Quiet night in the woods.

The autumn mood has changed from shallow to thick, but the Moon Song Forest still maintains a green warmth. Spread the blanket under the tree, and Allegri sat on it, feeling the softness and freshness of the fluffy grass.

"Something to eat?" Fletcher, who was next to him, asked as he tossed over the rations.

"Forget it, I'll sleep ......," Allegri muttered casually, waving his hand, and laying his head on the blanket, and it wasn't long before a soft, regular snoring was heard.

"Isn't it, is it?, sleeping so fast?" Fletcher was dumbfounded.

"Maybe my lord is too tired," Fiya explained softly as she jumped out of the depths of the forest, placing a handful of fruit on the ground, "as you have seen, he has been holding back the pursuers alone these days. ”

"yes, that's violent," Fletcher recalled, especially the "Molten Field" that was almost brushing the tip of his nose, and said with a bit of emotion, "Have you known him for a long time?"

"No," Fiya shook her head, "I've only known you for a few days, but our Highness and him are old friends. ”

"Oh," Fletcher nodded, tentatively asking, "and do you know who he is, really an archmage from Thran?"

"No," Fiya didn't hide anything, "I don't know, but we met at the edge of the Misty Swamp. ”

"Oh......" Fletcher nodded, his expression thoughtful, "The Misty Swamp, the Elven Kingdom, the Young Owner of the 'Flywheel' Merchant Group, and the Flowing Gold Merchant Road...... Who the hell is he?"

"Do you want to eat the fruit?" said Fiya, leaning against a tree in the distance, and threw over a green and half-astringent fruit, which was her dinner.

"Eat," Fletcher said, taking a bite and laughing. "But if I don't eat it all, I'll be very uncomfortable if I only eat fruit and no dry food. ”

"It's a common human disease," Fiya nodded, disdainfully, "because of the appetite of the moment, that's why there are so many killings." ”

Fletcher shook his head helplessly. There is no refutation, the elves' vegetarian habits are well known, and their prejudice against humans is even more stubborn to the bone, and it is not something that he can change with a few words.

"I'm resting, you should rest early. Fia turned and disappeared into the forest with a few vertical jumps, the elven sentinels liked to rest in the trees, safe and clean.

"Stubborn elves. Fletcher shook his head, taking a bite of the fruit. Just a mouthful of dry food, and I was happy to eat.

The deep blue emerald color permeated the entire dream, like a boundless mist, surging and rushing.

Allegri knew that this was a dream, but he didn't know how he was going to get out of such a huge and complicated labyrinth. The surrounding writhing mist changed into various shapes, sometimes trees and vines, sometimes animals and birds, as if the entire forest outside was projected into a dream. become more abstract. The whole dream like this is all one color. A kind of green, but the different shades of this green have a layered sense of layering, and it also makes Allegri realize that he is indeed in a boundless and vast space.

Allegri tentatively walked forward, the mist expleting. Rushing up again, the distance from the surroundings did not seem to change, only brought an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Unconvinced, Allegri continued to walk forward, maintaining a straight posture and direction. But until he felt a monotonous boredom, he had been gone for a long time, and the situation around him still did not change, but it changed all the time.

He frowned, pondered, tried all kinds of methods, but found nothing.

Those mist seemed to be able to completely cut off his vision, so what about the detection of spiritual power? Allegri gritted his teeth and tried to extend his spiritual power. Unlike in the outside world, such wisps of spiritual power tentacles were not hindered or disturbed in the slightest, and they walked lightly through the mist.

This seems to be a space for the construction of spiritual power in itself.

He calmed down, separated a few wisps of pure spiritual power and tried to contact the surrounding mist, and the spiritual power shuttled into it, like a fish swimming in the water, surprisingly harmonious. He closed his eyes and completely used that kind of spiritual power to observe the world realm around him, and the mist suddenly disappeared, and the space around him was empty. Only in the farthest part of the world is there a blue-green vein that is linked together, faintly looking at the past, like a large tree pattern that connects the sky and the earth.

Allegri took a deep breath, kept his eyes closed, and relied on the identification of his mental power to slowly walk towards the vein.

It was another long journey, and as he got closer, he slowly discovered that these veins were like meridians extracted from the trees, revealing a clear crystal green. The trunk and branches of this large tree have long since disappeared, but only the pure crystalline skeleton remains.

Allegri hesitated for a moment, slowly adjusted his state, and condensed a spiritual force to probe these veins, ready to thoroughly examine the mysteries of these crystals.

But at the moment when the tentacles penetrated into the veins, it was like a trace of fire thrown into the extremely flammable firewood, and from the point of contact, the boundless green light spread, and the entire tree pattern was slowly lit up.

It lights up, then dims slightly, and lights up again, and the pattern goes on and out, as if breathing. At the same time, a low beating suddenly sounded in the entire space, changing from slow to fast, as if the heartbeat of the space was reviving again.

Vast, vast, and vibrant.

This was Allegri's first feeling, never, he had never felt such a powerful spiritual power, and the "sea of souls" that he was proud of was as small as a ten-foot square pond beside the vast sea in front of it.

"You...... Be...... Who?" Suddenly, a majestic and vast voice slowly sounded, directly through the tentacles of his spiritual power, echoing endlessly.

Allegri was shocked, as if he was observing a corpse unscrupulously, but the corpse suddenly came to life, shocked but also a little embarrassed and flustered.

"Who are you?" Allegri asked in a low voice, calming down.

"Me?" the voice came back a little hesitantly, but gradually became firm in the passage of time, as if awakened from a deep sleep and gradually regained his memory, "Of course I am me, I am this side of the space." I am this piece of sky, this piece of earth, and the collection of all the beings that exist between this piece of sky and the earth...... So, who are you?"

Allegri frowned, he didn't understand what the other person meant, so he could only say something. "I'm Ali Baba, and I'm a fire mage. ”

"Fire?" the voice repeated, responding "I hate fire, but you're different...... I can't feel the imprint of this world on you...... Where the hell did you come from?"

"The imprint of the world?" Allegri took another deep breath, his heart turned over, but he pretended to be at a loss. "I'm from the Principality of Anlan, do you know the way?"

"I haven't heard of it......" The voice was low and slow, with a kind of caution in his tone, but according to Allegri's feeling, it seemed that the owner of this voice did not know much about deception and trickery, and his questions and answers were straightforward, "If you are not from Hades, then we are not enemies." ”

"Of course I'm not from hell. Allegri smirked, he didn't want to be an enemy of such a powerful being. "Can't you see that I'm not like those evil gods at all. ”

"Well," the voice groaned, "indeed, you are not from Hell...... Because, you are too weak. ”

I don't know what this existence is. It's as if the brain doesn't bend. Allegri cursed in his heart, but on the surface he pleaded innocently, "Then can you release me from the gang?"

"What is going to go out?" it said with a little confusion in its voice, "You came in by yourself, so you can get out by yourself......

"I was just dreaming. Allegri said helplessly, "I want to ask you, how do you wake yourself up when you are dreaming?"

"This space was originally my dream," the voice said slowly, "You walked in in a dream, and when you wake up, you can go out." ”

"And what if I can't wake up?" Allegri scratched his head.

"Then you'll be here with me," the voice paused word by word, and a sentence could last for several minutes, "anyway...... I'm pretty bored too. ”

"What?" Allegri said after a moment's pause, "that's not going to work, what's the point of me staying here?"

"What about you...... It will be like me, life will be extended indefinitely," the voice replied, "and so...... Isn't it good?"

"It's been a long time when I've been talking to you," Allegri grumbled, "and you'd have thought about it—"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

Allegri seemed to suddenly disappear into this space for no apparent reason.

"Huh?" It took a long time for the old voice to react and ask slowly, "What about people?"

"Huh?" Allegri sat up suddenly, took a few quick breaths, and didn't react for a moment.

The misty fog around him disappeared completely, the autumn insects screamed, the trees were lush, and the night was deep, and he returned to the realm of reality.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a deep voice as he glanced at Fletcher next to him, and when he gradually came to his senses, he remembered in a trance that it seemed that Fletcher had awakened him by a hard slap just now.

"This, this ......" Fletcher, who was still in a slapping position, glanced at Allegri, who was not good-looking, and stammered and pleaded, "Great, sir...... Can you ...... A little snoring, I've been woken up by you several times. ”

"What? Ah......" Allegri nodded rarely, and replied gently, "I know." ”

Fletcher was slightly startled, and subconsciously glanced at Allegri, who looked dazed, as if he had never spoken so well in his memory.

"You've done a good job this time," an even greater surprise came, and Allegri, who had a kind face, patted him on the shoulder with encouragement, and smiled, "It's worth encouraging." ”

"Yes, yes...... It's me, what the hell did I just do?" Fletcher suddenly felt the urge to doubt life, he couldn't dream, did he? (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)