The whole world trembled, the earth groaned, screamed, and howled, as if in the next moment the whole earth would collapse and collapse. So after the earth disintegrates, where will the people who were on the ground fall into? Are they going to fall all the way down to the ground? Or will it just hang in the air? Because you see, we stand on the earth, but the earth also restricts us, isn''t it? Because there is such a large area of land, it is so difficult to fly. If the earth disappears, or the boundary between heaven and earth becomes blurred, perhaps people can fly in the air like a bird without wings. But what''s the price of flying? Heaven and earth no longer, will everything in the world still exist? This kind of freedom, which breaks through everything, may not be freedom at all.
At least Lothar had this feeling after he confirmed that the space he was in was the reverse side of the coin under the ground. On this wasteland, if he looked up, he could see the endless dark abnormal sky in the sky. In the past, the count once asked the mage why the sky was blue instead of showing other colors. At that time, the cheese secretary gave the answer that the blue sky in their eyes was just the illusion caused by the exhaustion of human vision and the reflection of light. In fact, the sky is not blue, it is not any color. This answer once made Lothar feel that he was being deceived. If they didn''t know the real color of the sky, how could they claim to live under the sky? But now the count realized that it might be a good thing not to see the sky as it really was. Because the truth is always cruel, regardless of other people''s feelings, even bloody things can not be described.
It was not because the count was quiet and alone. On the contrary, the wasteland under his feet was tumbling, and that was due to the giant worm that came out of the root of the tree. In such chaos, even if better than Lothar can not stabilize his body, he can only be like a leaf involved in the tide of falling flowers, helpless to follow the waves of the earth floating. The loud noise that shook his internal organs, the pain caused by the collision, and the dizziness from the top to the bottom were indistinguishable. They should have caused a great impact on the cognitive state of the human body. But when they acted on Lothar at the same time, a kind of peace as if consciousness was isolated from the body came.
This kind of tranquility is also different from the near death experience or contemplation he has experienced. It is totally physical, not a certain mental state. Although not sure, the count estimated that this was a defensive measure taken by his body to prevent his brain from collapsing in these rapid and irregular changes, just like the Lord who shut the hungry people out of the city walls in the year of famine with heavy gates. They know that the problem is there, but they also know that they have no ability to solve it. So they have to choose to be deaf and blind.
Lothar is not such a Lord. If the year of famine comes, he will choose to stand with his people and seek a way to live. If he had not found such a way, he would have given up the privilege of nobility in the face of equal death. So he tried to break the peace. After he regained his vision and gradually regained his sense of touch, he was able to understand the situation. It was a war, or a battle, and it was reminiscent of the cavalry who charged at a heavily guarded castle alone with a lance. That disparity is absurd.
From the roots of the worm wriggled, its petal like head exposed dense spiral serrations, breathless low roar gushed out of the body as thick as a tower building, forming a substantial sound wave, stirring up the dust on the surface of the wasteland and the cold water in the river! So, what on earth can make the monsters beyond ordinary people''s imagination so angry?
"Drive!" The unique voice of the prairie people urging their mounts, accompanied by their signboard like shouts when they charge, flits past Lothar, who is crawling on the ground. The count, who had regained control of his body instinctively, looked up and saw a cavalry with colored braids on his head, a sheepskin jacket on his body, and a black chariot. The only exception is that the cavalry, which does not vibrate at all on the horse''s back, has no left arm or even left leg! In principle, such a physical disability caused by uneven body weight is absolutely impossible to ride a horse, but the person in front of him so majestically rushed to the worm in the distance. At the same time, Lothar noticed that there was more than that one.
Hundreds, thousands, and even more cavalry rushed from all directions of the wasteland. They were full of fighting spirit, as if the worm was their enemy for killing their wives and sons! In the same way, their limbs were basically disabled, and some of them even reached the level of wonder. The count watched a man with only a mandible passing by with a machete in his hand. The latter''s tongue, which was exposed to the outside, bounced excitedly, as if trying to make an impossible roar.
This is not the army of the living, this is the Legion of the dead. In a few seconds, the count was sure. Because if any one of them were alive, how could this scene of galloping horses be silent! The horses were galloping on the wasteland, their hooves were as soft as stepping on cotton, and their muscles were also showing strange appearance in running.
"Hey! You! What are you hesitating about? " A voice came from behind Lothar, and he turned to see a rider on a fine red horse with the most beautiful beard he had ever seen, and a hat made of unknown animal fur. The rider looked quite complete, at least at first glance, without apparent deformity. Lothar hesitated to respond. He didn''t know whether he was a dead man or something. But before he hesitated, the man continued to say, "I know we''re far away from home. But think of our results! If we have three more tribes, we can unify the whole northern grassland! Come on, my brother, we have to chargeBut after a few words, Lothar realized that he couldn''t really understand what the other side was saying. That''s probably because the language used by this man is different from that of the nomadic tribes around the grey lion he studied. Moreover, he realized that the man was not talking to himself. Because before he responded, the person who had just made a gentle gesture of encouragement became angry, as if he had been turned into anger after some kind of rejection. He drew out his machete from his waist and swung at the oblique front of the horse, as if to cut off the head of someone standing beside him. After that, the man, without looking at Lothar any more, charged toward the worm with his weapon.
He''s just repeating a piece of his life. Lothar got it. But what he didn''t understand was, where did these spirits come from, why they attacked the worm here and now, what stimulated them, and why he hadn''t seen any of them after walking in the wilderness for so long? No, maybe they''ve been here all the time. It suddenly occurred to Rosa that, with Helen''s character, she would not be so interested in a vast wilderness, and even left her father behind several times in the journey of the previous days. She could see what Lothar couldn''t see, maybe these knights.
"In the end, what''s going on?" Rosa murmured. He couldn''t get a clue now.
"No, you don''t know. It''s nothing." A familiar and strange voice answered him, guiding him to look at the river not far away. There, in the water wave, the figure of a half human fish was showing his upper body, and his eyes without pupil were smiling at him.
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