Dawn of the Grey Tower

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A large gray hairball with antlers and three thumbs walked on the ground composed of branches and leaves with a mushroom man who looked as clumsy and weird as it looked. Occasionally, they will pass other creatures or pass some incredible landscape, and there are many of them who are interested in these two passers-by, such as when they walk through a huge cabbage field, one looks at least Crickets the size of a city wall once greeted them on their own initiative. The cricket was covered in a dark red cloak and wore a wreath of twenty flowers on its head. When it climbed over the cabbage, the shadow cast made Marcus mistake it for a giant dragon.

Fortunately, the gentleman with six legs did not have any malicious intentions. He took off the garland in front of Atwood and paid a tribute, reflecting the shadow of countless old elves in his compound eyes. Green Staff also showed a rare politeness to this cricket. He wobbled his fat body and bowed slightly to show respect. When the two said goodbye to the cabbage field, the elf who walked in front took the lead to explain, "He just wanted to ask if we got lost. After all, this road hasn't been walked by for many years, especially because of me. Dreaming old guy. "

"You mean, that cricket is just like us, a person?" Marcus of the mushroom form waved his arm awkwardly to supplement the surprise that this look could not show. He thought that the change of himself and the green stick was already exaggerated enough. No matter how weird in appearance, they still had vague humanoid limbs. But a huge cricket? This is beyond the imagination of the king's hand.

"Of course not, how do you have this idea? The image of the dream world is still quite subtle to the real world. If you have never experienced flying, then you will not grow wings." The old elf shrugged. , Replied.

"But that's a cricket. Does he still have six feet to fly in reality?" The Mushroom Man was even more puzzled. He frowned. If he still had eyebrows, he asked anxiously. The strange scenes here have made him crazy, and the external common sense accumulated as a human is gradually being broken.

"Oh," Atwood laughed for a while, and stopped this behavior before making Marcus more uneasy. He patted the other person's shoulder. "Although it is quite rude to mention someone's identity in reality here. Things. But it ’s okay to reveal a little bit. The gentleman we saw just now did have wings when you were awake. As for the two extra arms, the dragon always has time to adapt to this change, right? "

"Which ..." The king's hand opened his mouth wide, revealing the tongue twisted inside the mycelium, "You said he was a dragon!"

"Hush!" Green Staff put his thick fingers in front of his mouth and looked around, as if afraid that Marcus' voice would attract some attention. After a while, when the elf determined that there was no third pair of ears around, he said to the latter in a serious tone, "I remember I reminded you that it is better not to be loud. Even if it does not really threaten the reality of others. Life, but privacy is still uncomfortable, are you right? "

The Mushroom nodded and apologized for his move. And he also thought that if the Green Staff didn't lie to him, then this so-called dream world might be far greater than he thought. Know that even the dragons are willing to indulge in it must have its uniqueness. This also gave Marcus some confidence in curing his headache.

After that, the two went through many places and saw more incredible scenery. There are also some unique residents in these strange scenery. According to Green Staff, most of the dreams that have their own territory exist in the real world. They have fallen into a long sleep or simply abandoned their flesh and blood to leave their consciousness in the body. Here. This statement made Marcus unconsciously think of heaven or the kingdom of God described in many religions. The only difference is that he didn't see any signs of worship in the dream world, and it doesn't seem to belong to any **** residence here.

"How long do we have to go?" When the sun and the moon passed the head for the third time, the king's hand couldn't help but ask, he really appreciated the trip, but he hadn't forgotten the affairs of the outside world. Escape is not his favorite option. It is Marcus's style to bravely face and resolve the difficulties that lie ahead.

Atwood stopped, and in front of him was a tall dandelion lawn. The old elf turned to look at Marcus. "I've been waiting for you to ask this question. Now we are here." He said, lightly Lightly hitting the ground with a cane, the dandelions immediately detached from the foliage in a breeze and flew towards the two.

The white fluff obscured all the vision and waited for a large amount of dandelions to dissipate. Marcus was surprised to find that the front of the lawn should have turned into a dense forest, but it was just a forest. The branches of the trees pass through the vegetation on the ground and cross each other in front to cover the dense part. After seeing the forest, Green Staff nodded and turned to look at the peers and walked towards the forest first. Marcus didn't want to be separated from the guide here, so he quickly followed.

"Do you have any guesses about your headache?" This was the first time the old elf took the initiative to mention the purpose of this trip after entering the dream.

The King ’s hand was silent for a moment, “I ’m afraid I did n’t. The pain came suddenly and without warning. It seemed like a nail had penetrated my head, but to be clear that it had actually penetrated into that position. I ca n’t be sure. That feels really bad. "

"This is of course." Atwood said, "Because the cause of your headache is not from your body. And, to be precise, what troubles you is not a headache, you will treat it as a headache because you Limited knowledge can only make such an explanation. "

"But ... if what you say is true, what is tormenting me?" If he had heard the old elf before, Marcus would definitely not believe it. But the scenery on this road has made this jazz unable to tell what is true and what is false. He could only judge that Atwood didn't mean to harm him. In this case, the opponent's words could still be believed.

"Actually, I have been observing you along the way. I have some vague assumptions about your condition. But this matter is important ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I need to take you to visit the owner of this forest. He It is an expert in this respect. "The old elf said, raising his head and looking at the sky like an endless canopy." Are you right? Your Majesty. "

A shadow flashed between the branches, and the speed made people wonder whether it really existed. But soon, it jumped back and forth between the branches and leaves of the sky more and more frequently, and finally stopped on the branch about five meters high in front of the two. A humanoid stood up, most of its body was covered with leaves and could not see clearly. Marcus only remembered that this creature had a pair of eyes he had never seen before, that was not the eyes of any creature he knew. Just seeing these eyes, the king's hand felt an urge to bow down.

"If I am wrong, would you believe it?" The creature's voice came from a high place, like a male voice and a female voice. "Now that you have brought him in, it means that you know his crux. Why bother with me again. Or, are you afraid that I have forgotten you?"

Atwood laughed twice and knelt on one knee with his cane. "Jiushu greetings, I hope you don't mind." Then he stood up, facing Marcus, his hands spread out, "Humans from the Northern Kingdom Ah, please allow me to introduce to you, the most honorable existence in this dream world! He is before all dreams, after all dreams, he is the guardian of the night, the gatekeeper of the secret tunnel! He is my generation Teacher, the lord of all those who yearn for nature! He is, King Cui! "