Chapter 595 Nightmare

The western shore of Lake Burulus is now an active area for Saracen riding.

These black-skinned light cavalry, who come and go like the wind, are skilled with bows and horses, and many of them also possess spells unique to the tribesmen, giving them an advantage in small-scale battles.

Many border villages and towns that had surrendered to the Crusaders were attacked by these black gulams. Some lords who had not had time to evacuate died on the spot. With the help of falcons that could act as eyes and ears, these black gulams achieved great success in the confrontation between the scouts. an absolute advantage.

The main formation of the Saracen army is also constantly gathering. The camp opposite is getting more majestic and powerful day by day. On the other hand, the Crusaders have failed to come up with an effective counterattack.

The Grand Marshal of the Crusades, Lothar, seems to have disappeared. He has not appeared in public for quite some time. Privately, many people are rumoring that Duke Lothar has sneaked into the rear of the Saracens and performed an extermination campaign. The witchcraft of human nature has turned the entire city into a dead zone.

Fortunately, King Saladin's mage advisory group stepped forward and repelled him. It is said that Duke Lothar was now seriously injured and will not die soon.

The rumors could not be traced at all, and spread throughout the city as if overnight.

At first, the Crusaders naturally didn't believe it.

Duke Lothar's reputation for generosity and kindness has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Many Crusaders privately criticized the Duke for not being decisive enough in killing and using evil witchcraft to turn an entire city into a dead zone. This is not the Duke's fault at all. Behavioral style.

But after such a long time, Lothar did not show up, and the rumors became more and more intense.

Coors didn't take any special measures in this regard. Of course he knew where the rumors came from. He was very clear about Master Salman's secret connection with Adil, but this kind of rumors could only be revealed by Lothar in person after he woke up. It ends when you stand up.

If Lothar can't wake up

There's no need to worry about this if you can't wake up.

Kors glanced at Fringilla beside him. The blood magic power in her body, as powerful as the Doomsday volcano, had become more and more violent at this time.

Just as the crusaders were in turmoil, King Richard the Lionheart personally led dozens of cavalrymen and rushed out of the city. When they returned at night, each cavalryman had a string of black left ears tied on his saddle. .

There are also many strange paints or tattoos on those ears.

By rough count, there are at least three hundred of them!

The King of Albion, in the simplest and most direct way, declared to the Crusaders in Semanud City that even without Lothar, Richard could lead them to the final victory!

…

The dense forest is towering and the snow is falling.

Lothar stretched out her hand, took the snowflakes, watched them melt quickly under the heat of her palms, and wiped them on her body.

The world seems a little different.

But if I insist on saying it, I can’t explain why.

A month has passed since they left the dragon's nest. Both of them became very embarrassed. Their clothes were torn by branches, and the soles of their shoes were worn flat and wrapped in animal skins.

But this silver-covered land seems to never see the end. No matter how you walk, you can't reach the so-called Grand Duchy of Tver and the Dnieper River.

The further south you go, the thicker the snow and the colder the weather.

This is somewhat counter-intuitive, but Lothar did not jump to conclusions.

His half-dragon transformation cannot be maintained normally, but the previous gliding has lasted for a long time. Logically speaking, unless they took the wrong path, they should have reached the transit point of this trip long ago - but even Rognida The lady took them the wrong way, and he could tell by looking at the direction of the sun that they were indeed heading south.

If they keep going like this, they won't suddenly find out one day that the rolling Caucasus Mountains or the Black Sea are ahead of them, right?

Lothar took off the backpack, grabbed a handful of fluorescent plants from it and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he asked, "Are we not here yet?"

There were only a few fluorescent plants left in the baskets. Along the way, they had hunted a lot of prey to support themselves until now. However, as they went south, not only the human traces became rarer, but the birds and animals also seemed to have disappeared.

The whole world was eerily quiet.

"I don't know either…"

Miss Rogneda was a little confused. The world was very different from her understanding: "I thought I was lost, but I clearly remember coming here. We call it Horseshoe Bay. Look, from a distance Looking at it from a distance, does it look like a horse's hoof print?"

"But Horseshoe Bay is very close to our place."

Miss Rogneda tugged at her knotted hair anxiously: "Have we been wandering around here for a month?"

Lothar sighed lightly, and sure enough, he couldn't get out, which confirmed his previous guess.

This world is not real.

But how could he explain it?

You are actually just an afterimage in the dragon's dream. The real you is already dead?

"How about we go in the opposite direction..."

In the middle of her words, Lothar suddenly covered her mouth and nose. In shock, Lothar raised her finger to make a silencing gesture.

On the horizon, I saw a huge black shadow slowly swimming over, silently walking towards this side.

It was a slender black figure, a figure in the literal sense. It had no facial features and was completely black. Moreover, it was as insubstantial as a real shadow. It had a body as huge as a mountain and walked silently.

Its long legs stepped in front of Lothar, like a human head on two bamboo chopsticks, and it walked silently.

call--

"What the hell is that?"

Her heart was beating so fast that it was frightening.

"I don't know, maybe it's a nightmare."

Lothar's voice was solemn.

"You just wanted to say change direction, right?"

Rogneda nodded.

Lothar said: "No, keep going south. What we see now is normal, not necessarily real. Instead, the grotesque figure just now is more likely to be real."

Rogneda: "?"

Lothar did not continue to explain, but just said: "I'm just guessing, keep going."

Next, they continued to go south.

More and more strange creatures like thin ghosts were seen.

They are composed of various lines, and some are simply a group of twisted black curves. It is difficult to find their prototypes in reality.

I'm afraid that only the vague memories in the ghost dragon's dream can piece together such monsters.

They wandered unconsciously like patrolling. Lothar felt that with his own strength, he had no confidence in facing any of them, not to mention that there were so many of them.

"It may be more dangerous if you continue walking."

Lothar reminded: "If you choose to return now, at least you can return to a familiar place and live a normal life."

The truth is sometimes much more terrible than falsehood.

The Varangian girl shook her head. Her current physical strength is much stronger than many of her former tribesmen who were born with divine power and were regarded as blessed by Odin. This is the fundamental reason why she has persisted these days.

She said seriously: "I want to see what is wrong with this world."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lothar and said: "This is not normal, right?"

"Yeah."

Of course it is not normal.

Not only is the distance wrong.

These grotesque creatures are not in line with common sense at all. Even deformed demons such as water ghosts and inferior demons have their own growth laws. It can be seen that each organ has its function, but these weird creatures are not like that.

They are simply growing randomly.

The two did not dare to provoke these grotesques. They carefully took a detour. If they really couldn't get around, they would hide in the same place for a while and wait for the grotesques to leave before continuing to move forward.

These monsters didn't seem to be very aggressive. Once, a giant dragon-like monster with its head on its buttocks, like a child's graffiti, passed by Lothar and left quietly, just like the thin ghost they had encountered for the first time.

But even so, the two still didn't dare to be careless.