Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Dream and reality are two very different worlds.

In most cases, their boundaries are as clear as ice and fire.

With the exception of some mentally abnormal or secret life, few people confuse dreams with this world.

But this is not absolute.

Just as everything has special circumstances, when certain conditions are met, dreams and reality will begin to blend.

The two worlds will begin to merge, and certain avatars that exist only in dreams will be released into reality, the perception of life will be distorted, and the world in their eyes will change dramatically.

More gorgeous, more psychedelic, and more dangerous.

There are not only beautiful things in the dream, but also dangerous, indescribable monsters.

That is the product of a nightmare.

"what!"

In one of the snowy villages in Nievolheim, a wailing cry broke the tranquility of the night.

The roar was full of fear, as if someone had seen the most terrifying creature in the world.

Frankly speaking, in the country derived from the world tree, Nievolheim is not a place to live.

The temperature here is around minus 30 degrees all the year round, just like Yodenheim, a world surrounded by snow and ice.

Its environment is slightly better than that of Jotunheim, but apart from the barbarians and mountain people in the nine kingdoms, few people choose to live here.

"boom"

The torch covered with grease was lit and illuminated the village in the night.

Under the arch guards of a dozen wilderness hunters carrying weapons and horned helmets, the elders in this mountain village kicked a closed door with ugly faces.

Soon there was a strong and strong villager, but the fearful villagers rushed into the house and dragged the woman who kept roaring.

"She's crazy..."

Beside the village chief, a priest wearing a hood and painted with rune runes on his face carefully examined the woman who was crushed to the ground by several people.

Her face was twisted, visible to the naked eye, she had fallen into some kind of horrible shadow.

But the strange thing is that even if it has been terrified to the extreme, even normal thinking and will can not be maintained.

But the woman closed her eyes tightly before making a roar.

She seemed to be still asleep, and she couldn't be awakened in a nightmare.

"Snapped"

Wearing a fur coat, covered with various bone decorations, the village head with big bald head waved his hand and slapped it on the cheek of the roaring lunatic.

The slap was heavy, and the cheeky woman's cheeks were swollen.

But still failed to wake her.

"She encountered terrible things in her dream, and she has fallen into a nightmare."

In the light of the torches beating in the surrounding cold night, the young rune wizard whispered to the dignified village chief:

"This is the 11th..."

The village chief glanced at the mad woman. He waved his hand, and soon someone tied the woman's mouth with a rope, preventing her from making that kind of creepy scream.

She was dragged to the edge of the village by several people.

In the barn there was a dream lover as crazy as her.

"What the **** is going on? The wizard."

The head of the village said to the wizard who was brought in by his side:

"Is this a disease? A plague, or some kind of evil magic?"

"The plague of dreams has spread."

The young rune wizard pretended to say something.

He touched his waist pocket. After seeing what happened in this small mountain village with his own eyes, he felt that the payment he received this time was a bit hot.

On the border of this world tree, few rune wizards will pay attention to it.

Those really powerful spellcasters all enjoy life in a better world.

Only a second-rate caster like him who can't get along in a big city would be greedy for a little reward, and hurried to this backcountry.

But even so, this young wizard, who can only be regarded as a juggler in the eyes of a true rune wizard, is already an absolute "master" in a place like Nivolheim.

People living in this ice world are savage and foolish.

Their minds are ruled by superstition, they are stupid, and they are easy to cheat.

But until after seeing 11 people in this mountain village who went crazy in 2 days, the young wizard who was full of confidence realized that this time he was dealing with something that was not a small problem of ingesting herbs.

Although he was in a panic, as a liar, he had to show his confidence.

Once the truth is discovered by these mountain people, it is difficult for him to get out of this lonely mountain.

"Cough"

The young wizard coughed a few times. He turned his head and said to the village chief in a solemn voice:

"Counting this poor lady, those 11 people, where have they been in these days?"

The wizard increased his tone, and he asked:

"I mean, what they have in common before going crazy... their symptoms are the same, and I suspect that they are exposed to some mysterious power that they shouldn't."

The wizard gave a very vague explanation.

But this is far better than the blind guesses of a group of frightened fools and fools.

The village head, who was also very nervous, finally had a direction to look for. He shouted at the people around him in local dialect.

The best hunters in those villages whisper and whisper. After a few minutes, they are the most talkative and tell the village chief what they know.

The head of the village turned his head and said to the young wizard who worried in his eyes:

"Master, I have asked. These 11 people have all been in the forest before the onset..."

"Some people go hunting, some people pick raspberries, or simply hang out."

"Lin Zi?"

The wizard turned his head in surprise and looked at a forest in the distance.

It was a cold forest, and it was Nilfheim's iconic "landscape".

The icy frost covered those tall birch forests, and outlined a quiet mountain forest.

The wizard knew that these mountain people lived on the resources of these forests. This icy forest was rich enough to provide enough living supplies for dozens of large villages in Nievolheim.

Despite the foolish legends of the mountain people, great and scary creatures live in these forests.

But in fact, as an educated rune wizard, young people know that there are no dangerous mythical creatures in this mountain forest.

At the edge of Nievolheim is the entrance to the underworld, and even mythical creatures who have lost their minds will not live in this ghost place.

The most dangerous things in this mountain forest are nothing more than those hidden werewolves or beasts like Chimera. They dare not attack the strong mountain people alone, not to mention such things related to mysterious powers.. .

Certainly not made by those guys.

"Are there any taboos in the forest you often go to?"

The young wizard asked again.

The head of the village shook his head. He gestured with his fingers:

"There are no strong warriors in our village, so we will not go deep into the sacred mountain forest."

"But only those mountain treasures produced in the outer forest are enough for us to use. It is a gift from the mountain forest. We follow the guidance of our ancestors and dare not ask for it too greedily."

"And in the forests we often go to, there are not even wild boars, let alone dangers."

"But now!"

The rune wizard took out several rough small stones from his pocket, and there were blue spells on the surface of those small stones.

That's the low-level Rune Runestone, and the best magic item he can only make.

"We are going to see!"

The young wizard said to the village head and the strong mountain people:

"Choose the strongest people to go with me. These runes will protect you... We must find what is spreading this nightmare plague."

The young man rubbed his fingers. He was going to pretend to go around the forest and exaggerate the facts.

Bluff the foolish group of guys so that he can take the opportunity to get away.

But he was a little conscience.

Before leaving, he said seriously to the village head:

"Let your people prepare to migrate."

"No matter what happens in the forest, that's not something you can deal with...maybe this land will be shrouded in darkness, which may be a harbinger."

"In short, go to the big tribes that worship shaman priests, and the spirit of the ancestors will protect you."

The village chief's expression changed.

Eleven people who went mad within 2 days also terrified him.

As an elder in the village, he must consider for others in the village.

But he was a little hesitant. After all, his ancestors lived here. As the mountain people of Chongxin's ancestors, they just abandoned the ancestral land like this...

"what!"

Another cry of horror sounded in the village behind him.

It means that another person is going crazy in the dream.

It was like a drumstick hammering **** the soul. The village chief gritted his teeth. He no longer hesitated and turned back to the village.

The young wizard shivered. He glanced at the forest in the dark night. The cold wind blew the trees swaying in the ice mist, making a rustling sound, as if some kind of monster was grinding their teeth.

This made the young liar pee.

He wanted to leave now.

But the gaze of the mountain people around him stared at him like a thorn in his back.

If I knew it, I wouldn't take this job!

Dealing with these brutal and stubborn guys is like this, they spend money, you have to do something...

Although the mountain people are ignorant, they admit to death. They are not easy to deceive.

"Let's go too!"

He gritted his teeth, buckled a rune stone he bought at a high price, and walked into the forest with the mountain people who carried the torches.

They did not go far.

In fact, there is no need to go deep into the forest.

The wizard thought that the birthplace of the dream plague must be hard to find, but he was wrong.

After walking into the forest less than 2 kilometers, he found something very strange on a hillside.

Some vines.

Black, as if burned by fire, but with some dark red spell vines.

They protrude from the ground, as if they are the pioneers of existence, coveting the world outside the mountains and forests.

Around those vines, tall birch wood also seemed to be infected.

The frost on them has fallen away, as if burned by flames, the bark is peeling off, as if some kind of tree disease is spreading.

The wizard looked at the vines on the hillside. He felt that his spirit was being summoned by the vines, and there was a rumbling voice in his ears.

The sound is like a dream, not real.

"wake up!"

The liar wizard whipped his cane and hit the head of a dull mountain man walking towards the vines, forcibly awakening him.

In the gaze of the mountain people mixed with fear and daze, the wizard stepped forward.

He took the bone knife from his waist and cut the black vine that protruded out of the ground.

He carefully packed the black vines in his leather bag, then put his face down, with a tone of warning and intimidation.

Say to others:

"You have also seen that some forces are infecting this mountain forest. Go back quickly."

"Tell your elders, let him take you out of here as quickly as possible..."

"This is the first time I have seen these evil things. I will go back to the rune tower in Nievolheim and ask my mentor."

The liar wizard looked back at the deeper forest.

He had a feeling that the source of those nightmares that spread like the plague was not here, but in the deeper part of the forest.

But he did not dare to investigate.

He is self-aware of his strength.

As long as he handed this thing to the Rune Tower, his mission was completed, and naturally there are powerful rune wizards who will handle the trouble here.

This can be regarded as fulfilling the request of these mountain people in disguise.

The hunters ran out of the woodland at the fastest speed.

Outside the woodland, the entire village was gathered, and the village chief was talking to the villagers about migration.

On the other side of the mountain forest, the young wizard riding on a goat was rushing along the mountain road.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"what"

In the cold wind, the young liar wizard yawned greatly.

He felt an irresistible sleepiness strike.

The dream is calling him.

The dark red runes were also shining on the vines in his waist pockets.

In the darkness, in the deepest part of the mountain forest, between the horrible frozen mist, a dark red ancient tree entangled with vines was rooted under the cold earth.

It is like breathing, pouring its own power into the marginal world.

In the invisible night, shadows are rising, to cover the world.

The nightmares slowly creeped through that night, they smelled the smell of fear sentient beings emitted from their sleep, so they accelerated their pace.

They need to absorb more fear to develop a complete personalized will.

But they have escaped from the dream dimension...

There is also life here, and they will also dream...

The nightmare is about to be born...

Nothing can stop it.

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