In the real world, if you hate everything in front of you, close your eyes and listen to the wind and rain in silence.

But in the dream world, this method doesn't work.

Because the wind in the dream world is not the flow of air when hot and cold are intertwined, and the rain is not the water droplets formed by the condensation of water vapor.

The raindrops in the dream world are wrapped in a certain corner and moment of the real world, and the wind in the dream world is wrapped in all kinds of emotions that have been broken and those memories that are about to fade away.

So the rain here is colder than outside, and the wind is more likely to suffocate.

Once, Nikita had only read about the wind and rain of the world in books, and had fantasized about how pleasant it would be to swim in such a storm with the wizard with the green eyes.

Until today, she has walked in such wind and raindrops, but her heart has long lost the illusions she once had, and there are no green eyes beside her, only a monotonous face like white porcelain, carefully following her footsteps.

This is the Enchanted Forest.

A forest in the depths of a dreamland.

In this magical and mysterious forest, a myriad of low, stout oaks twist and coil to form passages made of branches, bushes, and mushrooms.

These passages extend in all directions, connecting the various areas of the dreamscape, and also breaking through the constraints of time and space to connect certain corners of the real world.

Nikita came here to add some powerful combat power to his army of demon beasts. Some of the Silent Forests don't have reinforcements that can scare the old antiques of the school.

For example, ghouls, ancient giants, dire, cold spiders, giant worms, etc.

"Those demons look pretty powerful, why didn't you accept them?" Faceless asked in a thin, flattering voice - Nikita wouldn't allow it to paint her mouth, or use her voice. So Faceless ended up drawing himself a small mouth that he remembered and impressed.

The banshee walked on the dark humus layer of the Enchanted Forest with her hands behind her back, her head tilted, her eyes closed, and she felt the rain of the dreamscape passing through the treetops and falling on her eyebrows, feeling the emotional breeze.

The wind faintly brought a scream behind the trees not far away, but this did not affect her mood of feeling nature in the slightest.

On her wrist, wrapped around her wrist was a small snake the thickness of chopsticks, covered in pitch black, with three heads - this was a gift from the captain of the Mist, a three-headed black dragon that had lived in the Silent Forest for a long time.

Heijiao's two heads were put together, sleeping soundly in the sound of wind and rain in the dreamland, and the awake head was open with a small mouth full of fangs, looking at the faceless demon behind the banshee with bad intentions.

After the faceless question had dissipated in the wind and rain for a long time, Nikita seemed to have just heard its question.

"It's too weak, so it's useless. ”

Still with her head tilted up, her eyes closed, she replied in a soft voice, "Only in this world can they show a certain degree of strength...... Even compared to the most depraved demons, they are too ugly and filthy. No magic is required, just drag them out into the sun and they will turn them into a puff of smoke. Such miscellaneous soldiers are of no use to us. ”

"Sounds like those shoddy blood slaves. ”

"Blood slaves are vampires who have modified their own traits from certain traits of demons. ”

After a question and answer, the forest fell silent again.

Not far away, the screams behind the trees continued, mixed with the noise of falling trees.

Nikita loved the wind and rain of this world, watering her long-dried heart, and recalling many distant but beautiful memories of her pre-Fall. So, she was greedily silent.

Feeling no sense of the wind and rain, it feels that the wind and rain here are mixed with a lot of buzzing noise, just like mosquitoes in the outside world. The only reason it was silent was that it didn't know what to say.

After all, it has no face, and its mouth is borrowed from someone else.

It borrowed this new mouth, and it didn't like to talk very much.

......

The moment several young wizards of the Sin Hunting Team passed through the Magic Mirror Passage and entered the Dream Realm, several bolts of lightning streaked across the sky above the Enchanted Forest, and the rumbling thunder woke up the entire forest. suppressed the faint screams in the forest.

Nikita finally opened her eyes.

Faceless looked at her in panic, then looked around.

"Is this the world's rejection of us?" it seldom sees such scenes, so there is a great sense of uneasiness in its voice: "Because we are treating the aborigines too drastically?"

Nikita's gaze crossed the gap between the leaves and looked at the silvery-white electric light in mid-air.

"No," she frowned slightly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but her voice was very cold: "Whether we or those aborigines, we are too weak, so weak that the world will not notice the life and death of ants like us." ”

"Those thunderbolts ......"

"That's a warning. The banshee replied, "Dreams are born from the heart, and the heart gives birth to cause and effect. Everything we encounter in the dream world is inextricably linked to the cause and effect involved in us. This is not the world's rejection of us, but His reminder of us. ”

"Reminder?"

"Remind us that on our dreamland journey, we will meet some interesting travel companions. ”

There is no difference between day and night in the Enchanted Forest, and the thick foliage of the oak trees intertwine and obscure almost the entire sky. Clouds of mist flow through the air, bringing a faint glow under the canopy, and exotic mushrooms sprinkle phosphorescence to illuminate the darker oak feet.

The screams not far away finally died down.

The banshee, with her companions, walked forward, skirting a tall oak tree and coming to a glade.

In the middle of the clearing, a massive monster measuring twenty feet tall slumped in it. Its body was covered in black hair, its arms split into two at the front like some kind of mutated multi-armed, its vertically grown mouth was full of yellowed teeth, and its eyes on either side of its skull shimmered with a charming pink glow.

It's an ancient leather giant.

At this moment, its two forearms twisted to the sides in a very unnatural way, and it was clear that more than just bones were broken. In its mouth, only a few roots of its yellowed teeth remained, and it shivered in the mucus-covered gums.

Its pink eyes were full of humiliation and flattery.

Ancient giants do not have words, and they generally communicate through facial expressions and body movements. Because of the fractured forearm, it was unable to use its limbs, so it could only twist the muscles on its face in an attempt to show its grateful submission to the two witches in front of it.

It's just ugly, which makes its distorted expression look particularly hideous.

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