Chapter 525 (1/1)
It's an interview, but when Marcus and Atticus really sat in front of the elder elf, the gray hair didn't mean to wake up. Even the stag he was leaning against didn't even open his eyes. The king's hand is not impatient, and he has heard all kinds of rumors about the strange character of the elves, which are even more difficult than the straightforward dwarves. Marcus looked at his companion, glanced inquisitively at the green staff, hoping that the iron Knight would tell him what to do next.
The iron knight is also the first to encounter this situation. But even so, he also knew that it was very bad to rashly wake up the sleeping old elf. Atticus looked around and looked at the two elves who had just stopped them. He saw that the two Elves were looking at themselves with disdain. It was like looking at an ass chasing a carrot hanging in front of him. This made the Knights realize that perhaps it was not Atwood's deliberate neglect, but that they did not really understand the requirements of the meeting.
After a short period of thinking, the Grand Knight dismissed the impossible speculation and left only one option that sounded absurd but seemed worth a try. He looks at Marcus, the fat aristocrat who is upset that he has soiled his trousers by sitting on the ground. ”Since Lord Attwood does not want to see us soberly, let's go to our dreams and find him.”
”What are you talking about? Is your head all right, sir Although he has seen witches and werewolves, Marcus hasn't adapted to the world beyond his common sense. He was stunned for a few seconds when he heard Atticus's proposal, and then exaggerated twisted the muscles on his face. His severe headache made him say something rather impolite without thinking about it.
However, the iron knight is not the kind of person who will care about the details. On the contrary, he thinks that Marcus, who is troubled by headache, is more like a living man than a hypocritical oil painting figure than a pretentious aristocratic. So he laughed and patted the latter on the shoulder to relax him. ”My head is not as serious as yours, my Lord. Come on, some things have not been tried, and no one knows the result. ” After that, Atticus untied the sword tied to his belt and inserted iron bars into the soil in front of him to avoid the influence of the power of the witch hunting knife.
Marcus sighed deeply when he saw the knight lying down on the ground. He felt that he had sighed more in the past few days than in the past few years. Before the outbreak of the rat man plague, there was nothing that could have bothered the man who had stolen the wisdom of the devil. But things are different, aren't they? The king's hand looked up at the sky. The morning sun was completely off the horizon, and the cold in the air was lessened. ”I hope I won't catch a cold. It's not worth it to die of a cold after curing a headache.”
All three people around the campfire lay down, and when their eyes were closed, something incredible happened. A large number of birds fly out of Atwood's hair. These birds fly around the circular track, making happy calls, but the people around them can't hear any noise. Marcus only felt that his consciousness became more and more calm, and the pain did not disappear, but he was unable to hurt his mind. This made him feel sleepy for a long time. At this time, he did not care whether he could really cure his headache. Taking this opportunity to get a quick sleep was what he really needed.
Consciousness, sinking into the boundless and serene darkness, is as comfortable as being wrapped in thick black velvet. After not knowing how long, time seems to have no meaning in this space, Marcus once again realized his existence. But he was surprised to find that he did not have a physical body at this time, but just a mass of luminous matter, floating in the dark. Marcus's light group looked around him. He had no eyes, ears, vision and hearing. However, this did not prevent him from observing in a more magical way. He saw a lot of things from the dark, including pictures and sounds. This made him realize that there was not nothing here, but there were too many things contained, which made him look dark.
When the king's hand thought so, the whole space changed, and the colors that existed in the natural world began to emerge, and his surroundings instantly became colorful. The ground is made up of leaves and branches, and a river of honey can be seen flowing over the clouds through the cracks between them. The dragonfly winged sun and the antler moon chase and frolic above Marcus. Oak fruit the size of a carriage rolled past him like a rolling stone, followed by beetles in aristocratic costumes.
These grotesque scenes are not frightening; on the contrary, they even reassure Marcus. He couldn't say why, but he felt his clear and tight mind finally relaxed in such a world. A large number of dandelion seeds fly by. A man releases his hand holding the seeds and sets down from the sun. He has deer like horns. His bloated body is covered by long gray hair and beard. His limbs are only three thick fingers.
”Welcome here, Marcus Taylor Riel. Welcome to dreamworld.” Atwood's voice came from under his whiskers. He opened his hand to the visitor, and the seed in the palm quickly sprouted into a walking stick.
”Dream world? You say this is a dream? ” Marcus expresses his meaning with consciousness, and although he has no mouth, his voice still comes from his body.The green stick walked towards the light with his stick. ”Yes, it's not. It's not just a dream, but it's a dream. I don't know how to explain it to humans, so you just need to think of it as some kind of dream that many people can enter together
In the face of the approaching Attwood, the light group instinctively wants to stay away, but without hands and feet, there is no movement at all. Just at this time, the old elf had come near. He gave a kind laugh and looked at Marcus. ”Don't worry. Imagine what you look like. It doesn't need to be very specific, just like a painter creating a landscape that he has only seen once before
Soon, many tentacles sprang out of the light. These tentacles intertwined and woven into skin and limbs. A mushroom with short thick hands, feet, eyes and mouth quickly appeared. Marcus looked at his new body in surprise, apparently surprised.
”Well done. Many elves can't define themselves so simply. But the short life span of human beings may be your advantage. It makes it easier for you to see yourself Three fingers of the long hair monster happily touched his chest, if there is, the hair.
”So you are the green stick?” Until now, Marcus only asked this question in a dubious way.
”Oh, of course, who else would I be? I'm sorry to lead you and Mr. Atticus here. I think many problems can be solved more simply here. Like a headache that bothers you. ”