Hey, King!

2021-06-17

Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Strange Dreams
When it was time to sleep, Tormund removed his prosthesis, Flip over to the inside of the bed on one side, and then laboriously pull the blanket over and wrap it tightly around you. Although he has been injured for more than a hundred years, he still does not want his wife to see his broken parts.

Can Corona not know what her husband is thinking? Whenever this time, she would silently look away, or find a reason to go to another room to do some work first, and then come in after the thumping sound of the bedroom is over. It's just that today, she doesn't have to deliberately find something to do, but she does.

"He's asleep, still holding the tomahawk you bought him." Corona said with an uncontrollable smile. "Dagon's drool dripped down and dripped down the beard on the battle axe. He also kicked the blanket, the handle of the axe between his legs, like . . . like a bear lizard on a stalagmite."

"Then he really likes the head-hunting axe, so I can rest assured."

"Hey, is it dangerous for him to sleep with the axe?"

Tomon After thinking for a while, De stretched his arm from the blanket and sent his wife: "Go and see, is his head on the side of the hammer or the axe?"

Corona tilted her head and thought for a while, Like the side of the hammer. But she was not at ease, so she quietly went over to take a look, and then slipped back on tiptoe. "I was holding the hammer, and I almost gnawed on it."

"Then it's all right, go to sleep." Tormund touched his chest, then wrapped the blanket tightly again. "He stays with the weapon every day, his body has adapted and he will avoid danger by himself. You don't have to worry about it, he can get familiar with his weapon faster by doing this."

"You really are too. , give him such a powerful guy. I thought it would be a Mace or a Warhammer."

"He deserves a real weapon." Tormund thought for a while, thinking that he should give his wife earlier. It's better to say hello and be a little mentally prepared: "I heard that there are dreadclaw monsters in the outer tunnel, and there may be a phenomenon of colonization. I am afraid that ordinary hunting weapons will suffer from dreadclaw monsters. Besides, Dagon's martial arts are good. , there is no problem with mastering complex functional weapons."

"I never worry about his martial skill. On the one hand, he is very good at learning, and on the other hand, you teach it well." Corona got into the blanket and talked with The husband lay side by side, and the two looked at the empty roof together. "Finally raising him for the Great Accomplishment year, it's really not easy!"

"It's not easy, but Dagon is actually very obedient. I think he is much better at discipline than other bastards. Okay, let's go to bed now, and I'll prepare clothes for him tomorrow. By the way, have you prepared food for him on the road?"

"I've already pressed the pancakes, and I'll bring yours The armor has been repaired. Heavy armor is not allowed on an adult ceremony, and there is no danger, the armor is enough."

"It is enough. Go to sleep." Tormund closed his eyes, The husband and wife invariably imagined Dagon's handsome appearance as an elite hunting team, and fell asleep peacefully with satisfied smiles.

Bang. In another room, Dagon rolled over with his head axe in his arms. He hasn't slept well at all, and is currently haunted by nightmares. Judging from the trembling muscles, the frowning brows and the large and small beads of sweat, the situation in the dream is quite dangerous.

The dream from the very beginning seemed very strange: Dagon found himself naked in a strange place covered in thick gray smoke, with a line of sight of less than five meters, and Jiangu clansman was outside. Invisible darkness. He fanned the smoke with his hands, trying to see the tops of his feet, but couldn't do it anyway. From the analysis of the touch of the soles of the feet, it should be stepping on the sand, and the sand is warm, as if there is a heat source below.

"Why am I dreaming about this?" Dagon bent down, scratched at the sand under his feet, and froze. The sand in his hand was red and black, like blood as it ran down his fingers.

This strange phenomenon is obviously not a good sign. Dagon immediately thought of the situation where the mana manifested not long ago, deeply suspected that his monster bloodline was beginning to stir, and wanted to erode in his dream. This is never allowed! This must not happen! Especially when you're about to do an adult ceremony and join a hunting party, and you'll have the opportunity to improve your family's life right now!
"Oli protector, please protect my Jiangu soul!" Dagon immediately began to pray. He has not learned the knowledge of using mana, but he has heard others say that mana is related to dreams, and changes in dreams must not be underestimated.

In addition to the prayers, the serious priest Oli also needs to combine the use of mana in the body, including the participation of spiritual power and Soul Power, in order to form an incantation spell. The content of what Dagon was talking about in the dream was correct, but lacking those unique techniques, it couldn't appear to be a real power at all. In fact, he also understands this, but reciting is better than not reciting, at least it can make him calm and brave.

The circumstances changed when he completed his third-time "Protection" prayer. A large fire suddenly rose, and the billowing red flames surrounded Dagon in a small circle. A silhouette pushed through the wall of fire with both hands and came to Dagon.

It was a tall man in earth-yellow linen robes—most humans have some height advantage over the Jiangu. He is old, a white full beard covers most of his face, and he can't tell his exact age just by looking at wrinkles and age spots. His white beard is braided according to the custom of the Jiangu people, and through the "mustard" formed by knotting and decoration, the 3rd-layer meaning of "pioneer, great, buried" can be read.

Although the beard is white, the human has short black hair and still looks shiny and youthful. Dagon noticed that his hands peeking out of his long sleeves were also young, but his feet in leather sandals and his calves peeking out from under his robes were old. Looking at the head from the feet, Dagon saw a strange smile through the man's white beard, and immediately raised his vigilance to the highest level.

"Get out of my dream! You're not welcome here!" Dagon clenched his fists, one after the other in front of his nose, ready for a hand-to-hand fight.

"This is my dream, not yours." The old man tilted his head slightly and looked up and down Dagon, as if he wanted to see his body through.

"Your voice...sounds familiar." Dagon searched his memory hard, but the familiarity didn't help him find the answer. "If it was your dream, why did you pull me in?"

"You broke in by yourself, and I don't deserve any credit here." The old man said, "I have been clean for more than fifty years. You should apologize for being interrupted like this."

Dagon looked left and right, the flames were raging and hot, and the sand under his feet was heating up. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bother you. Please tell me how to get out, okay?"

He didn't say soft words and put down his fist, a good warrior should always be on guard.

"I'm the only one here. No one has come in before, so I don't know how to let you out." The old man said, "Don't worry about it, I have no ill intentions towards you."

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"All monsters will not admit that they are malicious."

"Monster? I'm not a monster, I'm from Jiangu like you." The old man looked down at himself, then patted his head: "There's no mirror here, I've forgotten my form."

With a puff of smoke, the old man changed from a human to a Jiangu dwarf. He stroked his beard laughter, the sly expression still under his thick eyebrows.

Dagon is now convinced that he is dealing with a monster, a monster that excels at disguise and deception. Since it is a monster, it is an enemy that must be destroyed. Whether in the real world or in the dream space.

He clenched his fists and rubbed his steps forward, advancing in a fighting stance ready to fight. There are circles of fire around here. Just now, this monster pushed the flames in. Maybe he was also afraid of the fire, but he had a certain ability to control it. Besides, monsters love to deceive people. It said that this is its dream, is it really its?
The weapon master should be able to control his emotions, so that it can assist the battle rather than add to the chaos. Dagon wasn't perfect yet, but he didn't lack the knowledge, so he started experimenting in a dream.

"This is my dream, my spiritual home." He silently recited the same sentence as incantation. "Soul Power comes from the inside out, spiritual power comes from Ori. I'm my manager, I'm my own temperer."

The mana manifested again, he felt the sand under his feet Climb up your legs. The sand was warm, the same as his body temperature. After covering the torso, it advanced along the arms, and quickly condensed in his hands, turning into a long-handled battle axe.

"Headhunting axe?" Dagon was overjoyed, and he immediately recalled that he had this treasured weapon in his arms when he went to bed, and now it came to the dreamland to help! Immediately, Dagon was full of confidence and high fighting spirit.

The monster smiled disapprovingly, returned to the height of a human, and then reached out to fish in the fire. The flame also changed shape according to his mind, and a long-handled machete with flames all over his body became his weapon.

"Anyway, I want to teach something. If you don't want to hear anything, don't want to believe it, and choose to fight, then do it." The monster said: "If the Jiangu clan can't defeat me, Then you can only use the other set of so-called monsters. So, my Dagon, fight for your life."

The flame knife chopped down at an incredible speed, and Dagon raised with the fastest speed. upwards , but still a step slower. He saw the headhunter turning into sand again in his hand, and flying away toward the sky; he saw the red light of flame flashing between the two eyes, and then the sky swirled.

With a thud, he fell out of bed with the head hunting axe and woke up on the stone floor.

It turned out to be a dream! Dagon rubbed his head and looked at his body, nothing happened. There was no sign of mana on the bed or the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Mother's question came from the next room. Dagon hurriedly said: "I'm fine, I tripped over the head hunting axe and fell off accidentally. I'll go back to sleep now!"

"Don't get too excited, the day after tomorrow will be adult ceremony, not Tomorrow."

"Okay, I'm not excited." Dagon crawled back into bed, eyes wide open, a little afraid to sleep, what if he dreamed of that weird person again? He didn't dare to talk to his parents about the manifestation of power and the monster bloodline. At this time, he could only hold the first hunting axe tightly and stare at the darkness, even if there was nothing in it.

(end of this chapter)