Marcus came back to his senses from his trance.

He looked down at his feet, and suddenly noticed that the mottled stone slab looked familiar.

When he looked up, he noticed that the buildings around him were "growing".

From the beginning of the foundation, in the blink of an eye, a three-story residence nearly ten meters high appeared.

"The trading house at the corner of the street? No, I remember that the building was built more than 300 years ago, and the outer walls should be covered with vines......"

As soon as this thought flashed through him, the wall was covered with a layer of green vegetation.

Marcus froze for a few seconds before realizing what the dwarf meant by his previous words.

"Adjust your dreams...... They actually mastered this terrible spell, is this to create another city of Nibra? ”

He muttered.

Suddenly, he saw a demonic figure, and instinctively trembled—

The legendary Red Turban Skull!?

It was a terrifying demon that had been passed down by the current members of the Emerald Leaf Court.

It is said that under the red turban of the other party is a skull head, which has disappeared from the battlefield without a trace, and the methods are ruthless, and one person can control the ballista and use that thing at people!

Even the necromancers on the Ashen Front wouldn't be so cruel!

Teacher Xia turned his head sharply and met the guy who was staring at him.

Look at your mother......

"What are you looking at?"

He asked politely.

"I've seen you in the Emerald Leaf Garden."

Marcus immediately made the most polite gesture.

He had filled in all his information through my Carla just now, and he knew that he couldn't hide it from the other party.

Teacher Xia suddenly approached and looked at Marcus carefully.

He always felt like he knew the face.

If you add a little beard to him, his eyes will be a little vicissitudes......

it!

Marcus!?

A thought immediately popped into my mind:

"Do you know Sandy from the Grey Swan Tavern?" he asked.

Marcus was stunned: "Yes, I know." ”

An elf with a mole on his chest came to his mind, and his past with the proprietress came to mind.

As soon as this thought flashed, a surprised voice came from behind him.

"Marcus?"

He turned around and saw Sandy standing in front of him.

She was still as plump as she was, wearing a low-cut linen blouse with an overwhelmed button.

Half of the drunkards in the Grey Swan Tavern came for the button.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Sandy twisted her waist and came to him, and said angrily, "Dear Marcus, where have you been fooling around all these years, why didn't you come back to see me?" ”

"I ......"

Marcus broke out in a cold sweat as soon as he spoke.

He remembered that the dwarf had told him not to think about these things.

But the more he thought about it, the more detailed he thought about it.

At this time, a cold voice came from the side.

"I've seen this woman, she's dead."

Marcus was stunned and looked up in disbelief.

It was a paladin who spoke, staring at Sandy with a complicated expression.

"I remember her, she was shocked by Percival's holy light and flew out, her bones shattered, and she died before she hit the ground."

With his description, the proprietress in front of him suddenly flew upside down, her body showed a terrible deformation, she bled in the air, and when she landed, she rolled a few times like a rag doll, falling into a dead silence.

The scene was more detailed than any Marcus could have imagined.

A strong sadness flashed in his heart, as if even the memory of the other party had become blurred.

yes, the last time I saw Sandy was over thirty years ago, and a lot can have happened in that time......

He silently raised his eyes and took a deep look at the paladin, as if he wanted to remember him.

Hall didn't respond to the burning gaze.

He stepped forward, half-kneeling in front of Sandy's corpse, his fingers stained with blood, and sketched a prayer seal burning with holy flames on the ground.

"May your soul rest in peace."

He whispered.

After doing all this, he stood up and walked elsewhere.

Marcus looked at his back.

As the paladin walked through the ancient street, the houses on both sides were damaged to varying degrees.

One after another people he seemed to remember, but couldn't remember, appeared among the ruins, staring at each other with frightened eyes.

Marcus' heart shook......

What exactly is the city of Nebra...... What happened?

"More than ten days ago, there was an accident there, and many people died."

Teacher Xia explained succinctly.

He originally wanted to comfort and comfort the other party, but his vocabulary was like that, so he simply pretended to be deep.

"Is that so......"

Marcus said in a gloomy tone, "Thank you for telling me this. ”

"So you know Mesa?"

"Mesa?"

Marcus remembered a shadow again—

"Dear Marcus?"

An elven mercenary with a double ponytail appeared on the corner and ran over excitedly.

Marcus hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't, I don't know you, I'm not Marcus......"

He waved his hand at Teacher Xia again: "Please don't tease me......"

"Suzana and Fagil"

Marcus: "No—"

Although he resisted with his mouth, his brain honestly recalled the appearance of these women one by one.

In the blink of an eye, five elves of different heights, shortness, fat and thinness appeared in front of him.

Although they are different, they are all once wives without exception, and they have all become survivors.

As a philanthropic man, Marcus is determined to bring joy to everyone who survives, and is determined to hunt the Minotaurs, so he is nicknamed "Toto's Joy" by players.

But Totole is now in despair.

He knew that if he let these people stay together, he would definitely be finished, and they would will-

"What's Marcus' name?"

"I want to ask you, why are you so enthusiastic?"

"Two shrews, shut up!"

"I think you're the only one who looks like a shrew the most!"

Sure enough, they quarreled.

Marcus looked loveless.

He simply gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, sneaking, moistening!

However, before he could take two steps, he was caught out of thin air.

It's still that damn red bandana.

"Spare me......" Marcus was completely convinced: "Why would Your Excellency ...... Will you know about my? Can you even investigate this? ”

Because of the fucking 24 love letters I sent to these damn lovers of yours, of course! You're willing to help me unlock Level 6 Lockpicking and Treasure Appreciation!

Teacher Xia shouted in his heart.

Of course, these words cannot be said.

But this does not affect his feeling of comfort at the moment.

He patted the other man on the shoulder:

"No, Marcus, your experience is important, because no one knows the grey industry of Nibra City better than you, and no one knows Nibra's rat nest and dog hole better than you, you know what I mean."

Marcus froze.

His expression became solemn, and there was a hint of struggle.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke:

"McCalla...... Coming to invade Foggy Hollow? ”

"No, it's salvation."

Teacher Xia replied.

"We're going to save the spirits of Nibra."

…

At the same time, the reconstruction of the entire city of Nibla was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Whether it is the elven outcasts or the soldiers from the Emerald Leaf Court, the main purpose of their appearance here is to "cover up" for the player.

In fact, it is enough to have the memories of Mr. Xia and Mr. Sa.

Because Nibra City, as one of the few mission concentrations after the Void Disaster, left a deep impression on these two people, especially Teacher Xia.

He had stepped on almost every tile and roof tile here, even the nooks and crannies of the prison.

But because the memories of the two are too advanced, they need the memories of the aborigines as a foundation, and they can help fill in the details.

The three paladins represented by Hall are the biggest variables.

After Gam's therapy and Gawain's education, they are now completely sober.

But they did strike at civilians tainted with necromancy under the will of the Light, causing heavy casualties.

So the three of them enter the dream with an attitude of atonement, recalling the destruction they have caused.

It's like self-judgment.

Considering that the elves live by inertia most of the time, this layer of variables should not affect the results too much.

As a result, there are constantly people who "generate" and then die in the phrase "dead".

Buildings are also constantly rising from the ground, and in an instant, they collapse under the watchful eye.

Rebirth and disintegration, nostalgia and passing, in an indescribable atmosphere, a city of Nibra that exists only in "memory" is completed.

(End of chapter)