From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 228 Dream Walk 【4K】

"Damn, why do I dream about men." Gray Moth cursed and looked around, but soon he realized something was wrong.

If it's a dream, I shouldn't be conscious. What's going on?
He pinched his own arm, but he didn't feel anything, so it seemed that he was indeed dreaming.

"I really saw a ghost." Gray Moth cursed secretly, and continued to observe the surrounding environment. This place seemed to be inside a house, with a light gauze curtain, filled with a pink atmosphere.

There are many glowing bubbles floating in the air around, like an urchin blowing bubbles in the room.

He walked up to the owner of the dream, who was lying on the bed with his legs crossed and his eyes narrowed, but he seemed to be unable to see the gray moth, humming a little tune to himself.

"Hey, can't you see me? I'm doing something." Gray Moth shook his hand in front of him, but found that the other party didn't respond at all. He tried to push the other party, but his hands went straight through.

Seeing this weird scene, Gray Moth felt a little nervous. For a while, all kinds of stories he had heard since childhood flashed through his mind one by one like a movie, and he panicked a lot.

Just when he was in a daze and didn't know what to do, the man on the bed suddenly sat up, and said with a rippling expression: "My dear, you are finally here. I have made you wait for so long, and I will definitely ask you later." nice."

Gray Moth was startled by the sudden show, he looked back and found a woman who was full of makeup and dressed in cool clothes and walked in. She twisted her waist and said with a coquettish smile, "Master, what do you say?" what."

This woman is really not beautiful, and her figure is also average. In the eyes of countless gray moths who have read women, this is the kind of thing that only exists in a place where a few dozen coppers can be spent for a night.

That pretentious voice almost made Gray Moth yue out the overnight meal the night before.

But that man seemed to have seen some fairy, his eyes gleamed like hungry wolves, he rushed up impatiently and began to gnaw.

The monkey looked anxious as if he had never seen a woman in his life.

Seeing the two making that sound while gnawing, Gray Moth had a look of chills on his face, and complained: "You kid is really not picky eaters, you can eat this, you only want this kind of stuff in your dreams, can you eat it?" Can't make a lot of money."

In a moment, the dog and man were gone.

Such a live broadcast was staged in front of him, but Gray Moth only felt disgusted, it made him feel like two pigs entangled, dirty eyes.

Gray Moth simply turned around and came out of sight, and began to grope around in the room. The place where the woman opened the door just now has now become a wall.

He groped for a while, but found that he couldn't find any switches or anything, and there was no movement after bumping it a few times. It seemed that he couldn't get out of this room.

"What the hell is going on!" Gray Moth was very annoyed, did he really want to watch this boy dreaming here?
In a fit of anger, a fluorescent bubble floated in front of his eyes, and Gray Moth was so annoyed that he slapped the bubble away.

The moment the bubble burst, a strange picture rushed into Gray Moth's mind, he was stunned, and couldn't help saying: "Kidney... deficiency?"

Gray Moth's eyes widened suddenly, and when he looked back, he found
"This? My dear, it seems that this is true." Gray Moth's eyes were weird, and he couldn't help but glance at the other party, good guy, relying on his sharp eyes.

"This...?" Gray Moth felt like she was going to petrify, the girl just now.

"This guy has failed too much. His dreams are all false, but how can there be such news in these bubbles? Could it be that these bubbles are all his memories?"

Gray Moth suddenly remembered the old man with the goatee. The other party seemed to have said at the time that as long as he agreed to do his walking, he could be a thief who stole invisible treasures. It seemed that he was talking about memory?
"Could it be, that's not a dream, is that real?" Gray Moth was inexplicably horrified, dream thief, darling, this is too awesome.

Excitedly rubbing his hands together, he thought about continuing to poke two air bubbles to see what secrets this brother with kidney deficiency still had.

But with so many bubbles, which one should I choose?
Just as she couldn't make up her mind, what the woman said next almost made Gray Moth burst out laughing: "It's okay."

"Tsk tsk, I can only comfort myself in my dream, not like me, my lord." Gray Moth took a look, and immediately showed an extremely confident smile.

Gray Moth, bursting with confidence, poked a few bubbles one after another, only to find that they were all trivial, which made his brain ache.

Just when he was about to continue poking, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his mind. The picture in front of him suddenly became like turbulent water waves began to ripple, and the picture began to become blurred. Finally, the picture was like a mirror in an instant. into thousands of fragments.

The scene in front of Gray Moth returned to darkness from this moment.

He tried to move his eyes, a faint light bloomed in the darkness, he tried his best to widen, the darkness in front of him finally gradually disappeared, and turned into a familiar picture - the prison cell.

He sat up, suddenly felt a pain in his mind, and his ears were buzzing, and it took him a while to recover.

Thinking back on everything that happened before, Gray Moth touched his face subconsciously, and found a layer of cold and hard thing, he gently peeled it off, and found that it was the mask from before.

Gray Moth kept looking over and over, not to mention how surprised he was, this mask didn't even have a hole, why could he see it just now?
"Baby, what the old man said is true, not a dream." Gray Moth remembered what happened just now, and immediately smiled, the corners of his mouth were almost cracked to the base of his ears.

He rubbed the mask in his hand fondly, it was such a big treasure.

"Hey, what are you doing, you didn't eat after sleeping all day?" A jailer noticed the abnormality of the gray moth, and stepped forward to scold him.

Only then did Gray Moth realize that it was getting dark outside, and the dinner brought over was cold, but how could he still be in the mood to eat at this time, looking at the mask with silly joy to himself.

The jailer frowned, and looked at him with his hands outstretched, smiling like a fool, the inexplicable and a little scary at night.

The jailer walked up to his companion, and said in a low voice: "This guy won't be locked up insane. Do you want to report to the prison chief? After all, this guy has a different status. If something happens in front of us, it's probably not good." Tell me."

"Yeah, it makes sense. I'll go to the prison governor tomorrow. It's serious to let this guy out early."

"exactly."

The conversation between the two fell into Gray Moth's ears, and he said thoughtfully: "It seems that they can't see this thing, hey, it's such a treasure, the future master can even steal memories. Who in the world can compare to me?"

Gray Moth thought happily, then fell asleep again holding the mask...

At the same time, far away in the Warcraft Mountains, the exploration team led by Calvin also encountered trouble.

This is the second time for them to enter the mountain. The first time they came in, because they were inexperienced, they didn't meet the shadows of the mountain people at all. They wandered around for a week before withdrawing to Bastille City to rest.

But this time they were much more prepared. They bought information about the habitat of the mountain people from a small vendor, and then went up the mountain non-stop, looking for the mountain people tribe.

This was already the fifth day they had entered the mountain. Along the way, they encountered three small tribes of mountain people, but they were all preempted by the slave hunting team in front, and the tribes were all empty.

"Brothers, be careful, it will be dark soon, don't be touched by anything." Calvin reminded while being alert to the movement around him.

The Warcraft Mountains are more dangerous at night than during the day. During this period of time, they have lost three people, all of whom were attacked by Warcraft at night.

Everyone is elite, heard the words did not make a sound, but silently raised their vigilance.

"We can't hurry at night, we have to find a place to camp, and we will continue to move tomorrow morning." Peter quickly walked to Cavin's side and said.

Calvin nodded. He really couldn't continue walking. He glanced at the surrounding environment and said, "Go up two more steps and find a suitable place to camp."

Dozens of people walked for a while, and the period was relatively peaceful, and they encountered a first-level monster, which was easily dealt with.

In the open space, everyone set up tents, set up simple traps around them, and after arranging security personnel, the team fell into a deep sleep.

If experienced old hunters enter the mountain, they usually sleep in the trees at night. It's not that they don't understand, it's because the enemies they face are monsters.

On the contrary, it is better to defend in the open space. After all, there are heavy soldiers around, and they are a pile of tin cans gathered together.

If they were on a tree, they would be easily attacked by monsters. On the tree, they basically had no room to resist.

It was very quiet at night, but they didn't know that their group was being watched.

In the early morning of the next day, just after dawn, Calvin led the team and prepared to set off. If nothing else happened, there should be a tribe of mountain people in front of them.

Sure enough, after walking for less than three hours, Calvin saw a little smoke in a ravine.

"My lord, there is indeed a tribe of mountain people in front of us. The scale is not large, with a population of about a few hundred, which is just right for us."

The scouts had already ascertained the situation below, and this was a very suitable target for them.

"Great, stay vigilant, we'll meet them when we go down." Calvin was overjoyed, damn it, he finally saw something alive after so long.

Just as they were looking for a way to go down, behind the hillside a hundred meters away from them, a large group of mountain people dressed in simple clothes and holding tattered weapons were watching their movements.

One of the smaller ones said anxiously: "Boss, they are going down, we can't wait any longer."

The one he called the leader was a strong man with a scar on his face. When he heard what his companion said, he couldn't wait any longer, and said in a low voice: "Prepare for bow hunting."

Twenty or so crudely made hunting bows were immediately lifted up. Not only were their bows crude, but even their arrows were made of various materials.

In the leader's hand was an iron tire bow, which should have been seized from the slave catchers. He put on an arrow made of iron, aimed at a soldier, shouted, and the arrow shot out in response.

The mountain hunters who received the signal also shot their arrows one after another.

The swiftly approaching arrows quickly enveloped the soldiers on the side, and there was a sound of "dingling clang", but none of the arrows caused any damage, and all of them were blocked by the plate armor under the linen robe.

"The enemy is attacking from the southeast, outflanking from the side, remember, try not to cause casualties without threatening your own safety, catch alive."

Calvin instantly recognized the direction of the enemy's sneak attack, made a few gestures, and the team immediately divided into two teams, one team held up their shields to press forward, and the other team circled around from the side.

Seeing the enemy pressing up quickly, the mountain people were stunned. They didn't expect that the opponent was unscathed when shot down by a round of arrows.

"Not good, they are not ordinary enemies, so retreat quickly." The leader's head was still bright, knowing that Kawen and the others were well equipped and had no idea of ​​giving away their heads, he immediately planned to retreat.

But it was too late at this time, the team led by Peter had already circled behind them, forming a state of double bread.

The leader of the mountain people immediately understood that the situation was over, he raised his arms and shouted: "Teyi warriors, fight with them and defend the tribe!"

The normal procedure should be that Calvin communicated with them first, and then used force, but the other party obviously didn't want to give him this face. Hundreds of mountain people rushed up with weapons.

Calvin and the others did not choose to use the [Rune War Knife], but instead used weapons that were not very lethal, such as long sticks and chains covered with iron at both ends.

Although the mountain people are physically strong and have some advantages in numbers, they are still far behind the well-equipped and well-trained elite regular army.

Soon they were knocked down one by one and then tied up.

The leader was a junior knight, who persisted for a little longer, but was quickly captured alive by Cavin. In just half an hour, more than 100 mountain people all became captives.

"Despicable, you hateful Tistans, let me go!" The leader was tightly bound by a few iron chains, but judging from his expression and tone, he was indeed against Calvin or the slave catchers. Hate to the extreme.

Calvin ordered the soldiers to be vigilant, squatted down in front of the leader and said, "Hello, my name is Calvin, we are not a slave hunting team, and we have no malice towards you. I think we can have a good talk."

"Hey, a bunch of despicable people, what are you talking about after they're all like this?"

"Uh, but, you guys did it first." Calvin spread his hands innocently, and the anger on the leader's face suddenly froze.

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(End of this chapter)