In the second half of the night, there seemed to be a wind in the forest, and the sound of the wind was like a pack of wolves running in the mythical twilight, whistling through the canopy of trees, rattling and causing wind and rain to be obscure. Peya had long been accustomed to huddled alone in the shadow of the tent, and since that upheaval, she had not dared to fall asleep, and the nightmare of the day seemed to reappear in every dream.

She saw her brother walking in front of her, covered in blood, followed by an obscure shadow—

Half-asleep, the light of the flickering candles was suddenly extinguished—only the nobles had the luxury of lighting expensive mutton fat candles in every tent—but when the light suddenly disappeared, the darkness seemed to be stretched.

The walls of the tent were engulfed in a thick pitch black, and there seemed to be light again in the distance. The Hunter Maiden blinked a little and her eyelids were heavy, and she saw that she was in a shadowy forest. The woods were hazy, as if there were gray ghosts, and when she heard the distant singing, she couldn't help but look up and see a group of glowing ghosts in white robes walking slowly through the forest.

Some of the ghosts were dressed in robes, some rode horses, some were armed with spears, some were holding swallowtailed flags, and each of them had a clear face. Some seemed to be recognizable, some strange and stranger, and she suddenly saw a short figure walking in the middle of the procession, he bowed his head, it was none other than her brother Yaruta.

"Yaruta!" Peya couldn't help but scream.

She didn't care about anything else, and immediately ran in that direction. But the forest grew thicker, and the massive root system seemed to grow, tripping her up at once. She looked up, desperate to see her brother's back farther and farther away.

"Yaruta!"

"Peya." A firm voice came from beyond the dream.

The Hunter Maiden felt as if someone had grabbed her hand, and the surrounding scenery faded rapidly, and a warm light seeped into the darkness from all directions. She snapped open her eyes and found herself standing in the middle of the camp, covered in a cold sweat. His face was as pale as paper.

Brando was standing in front of him. Grab her arm, and there is a campfire in front of her. Peya leaned forward slightly, as if she was about to rush headlong into the fire.

"What's wrong with you?" Brando frowned. He and Medisa saw the Hunter Maiden rush out of the tent with a hollow look on her face, and crashed headlong into the campfire without hesitation. If it weren't for his quick hands and quick eyes, she would at least be burned by Yan Zhòng at this time.

But he's only now finding out. The other person seems to be sleepwalking.

"Nightmares again?" The Hunter Maiden wakes up every night, and for Brando, who has to keep watch for a night every day, it is naturally clear.

Peiya stared at him blankly, as if she hadn't reacted for a moment. Her hair was scattered against her completely soaked forehead, and her dark brown eyes glistened with tears, as if she hadn't recovered from the nightmare she had already had.

"Rider, knight?" Peiya was stunned for a moment, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and lowered her head with some trepidation: "Yes, I'm sorry." ”

In the midst of a strict hierarchy, the daughter of a crude hunter like her. How can you lightly touch the body of the noble. The nobility is the descendants of the sages, glorious, and glorious. Noble. Disdain to be in the company of untouchables. In some places, commoners who approached the nobles without permission were punished, in Lob. Commoners within ten feet of the nobles' carriages were to be whipped.

In the early days, this was a means of guarding against the Assassins. But in modern times, it has gradually evolved into a unique honor.

Brando was slightly stunned before he reacted, he shook his head, "I said, if it's because of my noble status, you don't need to apologize to it." Some people value this because there is nothing but it. He is proud of this title given by society, and I have ideals and pursuits that I am proud of. Miss Peya, I'm letting you stay in this group just because you're our guide, and if possible, I'll help you find your brother's whereabouts—"

He said so many things, in fact, just to appease the other party. Peya calmed down, and she glanced at the lord with some caution, she had heard Firas, Lorenna, and the other knights call him 'Lord Count'. She couldn't imagine that the most powerful man in Rescualwater was nothing more than an old knight.

But the Earl was undoubtedly a strange man, and she had never seen such a nobleman without a fight.

"Thank you, Knight, I'm having nightmares again."

"Your situation just now doesn't look like a nightmare, what did you just see?"

Peiya was a little puzzled, but she still recounted her dream.

"White Ghost?"

"What's wrong?" Medisa asked softly as she stood up. She looked at the look on Brando's face a little stern, and felt that something might be a little strange.

"Interesting—" Brando looked up, looking at the pointed 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 didn't seem to be that the case.

"Last time I told you about the Heartless Knight, Peya, you are from the Manoville region, and have you heard of the legend of the Nameless Man?"

"The Lost Person?"

"Ahh

"A nameless person, a name is a name, a name is like a codename, it is meaningless in itself, but a mark of others for you; The Miner people have some dark legends that if someone loses their name, they become wandering like a lonely ghost. To put it simply, abandoned by the civilized world—"

"The elves have a similar saying, because people need each other, and if a person loses his due reputation, then his value is also very weak."

"The legend of the ghost in the forest has been around for a long time......"

Knights who have lost their honor, abandoned by the people, fall into darkness, lose themselves, and mumble to themselves all day long. They are long dead, but their memories linger in the forest, and if anyone has confusion in their hearts, they will be tempted by them.

Hunters often see heartless knights in the forest, but that is only 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. But it was not perceptible that the clouds were still dark, for it was not the wind, but the great uneasiness that hung over the hearts of all.

This uneasiness comes from the turmoil of the whole world.

Brando saw a faint blue arc of light on the horizon, which he had thought was a faint light converging beyond the horizon, but now it seemed that there was only one reasonable explanation left.

The second magic tide is coming.

It's a coincidence.

"Metissa, go and get the others up, I'm afraid this forest won't be so safe later. We'll have to find a way to get through the Wall of Sighs before then. Something in the forest might give us some trouble—"

"Your Excellency?"

The camp seems to come alive. In just ten minutes, the pale blue sky on the horizon grew in the shape of a claw in this direction, and the wind seemed to come to life, and the wind howled angrily, rolling up countless branches and leaves, and converging into a black river. A sparkling light appeared in the forest, a sign that the magic that was floating in the main material world was skyrocketing.

There was chaos, and everyone finally gathered. Brando counted everyone and made sure no one was left behind, then looked back at Nimesis, who was staring at the sky with a cloudy face. "I think I've seen ...... there," she muttered.

Brando knew she had experienced it, but the memories had already broken into pieces. He didn't know how many memories of that time she still kept. But Nimesis seemed to think of something, and she looked back at Brando: "Brando, do you know anything ......?" ”

"We'll talk about that later." Brando looked at the forest that seemed to suddenly shake the mountains, and this time the magic tide was the second wave recorded in history. The Warlocks of the Tower of Stars and Moon recorded the tide, and it was ahead of history, about three months earlier.

It's not clear what that means, but the outside world must be in a state of extreme panic. The second wave of the tide crossed the borders of the Lands of Order, affecting Eruin, South Cruz, Elranta, and some of the areas around the Great Glacier, where eclipses, day-to-night, monster tides, and similar phenomena were recorded in many places.

Brando was a little worried about Antitina and Roman, but he believed they should be able to handle the affairs of the territory. Well, the Cruz people should be on their side now, otherwise it will not be easy for the Flame Sanctuary to come to the door at this juncture.

"My lord, what should we do now?" A knight leaned up and asked respectfully.

Brando glanced in the direction of the forest.

The swarthy forest is like a living thing, and the magic of the forest is its innumerable eyes, and the swaying canopy is like a hair dancing wildly. It opened its bloody jaws of the black hole, waiting for the uninvited guest to break in.

But after a slight delay, the team headed for the forest. Passing through the ruins, the Wall of Sighs, Brando's mind knew there was something.

But the tide came too fast.

Most of the tents were abandoned because there was no time to clean them up. The wind whirled through them, but no one dared to look back, and everyone rushed into the forest in front of them. At this time, someone in the team suddenly let out one or two exclaims:

"Oh my God, what's that!"

"Ahh Brando heard Peya's scream of fear, and he looked back to see a team of knights in the forest not far away, glowing from top to bottom, slowly advancing through the forest.

It was as if he had seen the team there.

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(PS: 14th ~ Happy Valentine's Day to everyone.) Woo woo, I'm tired for another day today~)