Shia had a strange dream that night. She slept shyly and irritated, but she slept more soundly and deeply than ever.

In the dream was a huge bedroom, with white lace curtains hanging down layer by layer, and a young girl sitting under the curtains. Thea approached her curiously, approaching ......

Xia looked at the girl in her dream hesitantly, her long golden hair curled up, and her green eyes stared at the white bouquet in her hand under her lowered eyelashes.

A feeling of familiarity and strangeness came to her mind, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch her gently.

The transparent fingers entered the girl's body at once, and the girl's body was like a black hole that instantly sucked her in. In an instant, the sky darkened, and Thea, or the girl, blinked.

Thea could clearly feel the uneasiness from the girl, and this uneasiness was not the uneasiness of a woman, but a deeper and different uneasiness, and even in a dream, Thea resisted to delve into the cause of this uneasiness.

The bedroom door opened, and the groom walked in.

He also seemed to have drunk a lot, and his gait was far less steady than usual, and he walked like a child and came to her with a little beating rhythm.

Thea looked up at him.

The groom's face turned out to be exactly the same as Lagash's. The only difference is hair color and eye color.

The groom had brownish-black hair and dark brown eyes, which shone warmly.

Xia's eyelashes drooped a little shyly.

The bridegroom smiled, took the bouquet she had been holding in her hand, and gently tossed it to the dresser beside her. Then he picked her up by his waist and laid her horizontally on the soft bed.

His snort, with the heavy scent of wine, sprayed on her face, making her face burn. Thea thought her face must be red.

He called her name, and there was a hint of intimacy in his deep and majestic voice.

His hands were slightly calloused and somewhat rusty as he unbuttoned her clothes. The elves' intricate and delicate buckles really drove him crazy, and he almost wanted to tear this clothes apart. But who calls it a national gift?

Xia bit her lip and watched him suppress his patience one by one, no matter how nervous she was, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The other party raised his head, and his always resolute face couldn't hide the embarrassment of annoyance. Stared at her with some disgust in his eyes.

The two of them were so big-eyed and small-eyed for a long time. In the end, both of them laughed. But both of them suddenly seemed to relax a little.

The bridegroom lay beside her, supporting his body with one hand and continuing his vast work with the other.

"You say, what is wrong with Darnassus, he has to send such a complicated wedding dress. I don't remember offending the Night Elves......" he said helplessly as he continued to struggle.

Thea buried her head in laughter but pursed her lips and held back, but the corners of her mouth and curved eyes still betrayed her mood.

"Don't laugh!" He scolded in shame or annoyance.

Thea quickly restrained her smile.

"Yes......" she replied in a whisper.

Seeing her reaction like this, he regretted it a little.

He gently put his hand over her face: "Don't be afraid of me...... You are my wife. ”

Thea curled up sideways like a little beast, her big bright eyes catching a glimpse of his gaze and hastily lowering her eyes.

He looked at his little bride and felt the wine he had drunk burning in his body. The heat spread to his limbs...... Five visceral ...... Six Intestines......

"I hate this dress......" he whispered, almost wailing.

Thea bit her lower lip. Hold back your shyness. Rolled over into the bed.

When he was still a little stunned, a slender snow-white hand pinched a ribbon and handed it to him with some trembling. The slight tremor was like a bolt of lightning swimming through his body.

He gripped the ribbon tightly and twitched it gently...... Only then did I realize that the long skirt that had just taken half a day of work was blooming layer by layer like a blooming flower.

And there she sits, like an angel blooming from a flower. Let him be intoxicated.

Expanding the territory, he is her only king.

"Later...... You're my only relative......" His head was buried in her shoulder, and only fragile loss remained in his normally strong voice.

"Uh-huh......" her hand hesitantly stroked his back. The warm and slender fingertips made the man on his body tremble uncontrollably.

He stood up, raised his head, and stared at her with bright brown eyes: "Bear me a child!" Give birth to a child of Azeroth for me! ”

Thea blushed, closed her eyes and nodded.

A gentle kiss landed on her lips.

"I'm ...... you," he whispered her name in her ear, short syllables, like a bolt of lightning slicing through her mind, leaving nothing behind in an instant.

"I ...... You, too. Your Majesty! Shia replied.

"Call me by name." There was some displeasure in his voice.

"Husband......

Thea opened her eyes abruptly and gulped. She forced herself to wake up.

But the dream was so real, so real that she almost thought it was happening to her.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

So when she saw the face of Ragash who was close at hand, her first reaction was to slap him.

Lagash's body reacted almost instinctively. He grabbed her hand. Some doubts: "What are you hitting me for, I don't want to scare you." Brower is gone. ”

"Why......" Xia realized that she was still covered with Lagash's cape, and her clothes were still intact, and she breathed a sigh of relief, but her face turned red. Fortunately, it is not very obvious in the night.

"Whoever opens their eyes and sees a face so close to them will be shocked, okay?" She was still stubborn.

"Cut, okay. Let's go find Broll. Lagash stood up and took a twig from the campfire to make a torch. Hey, you're still stunned, gone. ”

"Oh." Thea honestly followed.

Brower's red hair shimmered beautifully in the moonlight and firelight.

Thea quietly looked at his back, remembering the face in his dream.

How similar...... used to be sleeping day and night.

She blinked, pushing the wetness down her eyes.

"Where will Brower go?" Sweetwater Oasis is not small, but big is not big. Soon, they found a side for the oasis. There is no sign of Brower anywhere.

"Strange, where is he going?" Ragash scratched his head in confusion.

Thea's gaze fell on the mountain-like wailing cavity behind them. "Could it be ......," she said hesitantly.

Ragash followed her gaze. "Let's go, let's see."

The entrance to the Wailing Cave** is huge, nearly three meters wide and nearly three meters high. It's black inside, and you can't see anything. There was a gust of wind blowing out of the cave, faint but somewhat eerie.

"Be careful." Lagash walked ahead.

The cave was deep and long, and after walking for a while, several forks in the road appeared in front of me.

"Shall we look separately?" With the light in her hands, Shia suggested, "I can take care of myself." ”

"I said, you are my captive, of course you want to stay with me." Ragash refused very domineeringly. He took out the knife from his waist and made a mark on the fork in the road. "Let's go this way first."

When I got to the end, I found that it was a dead end. They had to turn back again.

After walking the second path for a short time, Xia seemed to have stepped on something.

"Lagersh. Wait a minute. What do I think I'm stepping on? Sia said. While looking down.

"It's just a puddle of sludge." Ragash didn't pay attention and continued on his way.

However, as he went, the sludge on the ground increased.

"Something seems wrong, where is all the sludge...... "Thea muttered to herself.

Ragash sensed that something seemed wrong. "Be careful. Follow me. ”

The cave in front of me opened up. The two were surprised to find that there was a small pond in the belly of the open mountain in front of them, and there were actually some plants growing on the edge of the pond.

"Grab your torch and I'll take a look." Ragash shoved the torch into Thea's hand.

"You...... Be careful. ”

The soft voice fell on Lagash's ears, and his heart was filled with joy. "Don't worry, it's okay!" He jumped down with a big grin, walked to the edge of the pool, and reached out to pluck the water.

Between the plants, a shadow creeps silently. Then it came at him.

"Be careful." Thea exclaimed.

At the same time as she screamed, Ragash had already reflexively drawn her sword and slashed at the shadow.

"Huh?" He felt as if his blade had been cut into a lump of softness, and he didn't feel like he was cutting into **. It was a mud-like mass that had been slashed by his sword with no reaction at all, instead coming up from his blade.

"Sludge!" Thea hurriedly swung out a cloud of holy light and hit the mud.

Where the sludge monster was pierced by the light, huge bubbles erupted violently. A moment later, the bubbles popped with a thud. The Silt Monster turned into a cloud of mud and fell to the ground.

"Tsk, that's disgusting." Lagash wiped the mud from his face.

"Well, I think we might be able to confirm where Brower went." Sia refers to another path that points to the opposite direction of the pool. "You see, there's the corpses of dead sludge monsters there. It should have been left by Brower. ”

"Then let's go." Lagash went to fetch the torch from Thea's hand.

"Don't move!" Thea took a handkerchief and handed it to Lagash. "There is still ...... on the face"

Ragash looked at Thea's face, not knowing if it was a fire or what, her face looked flushed, not at all like someone who had died.

"How do I know where the dirt is. Never mind. He said deliberately.

Thea sighed, but still looked up and wiped him gently.

Ragash watched as she wiped him intently, and even though Thea was careful to avoid touching him through the handkerchief, his skin could still feel the coldness of her fingertips. He wanted to just look at Sia, who seemed to have only him in his eyes at this time. In any case, he would not believe that she was not his wife.

"Alright, let's go." Sia quickly put away her handkerchief and walked forward seemingly without distraction. "Hey......"

Behind him, Lagash was silent, but firmly took her cold hand and held it in his own. "Don't go ahead of me, just follow me."

If only I could warm you—he really hoped in his heart.

ps：

The harmonious spring breeze blows the earth, and the same goes for this chapter. Safety first, the author who is afraid of death, tearfully chopped off more than n words. Keep it for the benefits in the group.