lost Knight in the forest, but that was just the fear of the unknown in their hearts.
Brando looked at the wind surging over the forest, which seemed to be strong enough to push the clouds away. But there was still no light behind the clouds, which did not make sense – because it was not the wind, but the great uneasiness that shrouded everyone's hearts.
This uneasiness came from the turmoil of the whole world.
Brando saw a pale blue arc of light on the horizon. He had thought that it was the faint light gathering outside the horizon line to form the horizon, but now it seemed that there was only one reasonable explanation left.
The second Mana Tide was coming –
What a coincidence.
"Metisha, go and get the others up. I'm afraid this forest won't be so safe later. We have to find a way to get through the Wall of Sighs before then. The things in the forest may give us some trouble – "
"My Lord?"
The camp seemed to come alive. In just ten minutes, the pale blue horizon on the horizon grew a claw-like shape in this direction. The wind seemed to come alive, and the wind roared, rolling up countless branches and leaves, converging into a black river. Specks of light appeared in the forest, which was a sign that the magic power drifting in the main material world was skyrocketing.
After a period of turmoil and chaos, everyone finally gathered together. Brando counted everyone, and after making sure that no one was left behind, he looked back at Maynild, who was staring at the horizon 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 long been scattered into pieces. He did not know how many memories she still had of that time. But Maynild seemed to have thought of something, and she looked back at Brando. "Brando, do you know something …?"
"Let's talk about this later." Brando looked at the forest that seemed to have suddenly become earthshaking. This Mana Tide was the second Mana Tide recorded in history. The warlocks of the Tower of Stars and Moon recorded this Mana Tide, which was earlier than history, about three months earlier.
Although it was not clear what this meant, the outside world must have fallen into extreme panic. The second Mana Tide crossed the border of the Land of Order, affecting Erouine, the south of Cruz, Eleranta, and some areas around the Great Glacier. The literature recorded that many places at that time observed solar eclipses, day turning to night, Mana Tide, and similar phenomena.
Brando was a little worried about Amandina and the Roman, but he believed that they should be able to handle the matters in the territory. Fortunately, Cruz should be on their side now, otherwise it would not be easy to deal with the Holy Cathedral of Fire at this juncture.
"My Lord, what should we do now?" A Knight came up and asked respectfully.
Brando glanced at the direction of the forest.
The dark forest was like a living creature, and the magic in the forest was its countless eyes, and the swaying canopy was like wildly dancing hair. It opened its black bloody mouth, waiting for uninvited guests to barge in.
But after a slight delay, the team still headed in the direction of the forest. Through this ruin was the Wall of Sighs, and Brando knew in his heart what was there.
But the Mana Tide came too quickly.
Most of the tents were abandoned because there was no time to pack them up. The wind swept them up into the air, but no one dared to look back, and everyone rushed into the forest in front of them against the wind. At this time, someone in the team suddenly let out a cry or two:
"Oh my God, what is that!"
"Ah!" Brando heard Peya's scream of fear, and he turned his head and saw a team of Knights in the forest not far away, emitting a glimmer all over their bodies, slowly moving forward in the forest.
He seemed to have seen that team there before.
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