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Chapter 595 Nightmare
The western shore of Lake Bruluce has now become an active area for Saracen rangers.

These black-skinned light cavalrymen came and went like the wind, were skilled in archery and horsemanship, and many of them also mastered magic spells unique to the tribesmen, giving them an advantage in small-scale battles.

Many border towns and villages that surrendered to the Crusaders suffered attacks from these Black Gurams. Some lords who did not have time to evacuate were killed on the spot. Relying on falcons that could serve as ears and eyes, these Black Gurams gained an absolute advantage in the confrontation between scouts.

The main camp of the Saracen army was also constantly gathering. The camp opposite was becoming more and more magnificent, and its momentum was growing stronger and stronger. On the other hand, the Crusaders were unable to launch an effective counterattack.

Lothar, the Grand Marshal of the Crusaders, seemed to have disappeared and had not made a public appearance for quite some time. Privately, many people were saying that Duke Lothar had sneaked into the rear of the Saracens and cast a genocidal spell, turning the entire city into a dead zone.

Fortunately, King Saladin's mage advisory group stepped forward and repelled them. It is said that Duke Lothar has been seriously injured and will not live long.

The rumor had no source and seemed to have spread throughout the city overnight.

At first, the Crusaders naturally did not 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. Using evil witchcraft to turn an entire city into a dead zone is not the Duke's style at all.

But after such a long time, Losa did not show up, and the rumors tended to intensify.

Kurs did not take any special measures. He certainly knew where the rumors came from. He was well aware of the collusion between Master Saman and Adil. However, this rumor could only be ended after Losa woke up and came forward personally.

If Lothar doesn't wake up
There is no need to worry about these things if you can't wake up.

Kurs glanced at Fringilla beside him. The blood magic power in her body, as powerful as the Doomsday Volcano, had become even more violent.

Just when the morale of the Crusaders was in turmoil, King Richard the Lionheart personally led dozens of his cavalry guards out of the city. When they returned at night, a string of black left ears strung together with a rope was tied to the saddle of each cavalryman.

There are many strange oil paintings or tattoos on those ears.

A rough count shows that there are at least three hundred of them!

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

...

The forests are towering and the snow is falling heavily.

Losa reached out his hand, took the snowflakes, watched them melt quickly under the heat of his palm, and rubbed them on his body.

The world seems to have become a little different.

But if I force myself to explain, I can't quite put my finger on it.

A month had passed since they left the Dragon's Nest, and both of them looked very disheveled, with their clothes torn by tree branches and the soles of their shoes worn flat and wrapped in animal skins.

But this land covered in silver seemed to have no end in sight, and no matter how far one walked, one could never 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 counterintuitive, but Losa did not jump to conclusions.

He couldn't maintain his half-dragon transformation normally, but the previous gliding had lasted for a long time. Logically, unless they took the wrong road, they should have reached the transfer point long ago. But even if Miss Rogneda took the wrong road, he could tell from the direction of the sun that they were indeed heading south.

If they continue like this, will they suddenly find one day that the rolling Caucasus Mountains or the Black Sea are ahead of them?
Losa took off the backpack, grabbed a handful of fluorescent plants from it and stuffed them into his mouth. While chewing, he asked, "Are we not there yet?"

There were only a few fluorescent plants left in the backpack. They had hunted a lot of prey along the way, which allowed them to survive until now. However, the further south they went, not only were there fewer human traces, but the birds and animals seemed to have disappeared.

The whole world was eerily quiet.

"I do not know either…"

Miss Rogneda was a little confused. This world was very different from her perception. "I thought I was lost, but I clearly remember being here before. We call this place Horseshoe Bay. Look, from a distance, doesn't it look like a horseshoe print?"

"But Horseshoe Bay is very close to us."

Miss Rogneda pulled her tangled hair anxiously. "Have we been walking around here all this month?"

Losa sighed softly. As expected, he couldn't get out, which confirmed his previous guess.

This world does not really exist.

But how could he explain it?

You are actually just a shadow in the dragon's dream, and the real you has been dead for a long time?

"Or we can go in the opposite direction..."

She was halfway through her words when Losa suddenly covered her mouth and nose. Just as she was surprised, Losa raised his finger as a gesture of silence.

I saw a huge black shadow slowly moving towards this side in the sky, silently.

It was a tall, thin black figure, a literal figure, without any features and completely black. Moreover, like a real shadow, it had no substance, with a body as huge as a mountain, yet it walked silently.

Its long legs, stepping in front of Losa, were like a human head supported on two bamboo chopsticks, and it walked silently.

call--

"What the hell is that?"

Her heart was beating frighteningly fast.

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

Losa's voice was solemn.

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

Rogneda nodded.

Losa said, "No, keep going south. What we see now is not necessarily real. On the contrary, the weird figure just now is more likely to be something real."

Rogneda: “?”

Losa did not continue to explain, but just said: "I am just guessing, keep going."

Next, they continued south.

More and more strange creatures like tall and thin ghosts are seen.

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

Perhaps only the vague memories in Guilong's dream could piece together such a monster.

They wandered around unconsciously as if on patrol. Lothar felt that with his own strength, he had no confidence in facing any one of them, let alone there were so many of them.

"It may become more dangerous if we continue walking."

Losa 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 scarier than a lie.

The Varangian girl shook her head. Her current physical fitness was much stronger than many of her former tribesmen who were born with supernatural powers and were considered to have been blessed by Odin. This was the fundamental reason that had kept her going these days.

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

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

"Ah."

This is certainly not normal.

It's not just the wrong distance.

These bizarre creatures are not in line with common sense at all. Even deformed monsters like water ghosts and inferior demons have their own growth patterns, and it can be seen that each organ has its function, but these strange creatures are not like that.

It just grows randomly.

The two men did not dare to provoke these monsters and took a careful detour. If they really couldn't get around, they would hide there for a while and wait for the monsters to leave before continuing on their way.

These monsters didn't seem to be very aggressive. Once, one that looked like a dragon but with its head on its butt, and looked like a child's graffiti, passed by Lothar and left quietly, just like the thin ghost figure he met for the first time.

But even so, the two still did not dare to be careless.

(End of this chapter)