In the area of the wreckage of Silandis, in the wind that suddenly blows on this scorched earth, an apparition appears that appears to be a modern-day Breezehaven resident.

Both Nina and Morris saw the presence of the apparition - it was clearly not an illusion.

"There's nothing here...... "Morris whispered as he came to the spot where the apparition had just appeared, took a closer look at his surroundings, and frowned.

The sudden appearance made Nina a little nervous, and she subconsciously lowered her voice: "How did that ...... look like a ghost just now?"

Morris gave the girl a strange look: "Do you need to be afraid of ghosts?" ”

“…… Oh yes. ”

Nina muttered in hindsight, and just as she finished speaking, something suddenly appeared in the corner of her eye.

It was another "phantom", emerging in the wind and dust, flashing through the charred ruins of the huge branches, and for a brief moment, Nina felt as if she had seen each other's faces...... She even thought the face was a little familiar.

It seemed to be the owner of the clothing store in the XC section of Breeze, an elf lady who was always smiling—her face was dull and appeared in the wind, and then dispersed with the wind.

"Over here!" Nina reacted instantly, dragged Maurice and ran in the direction where the second phantom appeared, and before they could run to that position, Nina saw something in the distance that seemed to flash in the fog.

Phantoms, phantoms of elves, began to appear between the wind and the dust and mist, and as Nina and Maurice continued to reach the deeper parts of the ruins, the phantoms appeared more and more frequently, at first only occasionally flashing from the edge of the field of vision, and then they could see one or two hazy, ghost-like phantoms appearing in the air in any direction.

Nina's eyes widened unconsciously, she and Maurice walked on the scorched earth covered with ash and black slag, walking among the vast wreckage and ruins of Sylantis, and beside them, the "Breeze" residents in modern clothes continued to emerge and dissipate like unstable ghosts, these apparitions floated blankly in the dust with a sluggish appearance, unresponsive to the approach of Nina and Maurice, with a kind of ...... Creepy atmosphere.

Finally, Nina and Morris stopped in an open clearing.

They were surrounded by phantoms, phantoms of elves, and even mixed with some shadows that were even very vague and could not distinguish the race, far and near, intertwined with reality and fiction, appearing and disappearing, the disorderly wind swept up the dust, through these hollow ghosts, through the wreckage of the huge canopy of Sylantis, and under the chaotic dim skylight, countless phantoms gathered in the ruins of this legendary "World Tree", as if a strange and terrifying ...... Ghost Gathering.

"I'm really starting to get a little scared this time......" Nina scratched at the corner of her clothes a little nervously, the air around her twisted slightly, and a scorching glow appeared from under her eyes from time to time, "These are really the elves in the Breeze...... I also saw the uncle at the Crown Street intersection who sold 'elf burritos', and he put stinky and rotten offal meat sauce in the burrito......"

As soon as she said this, she immediately glanced nervously at the apparition not far away—because she remembered that as long as she described the "elf burrito" like this, the uncle would immediately correct it with great anger and seriousness, saying that it was actually "a pure flavor sauce that has been passed down for 4,000 years", and his expression would look very scary.

However, the apparition only dissipated silently, like other apparitions that kept appearing and dissipating around it.

Nina turned her head and looked at Maurice, "...... Wouldn't all the people who disappeared in Breezhaven be here every night? Are they all inside the 'Wall of Silence'? ”

Morris didn't speak from just now, just frowned and looked around, with a contemplative expression on his face, before suddenly breaking the silence after a moment: "Sirantis is 'protecting' them. ”

Nina didn't understand for a moment: "Huh? ”

"This is the 'protection' of Silandis," Morris seems to have figured something out, "she is trying to 'collect' the minds of all the elves into the inner side of the Wall of Silence, which she believes will protect them when the end of the world comes." ”

Speaking of this, the old scholar paused, thought for a moment, and then continued: "Under normal circumstances, every elf who enters the dream of the Nameless should be directly teleported to this place and become an illusion here, but a few of us are exceptions, the captain's power allows us to stay awake in the dream realm, which is why 'Shirin' will appear in front of us - Silandis thinks that we are 'lost' elves. ”

Nina was dumbfounded, but she immediately understood what the teacher was saying, and her instincts told her that this was probably the truth.

But that doesn't explain what happened to Miss Fanna—what about the desert and the giant who called himself a god?

In addition to this question, Nina immediately thought of another, more fatal question.

"Then the minds of these elves are trapped in the wreckage of Sirantis every night...... Won't it be a problem after a long time?! ”

"Of course," Morris said with a solemn expression, "Beyond the Breeze, the sleeping sickness has begun to spread among the elven inhabitants of the various city-states, and within the Breeze, the erosion of dreams has begun to leave traces in the real world, and this 'protection' will continue like this...... I'm afraid something big is going to happen. ”

Nina opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but at that moment, the wind and sand began to rise in front of her eyes, and a new phantom appeared in front of her.

It was a middle-aged man with dry and messy hair, a beard that hadn't been shaved for days, and a sloppy and tired look - as an elf, an elf who was imprinted with the characteristics of the race "health, longevity, and elegance", but that appearance gave people the feeling that his health was on the verge of limit, as if he was about to die suddenly at any time.

Nina recognized the apparition at a glance.

"It's Master Taran El," she looked at Taran El, whose face was dull, and he was in a state of dazed stillness like the other phantoms, even though she had already seen other "acquaintances" here just now, she was still a little surprised to see this elven scholar at this time, "He also appeared here......

"It seems like all the people who disappeared during the Nameless Dream will be here, and that's no surprise," Morris looked calm, and as he spoke, he walked up to the apparition of Taran El and looked at each other with a slight frown, "The key is to figure out what the state of these elves in the 'dreaming' stage is. They seem to have established an increasingly solid bond with Sirantis, and it is unlikely that they will be able to wake up ...... easily."

Nina leaned over as well, and she boldly stretched out her finger and poked Master Taran El in the arm, "I remember the last time Mr. El was trapped in a dream, and at that time he managed to wake himself up and save himself......

Taran El's apparition blinked suddenly.

Nina thought she had mistaken and looked up again.

Taran El slowly turned his head and turned his gaze to her.

Nina: "......"

In the next second, a huge fireball rose from the sky above the wreckage of Sirantis.

The shockwave shattered the chaotic clouds in the sky, the chaotic winds hovering around the wreckage of the World Tree froze in an instant, and a terrifying fireball rose like a new star, making the scorched earth as bright as day in a matter of seconds!

But the fireball didn't directly hit the wreckage of Silandis or the "phantoms" that were hovering within the range of the wreckage.

The usual hard training worked, and in the nick of time, Nina looked up at the sky - her exclamation turned into the roar of the sun, and the spewing of stellar material only created a temporary sun that lasted only a few seconds above the Nameless Dream, and the damage was minimized in the massive coronal impact.

But even with such a brief impact, the Nameless Dream reacted instantly, the forests near the Silent Wall roaring wildly, the earth trembling almost boiling in the light of the sun, and the distant mountains rumbling, as if it only lasted for a second longer, and Silandis would wake up in the light of the otherworldly sun—but as the fireball in the sky dissipated, the Nameless Dream calmed down on the edge of crumbling.

In the area of the wreckage of Silandis, the massive sand and dust raised by the shock wave in the sky had not yet subsided, and a gray-faced figure crawled out of a pile of ashes - Morris slapped the dust on his body vigorously, shook the black slag from his hair, and picked his ears hard, before he raised his head and stared at Nina: "How many times has the captain said that you should not be so shocked!" ”

Nina was shining with golden sunshine all over her body, and her whole person had not completely cooled down, and after hearing Mr. Morris's words, she suddenly scratched her face in embarrassment, and before she could speak, Taran El's frightened voice came from the side: "How is this used to startle and bomb?" ”

Morris blew his beard and glared, with a look of displeasure: "You just say it's not fried!" ”

It was not easy to make this old scholar who had always been elegant and calm behave in such a gaffe, and it was the first time that Nina had seen her teacher almost jump up and curse, but compared to this little thing, she was more surprised by the Master Taran El next to her.

This elven scholar who was just a dazed phantom a moment ago has now turned into a vivid and agile "mental entity", he is standing in the flying dust, although he is a little embarrassed by the "sun impact" just now, but he is obviously completely "awake".

The university scholar was looking at Nina in a daze, his eyes full of horror.

Obviously, being bombarded by the sun at the moment of waking up is a bit too exciting for a sub-healthy middle-aged person.

(End of chapter)