Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Many places have their own unique funeral customs. The elves will put the dead on a boat made of reeds, and let the boat go down the Silver Stream, waiting for the body to sink somewhere and then nourish the river. Some dwarves The tribes will dig a long row of tombs in the rock, and the dead will rot naturally in them. Some tribes will throw the corpses into a large forge, and then give the forged weapons to the relatives of the dead. Souls will be attached to weapons to bless them, barbarians will use stones to build a grave for the dead, black skins even rumored to have the custom of cannibalism, they think eating is a way to make the dead become one with them forever.

Human funeral customs are more diverse. Due to the dry and cold climate in the north, corpses rot slowly, and it is easier to crawl out as zombies. Therefore, cremation is more common in the north, while in the hot and humid south, most of the dead will be presided over by the church. Underground burial, but in some port cities there is also the habit of sea burial. -- "Encyclopedia of Fei Nuo Continental Customs"

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Palos can no longer tell which is true and which is false. He very much hopes that what Evandel said is true. The scene in front of him is just a nightmare. Those who died at his hands were not innocent Templars, Evan Del didn't lie to him, use him, laugh at his stupidity and then abandon him. There is no real trial and massacre.

But if he wakes up and finds that all of this is true, and Avandel who came to save him is a fake, what should he do?

Evandel had already stood up and stretched out his hand to him: "Come on, the others are still suffering in their own nightmares, we have to find them quickly."

Palos still didn't believe it, but he still stretched out his hand, Evandel pulled him to stand up, and took him to the crack of the dream: "This is here, break it, and we can leave here. "

Palos did as he did, and this time he still chose to trust the mage, so what if he was deceived again?He has nothing left to lose.

The dream was shattered, and the mind control imposed on him by the Nightmare Lord also failed. Palos remembered everything before, and finally convinced that this was really just a nightmare. The excitement and joy in his heart at this moment cannot be described in words.

Palos grabbed Avondel's hand, saying that he didn't want to let go.

Evandel only thought he was frightened, and didn’t say much. Right now, it’s important to get down to business. After the nightmare of Palos was broken, they came to another dream. It looked like a forest here. It was almost dark, and there was fog around. Diffuse, the visibility is very low, and the roar of some wild animals can be faintly heard.

"This should be Alkai's nightmare." Evandel said, "He must be nearby, look for it quickly."

"Yeah." Palos agreed, but he didn't let go of the mage's hand. Evandel looked back at him, and didn't shake him off.

Slow down, slow down, it's not too late.

Together they searched the forest, where the dream world was limited in size, and it didn't take them long to find a young elf.

The elf was about the size of a seven or eight-year-old human child. He stumbled and walked in the forest, looking tired and weak. There was a slight movement around him. Called out: "Mom?"

Of course, there would be no response. What stuck out from the bushes was a giant wolf that was bigger and more terrifying than ordinary wolves, baring its teeth and pounced on the young elf.

Palos, who had just escaped from his nightmare, did not have a weapon in hand, but still rushed forward and slammed the wolf away. The giant wolf fell to the ground and turned over and stood up. When it was about to pounce on it again, Avondel silently sliced ​​it in half with a magical black blade.

The young elf stared at them with wide eyes in horror, Evandel knelt down in front of him, and helped the fallen elf up: "Alkai, don't be afraid, this is just a nightmare, look at me, you Do you know who I am?"

"Evandel..." Alkai actually recognized him, his young shoulders trembling, "I'm so hungry...I'm going to die here...I don't want to die, help me..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Evandel wiped the dirt and tears on his face, and said softly, "Even if I'm not here, you don't need to be afraid of anything, think about it, you can remember Wake up, you have grown up, you are the king of the forest, the forest is not scary to you at all, is it?"

"But why doesn't mom want me?" Alkai's voice was still full of tears, "She wants me to die...why?"

"That doesn't matter at all, what matters is that you survived, and you can live well without her." Evandel looked into his red eyes solemnly and said, "She gave you life, but as long as you are born Now, your life belongs to you. Even if she hates you, curses you, and abandons you, you can still live a good life and become a powerful ranger. It doesn’t matter whether she wants you or not, you Already grown up."

"...You are right, I have grown up." When Alkai stood up from the ground, the weak young elf just now had become the ranger they were familiar with. He asked in a normal voice, "what happened?"

"This is a nightmare created by the Nightmare Lord, and it will trigger the most terrifying memories in your heart." Evandel said, "As long as you think about it, it will be easy. We have to find the crack of this nightmare, and then we can leave here .”

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Phils was exhausted in the completely dark underground passage, but he couldn't get rid of the pursuers behind him no matter what. The assassins of "Blood Spider" were like a calm cat playing tricks on a mouse that had nowhere to escape. He always hangs at a distance where he can hear the sound but seems to be able to run away, laughing at him unscrupulously, talking about how to deal with him when he is caught.

Phils knew that he was close to the surface. He saw a faint light at the end of the passage. It was sunlight. It was dazzling but warm. As long as he escaped to the sunlight, those dark elves would not dare to catch up. They were afraid of the sun. Because the sun burns their skin and blinds their eyes.

Freedom and safety were close at hand, Phils quickened his pace and ran recklessly, but suddenly he stepped on the ground and fell down.

He didn't have time to think about why the big rift appeared here, he could only scream and fall continuously, the freedom that was close at hand could no longer be grasped, and he fell into a seemingly endless abyss in despair.

"Your dream is really exciting." Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

Phils, who was still falling, saw Avondel, Palos and Arkai, and his companions on the surface were also falling in the air like him, but Phils suddenly calmed down miraculously.

"Hold tight." Evandel stretched out his hand to him, and then used a levitation technique for himself. The four of them grabbed into a ball, and the falling momentum gradually slowed down. Finally, they floated like weightless soap bubbles. air.

"What's going on here?...No! I've been to the surface, and I've met you guys, and I've been to many places with you, and the 'Blood Spider' is finished, you did it!" Fiers said. Quickly remembered these things that I couldn't think of just now.

"Is the Nightmare Lord's power weakening, or are you too nervous?" Evandel murmured puzzled.

They ruined another nightmare, and in the next nightmare, rescued Daya from being surrounded by a swarm of giant spiders.

The last nightmare was a snowy field in the dark, with nothing around but a solitary animal skin tent, and a woman's feeble cries came from inside.

"This is...?" The barbarian girl Diaya stepped forward a few steps, and just approached the tent when she heard Geer's panicked and crying voice: "Mirya, please don't die, God Hey, what should I do...it doesn't matter which god or devil it is, who will save her? Anyone is fine, please...save her..."

Geer knelt on the cold ground with tears streaming down his face. He was one of the strongest warriors among the barbarians. Many enemies died in his hands. He was not afraid of anything, even death could not frighten him, but now his His wife and unborn child were slowly dying in front of him, but he had no choice but to stay by the side helplessly, watching Miriah's breathing become weaker and weaker.

"Geor!" Evandel opened the tent and pushed the tall barbarian girl forward, "Look at who this is?"

"Who are you?... No matter who you are, help me quickly, my wife is dying, save her!" The anxious Geer obviously didn't recognize them.

"Dad!" Diya grabbed his hand and said, "Dad, it's me, I'm your daughter Dia, my mother and I are fine, Evandel happened to pass by that day, he saved us, do you remember ?"

"I...you..." Geer was obviously stunned, looking at the grown-up girl in front of him, he couldn't say a word.

"You also took my name, do you remember why you gave me this name?"

"Name...Daiya?" Geer slapped himself on the forehead, "That's right! Your mother and I managed to raise you to such a big age, why did I forget it!"

"...What a stupid dad." Dia Ya rolled her eyes, turned around angrily, and secretly wiped the red corners of her eyes.

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They shattered the last nightmare, and finally returned to that desolate space. When they came back, they saw the body of the necromancer holding his own head in one hand, and drawing a complex magic circle with blood in the empty garden with the other hand. .

"...Do you think you can defeat my lord in this way? It's too late, you don't want to leave here alive today."

Evandel recognized the magic circle, and he exclaimed: "Stop it, do you know what you are doing?!"

The mage's tone made Alkai, Palos, and Geer realize that something was wrong, and rushed forward to stop Nick, but an invisible wall blocked them. In the center of the magic circle, Nick held his head in a sinister manner Sensei smiled: "I know, I also know that you all look down on a necromancer like me who has no talent or good luck, but even a crappy necromancer like me can drag you to hell. Okay Go ahead, this trick is called 'together to die together'."