Chapter 118: Dreams

It's like a dream, it's like a shadow.

In a dream world with only black and white, young boys are running in confusion. There was a narrow road between the high walls that almost closed to the left and right, and in the dim alley, only the distant mouth of the alley flickered brightly, and in that pale light, a figure with an unclear face walked lonely into the distance.

The rain was pouring down over the world, and no matter how hard the boy ran, he couldn't get close to the figure. Finally, after exhausting his strength, he fell to the ground. The cold, damp ground ruthlessly robbed him of what little strength he had left. The boy stood up with a wooden face and a weak arm, and his small and delicate face had some rounded arcs characteristic of children. On a closer look, this child's appearance was very similar to Su Qin.

The rain became heavier and heavier, as if it was going to flood the whole world. Accompanied by black water droplets, shadows silently occupy the entire world. In the shadow that twisted and danced like flames, the magic sword Heenig, who was dressed in a retro dress and long skirt, gently picked up the boy. There was a hint of pity on her beautiful face, but a vicious smile glistened in the depths of her emerald green eyes.

The young boy was powerless to shake off Hernig's arms, and could only tease her like a ceramic doll. The boy can't remember who he is? Where is this again? Only the vague figure in the distance attracted all his attention. Memories seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, but the ubiquitous sound of rain reminded him of the cry buried deep in his heart.

“muma……”

Henig chuckled and held the boy's face with both hands: "You have also been abandoned by others......"

The thin murmur was like a loud brass bell, and the whole world suddenly came to a standstill, and even the boundless rain hovered in the air. The boy stopped struggling, his eyes like enraged wounded beasts. The child's shrill voice suddenly turned into a thunderous roar of an inhuman thing, and the small alleyway mouth was shattered from the bottom up, as if a giant beast sleeping underground suddenly woke up. Skyscrapers rose from the ground and roared out of the ground.

"No. Allow. You're snooping on my memories! The surface of the boy's skin cracked and shattered like a plaster cast, and from his small body came an arm wrapped in black armor. The iron armor covered the five fingers, which were as sharp as sharp claws, slowly but surely locked onto Henig's slender neck.

The little boy's body gradually shattered like a cracked cocoon, and then Su Qin, a young man who had been tempered by iron and fire and blood, appeared in front of Henig.

Looking down at the beautiful and bewitching woman in front of him, he was dressed in a pitch-black Maximilian armor, the thick and majestic armor was covered with fine reliefs depicting the punishment of hell, and the scarlet cloak behind the shoulder armor flew up and down like a monster eager to donate blood. A V-shaped slit in the cold steel mask emitted a terrible blood-colored glow.

In this static world, he is like a mythical and legendary demon god, and his power is like a prison.

"Hahahahahaha~." Henig's face flushed with a sickly flush, and his shrill laughter seemed to indicate something.

"My past, present, and future master, look at you now. What a Chaos Lord who preys on the world and sits on the Iron Throne with the despair of all beings as the wine. "What comes out of his lover's sweet tone is a sharp poisoned arrow. Hearing this, the helmet that resembled the head of the evil dragon cracked a crack like glass, revealing Su Qin's stunned expression.

"Hah!" In reality, Su Qin got up suddenly, only feeling cold sweat, and with the gradual awakening of consciousness, the nightmare as heavy as a lead block in his mind slowly faded away, leaving only an undisturbing premonition.

In frustration, Su Qin lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent, and what caught his eyes was a construction scene in full swing.

Not far away, in the abandoned square, a huge and complex industrial production line is being assembled little by little. And in the old mines, shield excavators powered by high-power steam engines roared to widen the tunnels. The most important gate of legend is erected in the center of the square, and the heavy metal components are spliced together into a rectangular frame more than ten meters high, and the dwarves who are good at melting and cooperating with the thoughtful elves will pour the molten precious metal on the ground according to the design plan to draw a circle, and when both sides are ready, they can directly connect the Moriath Mine and the Horn Fortress.

At that time, the already easy to defend and difficult to attack Horn Fort can drag down the Chaos army without any worries, until the battle between the high-ranking reincarnators and the evil gods in the outer realm is decided.

Not far away, Jin Li, who had finished a day's work, sat on a stone and smoked a pipe. Seeing Su Qin's miserable and gloomy appearance, he couldn't help but pout: "Hey, tall man, why are you so ugly?" Like a big goat that has just escaped from the clutches of a wolf. ”

Not bothering to pay attention to this poor-mouthed guy, Su Qin patted his sour neck. "Heh, why did you change your helmet?"

Hearing this, Jin Li instantly closed his mouth and honestly sat aside and smoked his pipe. After his previous battle with the Fire Demon, he changed into a tight leather helmet. The hot, smelly old helmet not only covered his entire head, but even his stout chin was firmly covered with layers of leather.

The reason why I put on this thing is actually very simple. In the battle against the Flame Demons, although the dwarves miraculously did not die a single person, they still recruited a lot of losses. For Jin Li personally, the biggest loss must be that large thick beard. Heaven forbid, he had grown this beard for at least twenty years, and every day he carefully cared for it with an oak comb.

However, just because he strangled the fire demon's neck at close range, it was gone, and the flames on the hellish devil's body burned all his beard and eyebrows in one go. If you remove this helmet now, you will see the underneath exposed. A dwarven head as smooth as a boiled egg.

muttered a few words in his hometown, and Jin Li's whole person instantly became gray. Obviously, the loss of his beard hit him more psychologically than he thought.

"Anyway, thanks to the tall man. Without your help, we would not have been able to wash away the shame of our ancestors so smoothly. The sons of Groin will remember your help. After a moment of silence, Jin Li put down his pipe and straightened up, and said solemnly. He waited here to express his gratitude to Su Qin, although the two had some contradictions before. But compared to the matter of destroying the fire demon, it can be put down.

"Don't be so serious, I just did what I had to do." Su Qin waved his hand and didn't care too much. After all, the decision to destroy the Flame Demon was based on an overall strategy, and no matter what, he would find a way to accomplish the task. As for the dwarves' thanks, that wasn't the reason for his actions, so he didn't think he deserved them.

"It's a lot more important to us than you think." Seeing this, Jin Li didn't pay much attention to it, and people were more accustomed to expressing their gratitude with actions than verbal dwarves. He shrugged his shoulders and took out the tin box containing the tobacco, on which were delicately painted with intricate patterns.

"Well, let's not talk about that. Do you smoke? This is this year's newly roasted tobacco, and it still has a long bottom leaf! ”

Smoking, drinking, bragging, and friendships between male creatures are sometimes very fast.