Chapter 2600 Born in a Dream

Zheng Qing held the rune gun and walked carefully deep in the deserted forest.

The night was very dark, and the moonlight and starlight mixed together and fell, forming patches of mottled light and shadow in the forest. There was silence all around, no beasts roaring in the distance, no birds chirping in the trees, no insects humming in the bushes, even the leaves seemed to be frozen in the wind, making no rustling sound.

This depressing atmosphere made Zheng Qing unable to hold his breath, as if inhaling or exhaling slightly faster would alert some unknown existence deep in the forest.

The silence also made his senses extra sensitive.

Soon, his ears caught a deep and unfamiliar voice in the distance. Its accent was weird, as if it was not a human voice, but it also had a rhythm that was as ups and downs as a hymn.

Just hearing this voice made Zheng Qing feel vague and nervous, and gave him a conflicting emotion in his heart, like standing in front of the giant beast and wanting to escape, but he couldn't wait to take a look.

The evil-proofing talisman on his body didn't react at all, and the haha ​​beads on his wrist turned into thumb-sized little people, quickly shuttled between the surrounding bushes and his feet, and inquired about what was going on around him.

Soon, news came from a haha ​​bead.

Zheng Qing followed it to the edge of the forest. There were more than a dozen scaffoldings erected in the open space in the distance, but there were no falcons on the scaffoldings, but dead crows hanging there. They surround a pile of blue bonfires, evenly forming a large circle. There was a huge black goat's head in the bonfire - it was as big as a small elephant's head - its fur was completely preserved in the flames, the wound on the neck was cut very neatly, and the two eyes were Glittering, exuding a hot and red aura like charcoal fire.

In many magical rituals, goats symbolize sacrifice and magic.

In the open space between the bonfire and the scaffolding, a large group of wizards in tattered robes were twisting their bodies, dancing silently around the goat's head, and the blue firelight shone on their naked skin. , exuding a strange and twisted aura like the starry sky.

Zheng Qing immediately concluded that this was the legendary cultist and cult prayer ceremony.

The leader's face was hidden under a large hood, and he was also the most neatly dressed among the cultists. The low, unfamiliar voice that Zheng Qing heard before was made by him. Every time he moved, a long neigh between a donkey and a bull came from his chest, and the bonfire also jumped.

When he danced around the bonfire, a blue tongue of flame suddenly popped up from the bonfire, drawing a wizard in a tattered robe among the crowd into the fire.

Then the fire grew brighter.

And its admirers seemed to be frightened, twisting and jumping more and more violently. The blue firelight reflected on their faces, and it was difficult for Zheng Qing to describe whether the expression was joy, fear, or numbness.

There is a saying circulating in First University - the beauty of knowledge lies in making people confused - which is basically a comment on the difficulty of magic knowledge in college.

But at this moment, Zheng Qing felt really confused.

Not only because he could not understand the specific meaning of the dancing and roaring sounds of the cultists, but also because the scene in front of him was completely different from many black magic rituals he knew.

It is true that he has heard that the minds of cultists are not normal, but no matter how chaotic and twisted they are, it is difficult for him to accept this act of sacrificing his life to an inexplicable existence. In his impression, even those black magic rituals that worship flesh and blood sacrifice rarely directly sacrifice the most devout believers. Devotees are an extremely valuable resource to any existence.

The sacrifice in the glade did not stop for a moment because of the bewilderment of the onlookers.

Round after round.

Until there was no one behind the leading wizard, and all the cultists were engulfed by the bonfire. Then he stopped, rubbed his sore shoulders, raised his hand and waved to the sky, as if to say hello to someone.

The next second.

A huge claw with dripping slime broke through the clouds, fell into the bonfire, grabbed the huge goat head, and quickly returned into the dark night.

The sound of sticky chewing came from the sky, occasionally accompanied by one or two angry growls.

"It tastes terrible."

An indescribable harsh voice came from behind the clouds. Although he could not understand its words, Zheng Qing was surprised to find that he understood its meaning. To his surprise, he could hear a bit of depression in its tone. ?

"Pooh!"

A large ball of darkness fell from the sky and hit the forest heavily. Dots of blue flames burned in the darkness. At the same time, an angry voice fell with it: "...the flesh and blood of the cultists is too polluted, and it is not good for me." No good at all! ...What about those ogre tribes?"

"There are very few small tribes nearby that meet the requirements for hunting." The forest wizard raised his head and replied.

The clouds rolled for a moment, and finally condensed into a big blurry and distorted face.

"Then choose something else..." It overlooked the land with an indifferent expression, in stark contrast to the harsh voice: "We won't stay here for too long."

"Can anyone?" Its servant seemed a little surprised.

The big blurry face was silent for a moment, and finally answered: "Not a real wizard... who is there!"

It looked in the direction of Zheng Qing in shock and anger. Zheng Qing picked up a haha ​​bead that had just caught a corpse-eating beetle for him, and ran away into the distance. Behind him, in the open space, was the evil mage. At the same time, he turned his head and looked over, revealing a twitching face mixed with fear and joy under his hood.

Zheng Qing found that he recognized this face.

It belonged to his former magical biology teacher, Gan Ning.

"Who is there?!"

call!

Zheng Qing suddenly sat up from the bed, his heart beating wildly, and he was sweating.

Turning to look out the window.

It's still dark and the night is getting dark.

Reality spreads like a tide.

The thoughts that popped up in his mind were like dark rocks in the tide, appearing clear and abrupt - was the lucid dream just now another witness to a crime scene, or was it just a nightmare?

He wiped the cold sweat from his head, and the fatigue from the depths of his soul surged up again, quickly overwhelming the young wizard who had just woken up. In his daze, he touched the nightmare doll under the pillow in the dark, and no one's head was related to it. The body is separated.

"Not a nightmare."

He muttered - the four words "false alarm" are the best idioms in the world, a hundred times better than words such as refreshing, unparalleled, pleasing to the eye, perfect, etc. - the tension in his heart suddenly disappeared, and his head As soon as he fell down, Zheng Qing quickly fell into a deep sleep again.