BUTOS MUST STOP MOSIHRZA FROM ATTACKING IRAMUS, AND IF THE SITUATION IS CRITICAL, BUTOS WILL EVEN NEED TO USE HIS BODY TO BLOCK THE SNEAK ATTACK FOR IRAMUS.

BUTOS FOCUSED ALL HIS ATTENTION ON THE LITTLE PEEKING DRAGON IN THE WITCH SWAMP, AS SOON AS MOSIHRZA EMERGED FROM THE WITCH SWAMP AND OPENED ITS HUGE MOUTH LIKE A DEEP HOLE, BUTOS WOULD LAUNCH HIS OWN POWERFUL BLOW TO IT, AFTER ALL, IN THIS SPIRITUAL WORLD BELONGING TO IRAMUS, ONLY HIS OWN AND IRAMUS' SOULS ARE CONNECTED TO THE REAL WORLD, AND THE LIVES OF OTHER CREATURES ARE ALL PHANTOMS IN DREAMS.

HOWEVER, MOSIHRZA DID NOT PUT ITS HEAD OUT OF THE SWAMP, AND ONLY STARED AT IRAMUS, WHO WAS ENGAGED IN A FIERCE BATTLE WITH YERUSAR, WITH ITS DARK PURPLE EYES.

Butos could truly feel that he was already wet with sweat, he had never been so nervous, and he had never been so worried about losing his life. Perhaps, it was because of a promise that Butos made to Ashley......

THE COLOR OF MOSIHRZA'S PUPILS BECAME DARKER AND DARKER, AND AT THIS MOMENT, BUTOS SUDDENLY NOTICED SOMETHING UNUSUAL. THIS STRANGENESS IS NOT IN THE POISONOUS DRAGON MOSIHRZA, BUT IN IRAMUS. At this time, Eramus's eyes were becoming more and more distracted!

"THE WAY MOSIHRZA LAUNCHES SOUL ATTACKS IS WITH HIS EYES!" BUTOS SUDDENLY WOKE UP, REALIZING THE MISTAKE HE HAD MADE.

Eramus's mental world began to become ethereal, and Butos found that his body seemed to be disappearing like a steamer.

"No, it can't end like this...... Butos tried to strengthen his presence in Eramus' dream through his consciousness.

BUTOS LIFTS THE "TEARS OF THE SHARK" TOWARDS MOSIHRZA, AND HE MUST INTERRUPT MOSIHRZA'S ATTACK. At this moment, the "Tears of the Shark" are also burning, and the purple foam is quietly dissipating in the wind and snow......

AN INCOMPARABLY POWERFUL FLAME SHOT OUT FROM THE "MACKEREL TEARS" AND STRUCK TOWARDS MOSIHRZA'S DRAGON PUPILS.

BUTOS UNLEASHED HIS SORCERY WITH DIFFICULTY, HOPING THAT HIS ATTACK WOULD STOP MOSIHRZA FROM HARMING IRAMUS. HOWEVER, AT THIS MOMENT, MOSIHRZA'S EYES HAD A HINT OF MOCKERY.

An orc warrior suddenly emerged from the witch swamp and completely blocked the flames with his body.

Butos' attack missed.

Eramus's spiritual world is also becoming more and more empty, and Butos has gradually become unaware of the existence of his legs......

On the verge of disorientation, Butos could no longer concentrate his attention, his gaze wandered around, and in the midst of the blizzard, he saw a tall snow ape struggling in the mire......

In the black-purple swamp, the snow ape's body was constantly sinking, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out of the swamp.

Butos felt like he was being swallowed up by a swamp, and his consciousness was getting blurred......

But suddenly, Butos saw the charm around the ape's neck, a necklace of gray feathers. In a trance, Butos suddenly remembered what Eramus said: "For in some tribes, owls are the embodiment of evil spirits. Some northern tribes even have the habit of killing owls and decorating them with owl feathers, which they think is a sign that they are not afraid of evil and darkness!"

"Owl ......" Butos's frothy thoughts floated a few familiar letters: "Bitrice...... Buttoston woke up, his consciousness condensed in an instant, and Ilamos's memories were fading, but not completely gone.

Butos uttered the incantation aloud, and a huge white owl chirped and appeared in a cloud of white light.

BEATRICE DASHED TOWARDS THE MOSIHRZA IN THE MIRE, AND AS IT SLAMMED, ITS SNOW-WHITE FEATHERS DISSIPATED......

BUTOS'S EYES COULD BARELY SEE ANYTHING, AND ALL HE COULD HEAR WAS THE HAZY SOUND OF THE WIND, THE HAZY BATTLE CRY, AND THE HAZY SCREAM FROM MOSIHRZA.

MOSIHRZA'S WAILS RESOUNDED THROUGHOUT IRAMUS'S SPIRITUAL WORLD.

And in this infinitely amplified roar, Butos felt that his body, which had gradually disappeared, became extremely real again.

With a muffled grunt, Butos landed heavily on the ground.

BEATRICE WAS IN THE MIRE AND WAS FRANTICALLY PECKING MOSIHRZA'S EYES WITH HIS BEAK. MOSIHRZA RAISED HIS HEAD FROM THE SWAMP IN ANGER, AND SLUDGE AND POISONOUS INSECT LARVAE WERE THROWN INTO THE AIR, SOME OF WHICH FLOWED DOWN MOSIHRZA'S NECK. BUTOS SLOWLY GOT UP FROM THE GROUND, AND HE SAW BEATRICE, WHO WAS WRESTLING WITH MOSIHRZA.

AT THE SAME TIME, IRAMUS HAD LONG SINCE ESCAPED MOSIHRZA'S ATTACKS. Eramus roared and attacked Yerusar with an incomparably powerful spell.

Butos ran towards Erasmus, and now as long as he and Ilamós could go to the Ancient Frost Palace, they could wake up from this terrifying dream.

AT THAT MOMENT, MOSIHRZA ACTUALLY BIT BITE WITH ITS BIG ABYSSAL MOUTH.

Butos' footsteps stopped. In the midst of the snowstorm, Butos looked at the bitten Bitrice in a daze. A pain and sourness from the heart instantly occupied Butos's whole body.

MOSIHRZA FRANTICALLY TORE BITRICE TO SHREDS WITH HIS TEETH AND SPEWED FIRE OUT OF HIS THROAT AS HE DEVOURED IT.

Bitricer's feathers were blown away by the storm in the air, and a white feather was slowly flying towards Butos.

Tears welled up in Butos' eyes, and he held out his right hand toward the feather, which Beatrice had left behind......

BUT AT THAT MOMENT, THE FLAMES SPRAYED BY MOSIHRZA SPLATTERED ON THE FEATHER, AND EVERYTHING THAT CAME FROM THE PURE BEATRICE WAS BURNED BEFORE BUTOS'S EYES......

"No...... Why is this happening?" Butos couldn't hold back his tears.

Dragons breathe fire through the swamps, minotaurs and snow apes battle orcs fiercely, sparks of sorcery and spell leave trails on the snow......

"No!" Butos hissed, he couldn't accept Bitrice's departure, he couldn't accept the old fellow being reduced to ashes in order to save himself.

"Wake up!Butos!out of my memory!" Ilamos' voice suddenly appeared in Butos's ears.

In a strong sense of dizziness and dazzle, Butos, who was in tears, suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him stood the elven king Filasr, the noble elf Hilace, and the old mage, Eramus.

Iramós smiled as he stretched out his hand to Butos, "You did a very good thing. Adventurer, Butos. ”

Tears were still streaming from Butos's eyes: "What happened? I succeeded? This is not a dream?"

Elf King Filas R slowly stepped forward and said, "This is the real Middle-earth, the land we want to defend. ”

Butos took Eramus's hand and stood up, he looked around, the heartache and sadness still not gone.

"Bitrice...... Where's Bitrice?" asked Butos.

Eramus smiled and held out his finger and tapped it lightly towards Butos' right arm. Suddenly, a white halo flew out of Butos's arm and landed outside the tent.

The giant owl Bitrice slowly appeared in front of Butos's eyes.

A smile finally appeared on Butos' face, and he ran out of the tent as fast as he could, clutching Bitrice's feathers with the warmest of hugs......

"It's true, I didn't lose you...... Bitrice ...... "Butos's last tears stopped.

In the distance, Eramus smiled as he looked at Butos, but the old mage's brow revealed a kind of seriousness and sadness. Eramus wanted to sigh very much at the moment, but he couldn't, he couldn't sigh at such a time.