They wore holy white battle robes and silver armor, and held spears and halberds in their hands. The pattern on the spear was a beautiful Holy Cross, and the halberd was like a sharp spear with a pair of open wings. Below the spear shaft was a swallow-tailed flag, and the flag was painted with a cross, a shining sun, angels, and saints.
The flag was written in flowery script, 'Tuiennsiorchumree', which meant the holy sword under the light.
There were also elves in the team, with pointed ears and long blonde hair tied into braids. Their horses were also dressed in white robes, which were painted with the pattern of sun thorns.
The whole team was shrouded in fluorescent white light, moving forward slowly in the forest, but silently, making the scene look very strange.
"My Lord, my Lord!" Medissa had to pull him twice to get him to come back to his senses. Brando let out a sigh of relief. This was the Holy Knight Regiment of the Gretius Knight Regiment, exactly the same as the one he saw in "Amber". No, maybe it was that one.
"Rosa!" Someone in the team let out a scream, and a Knight stumbled out of the team. "Rosa, Rosa? Where are you going? "
"Stop him!" Brando suddenly reacted, but the people next to him were a little slower, and the Knight quickly disappeared into the dark forest. The team suddenly became a little restless, and he hurriedly reminded them loudly, "Don't look over there, it's a fantasy in your heart, it only exists in your memory. Those are the dreams of the nameless, entwined with your dreams. If you are tempted, you will be with 'them' and be replaced by 'them' — "
In the previous battle, Brando had already established his prestige, and his words made everyone tremble, and the team calmed down a lot. But Brando still saw people slow down, and as long as there was a little confusion in their hearts, they would be swallowed by the forest.
Brando quietly asked Maynild to count the number of people, and in just a few minutes, the whole team was missing seven people. He knew that those people would never come back, and they would wander in the dream that the living would never find, and until they died, their souls would linger here.
He sighed.
"These weak-willed people." Maynild's expression was cold. She pursed her lips, and the outline of her face under her long black hair became clear.
Brando turned around and looked at the female Knight. He was a little displeased. "No one dares to say that they will never waver. Everyone has someone or something important in their heart —"
"It is precisely because of this that they wavered in the face of the beliefs that they should uphold. Hank's fiancée, Rosa, is waiting for him to return. Collins has two sons and a daughter, but they can't keep their faith in their loved ones — "Maynild's voice trailed off." I chose them because I thought they were the best Knight. I thought they could survive and return. "
Brando was stunned. He suddenly saw that Maynild looked very lonely. "Are you angry because of this?"
"No, it's just that I misjudged and harmed them," the female Knight replied softly. She gave Brando a cold look and turned to leave.
Brando was stunned for a moment until someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Firas' handsome but indecent face. "Count, you're really something. You even dared to mess with Lady Maynild. Legend has it that a powerful woman is a rose with thorns — but Lady Maynild must only have thorns and not the fragrance of a rose, "the young Knight said mysteriously.
Brando gave the guy an annoyed look. "But I saw that you were still hitting on her a few days ago?"
Firas shrugged, without the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, and replied with a serious face, "It's because of this that I can deeply understand this."
Brando stared at the guy.
"Because she gave him a good beating." Laurenna's voice came from behind. The female Knight stepped forward and stabbed her fiancé in the ribs with the hilt of her sword. Then she turned around and asked, "Mr. Brando, didn't you notice anything wrong?"
"Hmm." Brando raised his head and looked around. Of course he noticed, or rather he already knew — the Knights were trekking through the forest, parting the thick bushes. But the light around them was darkening at an accelerated rate, as if shrouded in a black fog. At first they could see at least a dozen meters away, but now it seemed so dark that only a few people around them could be seen.
"Ha, what's going on?" Firas asked, scratching his arm and shivering as if he had only just noticed the situation around him.
"I was just about to talk to you about this — it's a dream."
"A dream?" Laurenna was puzzled.
"Simply put, we're in a dream. This dream is the dream of the nameless people in the forest. 'They' often dream of everything that happened before they died. But this dream is shrouded in the real world, connected to the world in our memories. The nameless people often use this method to lure travelers and get them lost in the forest. "
"No wonder I just saw that little woman I saw in Lionel. Oh, Martha. She's as charming as she was then, with a full —" Before Firas could finish, Laurenna gave him a fierce glare.
"Do you mean to say that this is an illusion, Count?"
"Not entirely."
Brando answered as he walked. After the team passed through a dense bush, the woodland seemed to thin out. He saw a flat land appear, and the thick darkness seemed to surge in from all directions. Not far away, the Knights seemed to sense that something was wrong and began to stir.
"Everyone close in." Maynild's voice came from the front. The female Knight captain's voice was as firm and cold as ever, like a flag in the darkness. Brando sometimes didn't like her personality, but he had to admit that Maynild was an excellent soldier.
Even better than his senior.
The open terrain reminded him of a place. After walking for a while, there were indeed uneven pebbles and pebbles on the ground. This was a river bank, and only at the bottom of a valley would there be similar terrain.
But he wasn't sure if this was the Wall of Sighs —
"You know about dreams, Miss Laurenna." Brando turned back and replied, "Everything in a dream is uncertain. The passage of time in a dream depends on how active your mind is when you're asleep; so now we can't be sure that we've arrived at that place, or how long we've been walking in the forest. We're walking through this dark forest, and everything we see is a dream."
"Wait, I'm a little confused." Laurenna held her forehead, "Are you saying that this is a dream now, and that you're in my dream, Count?"
"That's not very good —" Firas replied with jealousy.
"Of course not, you can think of it as being half-asleep and half-awake." Brando glanced at the guy.
"You mean that a large group of us are walking around in the forest, collectively sleepwalking?"
Brando felt that this guy's analogy was really satisfying. But it had to be said that it was the most appropriate explanation for the current situation, so he could only nod to the two of them.
"That's great, I'm talking about the beasts in the forest. Brendel, you can imagine the feeling of food being delivered to your doorstep. I bet that even the waiters in the 'Unicorn and Maiden' inn in Rushta don't have such excellent service."
"If I wander in this forest until I die, do you think they'll put up a tombstone for me and write 'Friend of the Forest' on it? Maybe even give me a two-thousand-pound medal. The medal must be engraved with the emblem of the Unicorn and Maiden Inn to prove that I've selflessly contributed to this forest as an excellent waiter — "
"Shut up!" Laurenna interrupted Firas's tirade, "Count, is there any danger in this dream?"
"This dream is connected to the dreams of the Lost Ones when they were alive. If you're confused by them, your soul will stay in this forest forever and never wake up."
"Then what should we do?"
"Be firm." Brando replied, raising his voice and shouting, "Everyone stay close to each other. This forest is a dream woven by the Lost Ones. Be careful, it will pull you into the dreams of the past later. If you don't want to sleep in this forest forever, you just have to remember two words — be firm and calm. "
His voice spread far and wide.
The dreams of the Lost Ones were somewhat similar to the battle of the Golden Demonic Tree. However, this dream was completely different from the dream in the Forbidden Orchard. It truly existed in this world. The dreams of the Imitators who had lost their reputation would devour everyone like a giant whirlpool, pulling them to the center.
And to escape from these dreams, the only thing to do was to redeem the entire dream world.
The darkness was getting thicker and thicker, and Brando gradually could not even see the figures of Laurenna and Firas beside him. From time to time, someone asked in the darkness to continue in that direction.
"Forward."
That was Maynild's answer.
But in fact, that direction was meaningless. Brando walked for a while, and it became quieter and quieter, as if even the whistling wind had fallen silent. After a while, there seemed to be the rhythmic chirping of insects again, and melodious music came from afar.
It was not the ethereal singing of the legendary elves or fairies, but a human instrument, a wind instrument similar to a trumpet, playing a joyful tune. But the sound was faint, as if it came from a certain direction outside the forest.
Brendel blinked a few times and felt the light around him gradually becoming brighter. The woodland had become completely sparse, and in front of him was an open space with lights in the distance, like a small town.
He stood alone by the riverbank, stars dotted above his head. The forest was full of beautiful black pines, and the moonlight reflected the gurgling water, like a night after midsummer in Bucce or Chablis.
Maynild, Laurenna, Firas, Freya, and the Knight, everything had disappeared. He froze for a moment, then tried the telepathic connection, but there was no response.
Brando then understood.
He had "fallen asleep."
This was his dream.
… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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