Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter and Crowe are on a journey again.

There are many countries in this world, and people live in different city-states. Peter has seen the classical style of the Middle Ages or the Renaissance, and there are also technological crystallizations that are completely in line with modern society or even more advanced. He also saw the ancient oriental city that he had only seen in books and TV. The blue bricks and white tiles with high corners exuded a gentle and romantic style that he was not familiar with.

Likewise, like these disparate countries, there is much more than a single, uninteresting race of humans living in this world.Elegant and mysterious elves are sleeping in the forest shrouded in darkness. From time to time, there are traces of the broad and white wings of winged birds in the sky. In the sea, there are beautiful mermaids swimming by from the deep sea, with jewel-like sparkling spots on their tails. The deepest depths of the lightless sea flashed past.

This is an illusion that is too real, and every life that exists in it is so full that it seems to be living in the world, not an insignificant part of an illusion, not a thin figure artificially fabricated in an illusion.

If it was Zatanna or Constantine who fell into this dream, or even Shazam, who just joined the ranks of superheroes, should have seen the weirdness of this illusion by this time; or Chris had never been caught by the dream. When he was bored, Peter chose the "Illusion Structure Analysis" instead of the more interesting "Monster Illustrated Handbook" as an extra-curricular reading material, and he might be able to detect those unreasonable weirdness early.

In this dream where the logic is so tight that there are no flaws, and everyone has flesh and blood, laughing and cursing that it is too real, he caught the trace of a flaw that should not exist at all.

——This dream is too perfect, too perfect.

Anyone who has dreamed knows that the world in the dream can never reach this level of perfection, and mages who have built illusions also know that illusions must coexist with paradoxes and flaws.

Even the parallel worlds with stable structures that Peter has been to have some small malfunctions from time to time, not to mention an illusory dream that was born on the basis of fairy tales, and the logic was not very reasonable at the beginning.

It's a pity that Peter, who has only read a few basic knowledge about spells, knows nothing about it. He has never noticed these strange places at all. According to his own memory, he and Crowe have walked through the world's large and small countries in search of awakening the light. Treasures, help the weak in trouble, get new clues and get more props in one adventure after another - just like those old-fashioned adventure novels.

Passing through the dense forest, crossing the sea, sailing on the flying ship of the sky adventurers, and crashing on the back of the handsome mount Griffin of the Abyss Warrior.The dancer wearing gold and jade jewels in the treasure house of the Goddess of Money whirls and dances, her soft waist makes her look like a coquettish poisonous snake.Peter exchanged the fragrant roses given to him by the witch for a mysterious bottle from the Goddess of Money. A little goblin was imprisoned in the small glass bottle—the heroic knight who used to ride a giant dragon soaring across the world. When the dragon was old, he entered the palace of the Goddess of Money alone, and exchanged eternal imprisonment for the Nilin lost by his old friend.

Of course Peter knew that the little goblin imprisoned in the glass bottle had nothing to do with Chris, even though they had basically the same face, but when he saw the little guy lying on the glass with a longing face in the treasure house of the Goddess of Money. Looking at the outside world from the wall of the bottle, I still feel that my heart is like butter in a pot, which instantly turns into a hot ball full of sweet aroma.

The little goblin who left the glass bottle likes to pluck the feathers on Ah Xi's back and soar in the sky. He smiles happily, his eyes are bright and sparkling, just like how many years ago he was a knight flying in the sky with a dragon. Hold your head proudly through all storms and winds.

The long journey came to an end on a night when the stars disappeared and the moon was dim. The young elf Crowe got the potion to awaken the light. On his forehead was a crown woven by the elves living by the lake with singing and moonlight. A longbow forged by the Dwarves.

In front of them was the forest of dark elves, where there used to be bright moonlight shining even in the deepest night, and the low chirping of insects and soft singing of nightingales in the quietest night.However, everything is silent and dead at this time, and the blackness that can't reach your fingers paints those gentle and beautiful things with a layer of horror and treachery.

The branches slanted and formed weird arcs, without the guidance of light, they had to stretch out in all directions like octopuses; the grass on the ground was withered, and the exposed rocks were covered with a thick layer of cold hoarfrost, and occasionally there were knives. The cold wind passed by, mixed with fine snowflakes and breathless loneliness.

This is like the other side of the world, which is completely opposite to the fairy tale full of joy, happiness, warmth and light. It stands abruptly in the center of the world like an isolated island in the sea. In the vast darkness, there is only despair and loneliness.

Even just stepping in, the darkness is like a shark that smells blood and rushes forward one after another. The sound and light all disappear, disappearing without a trace.

In the darkness, the little fairy who had been lying on the back of the blue bird Ah Xi had a faint light on her body. Those lights were faintly but tenaciously lit up, illuminating the road ahead in the dark, and the road was covered with withered vegetation. The frost and snow melted into dewy clarity in this faint glow.

Ah Xi tried his best to flap his wings and fly forward. Every time his wings flapped, fragments of light would fall from the little fairy's body and dissipate in the darkness. Dots of phosphorescent light would shine from his transparent wings like sunlight. On the long golden hair, from the pair of eyes that are crystal clear like jewels, the hearts that are like crystal clear jewels fall down one after another.

As a result, the light that spread to the distance struggled to light up, like Ariadne's ball of wool in the fairy tale, leading Theseus through the unsolvable maze.

Peter was chasing behind the light that was gradually being swallowed by the darkness. He led Crowe with short legs and ran forward in big strides, stepping behind every ray of light that was being swallowed.

After the long flight, Ah Xi let out a weary cry, suddenly spread his wings and rushed forward, then fell from the sky suddenly.

The only light in the darkness disappeared like a shooting star, and the little goblin snuggled up to the soft down feathers of the bird, curled up and closed her eyes.

His transparent wings fell like ash, leaving bloody, painful scars on his back; his sun-bright golden glow dimmed to the somber gray of the pre-storm sky.

Everything fell into the darkness again, and Peter stepped on the last foot of the light and fell into the bottomless rabbit hole.

The rabbit hole with countless storybooks is in charge of the little rabbit Lilian. Lilian told Crowe the way to awaken the light, and also pointed out the way for them to go to the Dark Queen's Castle - a huge chessboard, where Peter and Crowe stood. On the opposite side of the white chess, the tall soldiers beside them were dressed in heavy black armor, standing in awe, waiting for the horn to start the game.

The brisk and high-pitched bagpipes blew the signal for the beginning of the war, and the chess pieces as tall as a man woke up from their deep sleep. In an instant, soldiers fought hand to hand, war horses neighed and weapons faced each other, and dust from broken boulders floated in the air.

Crowe wears a crown that symbolizes the black king, and Peter, who represents the chariot, dodges forward with an elf who has no combat power in his arms. In his hand is the long sword given to him by the prince. The sharp blade splits the white soldiers. The sturdy armor cut off the head of the galloping knight. He jumped up and down on the shattered stones of the white chess pieces, desperately protecting the little king in his arms, and rushed to the dim light at the end of the chessboard.

White's queen is on the last square of the board.The thick black veil blocked her face, with a shuddering solemnity and arrogance.

Only one of Peter and Crowe can pass the checkpoint guarded by her.One broke into the castle belonging to the Queen of the Night, and the other fell into the bottomless abyss where the chessboard was shattered.

Peter didn't hesitate - the protagonist of this story was Crowe. The brave and strong elf fell into the gate behind the white queen. Behind the gate was a calm lake, just as he saw at the end of the story.

Peter believed that Crowe would definitely wake up the light and free the world from the long dream.

—that would have been the case, if Crowe hadn't caught Peter's hand before falling through the door.

Because of fear, uneasiness, and the little bit of selfishness and instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages that a fairy tale protagonist shouldn't have, Crowe faced the endless terrifying and unknown at the end of the story, before the end and the end. In the darkness, following the deepest voice in his heart, he firmly grasped Peter's hand.

Black's king, black's chariot.

Wang Che changed position.

The chariot that had already decided to sacrifice slammed into the icy lake, and the calm lake shattered colorful colors, kneading the entire chessboard into a blurred black and white color.

The little king didn't even have time to say anything, and he was drawn into the crack of the chessboard together with those black and white intertwined colors.

The door was closed heavily, and Peter only had time to grab the crown that flew out of Crowe's hand. In the next second, he was submerged in the cold water of the lake, as if he was being pulled down by an invisible big hand, falling continuously. Until his back hit the cold and mottled ground, all the bones in his body groaned unbearably at that moment.

After the lake, the story that Chris didn't tell was not the castle that belonged to the Queen of the Night as Peter imagined.

There was light falling through the lake, the cold light without any temperature, illuminating the silent and desolate world around.

Under Peter's feet was a broken and mottled chessboard. The chess pieces were crumbling here and there, with dry yellow grass and twisted and weak dead trees growing in the gaps.When you look at the sky, you can see illusory and fuzzy phantoms in the cold and dead light, as if you saw a beautiful fairy tale in another world, all kinds of countries, people with flesh and blood, and mermaids singing silent songs in the sea , the white feathers of flying birds splashed and rippled in the light.

No sound, bright colors, like a funny and weird mime, like a weird dream.

Clutching the crown of the white queen in his hand, Peter turned around with a feeling in his heart - on the steps piled up with fragments of chess pieces, he saw the king of black chess in a fine attire.

In the ruins intertwined with black and white, the black chess king in a thick cloak propped his chin against the soft cushion of red velvet. The crown was crookedly worn on his long dark gray hair. The gemstones were bright but heavy. Makes people feel at a loss.

The crown and the throne, the intricate and beautiful carvings and the precious and bright gemstones, the bright light that complements each other seems to have turned into a cage and chains, trapping the king of black chess within the square inch of the chessboard.

He seemed to have been sitting here for countless years, unable to wake up but also difficult to fall asleep. He could only close his eyes tiredly to rest, sighing in a low voice and uttering uneasy ravings, being entangled and devoured by countless dreams.

Those dreams that forged this world, those dreams that weaved beautiful fairy tales, turned into thorns and pierced his flesh and blood, crowned with a painful crown, and climbed and grew above the lake along the direction of light.

The bright red blood dripped on the throne along the thorns, and flowed down from the throne along the stone steps, spreading a bloody red carpet on the black and white stone steps, winding wet and cold to Peter's feet.

The place where no pen is written is blank, and only there can the dream be awakened.

I'm already in a deep dream.

Wake me up, show me the way, don't let me sink in the dark.

It's Chris' blood.

This is Chris' dream.

The white queen's crown in Peter's hand hit the ground, and the jewels on the crown hit the ground with a crisp sound.

As if disturbed by this tiny voice, the Black Chess King frowned and his eyelashes trembled uneasily, struggling to wake up from the dream.

In an instant, the light through the lake dimmed.Those beautiful stories on the lake, those illusory dreams, and those flesh and blood characters disappeared suddenly like soap bubbles in the light.With the awakening of the black chess king's consciousness, the world under the lake is only left with darkness spreading silently.

The black chess king's eyes were dozing, and there was a faint light in the darkness.

As if in extreme pain and joy, pale and gentle raised a shallow arc at the corner of his lips.

I know you can do it.

Chris endured the dizziness and pain, allowing his body to fall from the high throne.

He knew Peter would catch him.

He awoke from his long dream.

In the dead and silent Eternal Night Kingdom, light came in.