That's not a game

And by that time, the sacrifice held by Tianli will be completed.

"What about the sacrifice?"

Lin Xiaoge murmured to himself, sacrifice, if there is no sacrifice, what kind of sacrifice is there?

"Owner?"

On the side, Du Lin called Lin Xiaoge hesitantly.

But the latter slowly clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "This is a trap..."

Lin Xiaoge finally understood that this was a trap, and it was also a sacrifice, a sacrifice held by him, a sacrifice arranged by the law of heaven.

And the sacrifice is—Ying!

Her Royal Highness, the princess of the Kingdom of Karriya, was taken as a sacrifice by Tianli.

Lin Xiaoge took a deep breath, he didn't know if this sister who was sacrificed by Tianli was actually his very well-behaved sister who occasionally had a little jealousy in reality.But... this is a joint dungeon related to Sora and Ying.

The possibility of Ying being used as a sacrifice is very high.

Lin Xiaoge clenched his fists, he confronted Ying.To be honest, there is not much emotion.

Maybe it's because the time we spent together is too short, or maybe it's because of Ying's personality, Lin Xiaoge's feelings for this new sister are not very deep.

But, even if he doesn't have deep feelings, is he going to sit back and watch his sister become a ruthless sacrifice of heaven?

To be honest, Lin Xiaoge is unlikely to be able to do such a thing.

Because he was treated in cold blood before, he didn't want to treat others in cold blood.

Because he once knew in "The Chapter of Fengshen" that saving is not just about giving, but also getting sufficient rewards, so he will not refuse to save others.

Because Ying is someone he already knew and had been bound to for a long time, and now the other party is even his sister.

At this moment, Lin Xiaoge understood why the most suitable identity for him would be the general of the Kingdom of Kanria.

As the great general of the Kingdom of Kanria, as Ying's elder brother, and as a poet who has experienced "Fengshen Chapter", to save Her Royal Highness Ying, it is a matter of course, and he will not refuse things.

"His Royal Highness, please wait a moment, the subordinates will come to rescue you immediately."

Lin Xiaoge said seriously, the next moment, he used his skills.

[Using skills—disguise LV3, pretending to Tianli that he did not participate in this sacrifice.The number of remaining uses of this copy of this skill at this stage: 1. 】

[Using skills—disguise LV3, pretending to Tianli that he did not participate in this sacrifice.The number of remaining uses of this copy of this skill at this stage: 0. 】

"Let me have a try, whether the disguise of a mortal can deceive the so-called law of heaven."

Lin Xiaoge took one last look at the sky, took Du Lin's little hand, and led Xiaohong, and walked slowly towards the altar on the top of the mountain.

……

Chapter 110 Wendy: Poet, you and I meet each other, but we haven't seen each other

"This is the fifth level? Is it also the last level?"

Kong looked around and murmured.

They fell from the top of the tower, drifted down slowly along the air current, and came here.

But when they came here, they were a little confused.

Because there is nothing here, there is only an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Countless flowers cover this space, as if flowers cover the earth, filling the world with the fragrance of flowers.

All this is really beautiful, as beautiful as a dream.

But it was also because of this that Sora and the others were puzzled.

Why is the fifth level an endless sea of ​​flowers?

Sa——

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, blowing countless petals.

At this moment, Kong and the others realized that there was a path paved with cobblestones under their feet.

Looking forward along this path, they saw a big tree at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

On the tree, there seemed to be white birds standing on the branches, combing their feathers quietly.

Under the tree, there seemed to be a white-haired young poet sitting there, holding an organ, and seemed to be playing something.

Beside him, there is also a white wolf, lying quietly beside the young poet, enjoying the most melodious poems of the young poet in the world.

"That's the poet? He's still alive."

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged president couldn't help being so shocked.

Sora swallowed unconsciously, if the poet was still alive.So... is his elder brother still the poet?

Several people looked at each other, without further hesitation, they walked slowly towards the big tree at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

If they want to know whether the poet under the tree is really the poet they used to be, they only need to go under the big tree to find out.

And not long after a few people stepped on the cobblestone path towards the big tree, at the place where they came down, a young man floated down here slowly in the breeze, looking at it with some doubts.

"This is... the bottom of the tower of Sister Dekarabian. However, it doesn't seem right, all this is so familiar."

Wendy glanced around suspiciously, wanting to see why the sea of ​​flowers gave him such a sense of familiarity.

So, inevitably, his eyes inevitably glanced at the big tree at the end of the sea of ​​flowers, and the young poet playing the piano under the big tree.

At this moment, all the flowers are in full bloom, the warm wind is blowing, blowing countless petals, the birds are singing, and the warm sunshine is falling on this world, making the whole world happy.

There were tears in Wendy's eyes.

However, he smiled unconsciously.

"It turns out that this fifth level is the dream I have had every night for thousands of years? A poet."

Since the day he started waiting, he has been dreaming of this dream every night.

In the dream, he met the poet, and thereafter, the earth was covered with flowers, the warm wind was blowing on their cheeks, the birds were singing, and the warm sunshine was shining on the world. The whole world was happy for their meeting stand up.

The secret realm is formed by a series of abstract things such as will, stories, and legends.

Wendy's thousands of dreams for thousands of years have now become a part of this secret realm, creating such a beautiful world.

"poet……"

Wendy looked at the white-haired poet playing the organ under the tree, and whispered unconsciously.

His eyes looked very nostalgic, but also a little helpless.

Because he knows that all this is just his dream.

The poet under the tree is not a real poet either.

But even so, he... is willing to drown in this dream.

For everything in front of him, he has waited for thousands of years.

When the white-haired poet appeared, his eyes could no longer accommodate anyone else.

Even though he knew that everything in front of him was false, he still flew towards the other party recklessly.

So, in just an instant, Wendy flew over the heads of the four of them, and flew under the big tree like a happy elf.

He fell gently from the sky, stepped on the grass, quietly looked at the white-haired poet under the big tree, and smiled softly.

"Long time no see, poet."

"Yeah, long time no see, Wendy."

The white-haired poet raised his head, revealing a face exactly like Wendy's, and a gentle smile that seemed unchanged for thousands of years.

At this moment, Wendy finally couldn't bear the surging emotions in her heart, and threw herself into the arms of the poet in front of her like a wind elf thousands of years ago.

"Poet...I've been waiting for you for a long time, poet! Why did you leave for thousands of years? I almost forgot about you."

The boy threw himself into the arms of the poet, weeping like a child.

But yes, in front of the poet, he has always been a child.

The white-haired poet gently stroked Wendy's hair, his voice was as gentle as Wendy remembered.

"Sorry for lying to you for so long, my friend."

"No...it's okay, I forgive you, poet."

Wendy lay in the poet's arms, clutching the other's skirt tightly, and said so.

The white-haired poet smiled helplessly, gently stroked the little head of the boy in his arms, and said softly, "My friend, do you still remember the poems I taught you?"

"Remember, I have sung it every day for thousands of years, and I will never forget it."

"Then... can you sing it to me? Because I've already forgotten a little bit."

"Is it like you taught me thousands of years ago?"

"Um……"

Wendy wiped away her tears and smiled softly, "I really can't do anything about you, then you have to listen carefully. This is the first poem I taught you——"Flying Birds and Fishes."

"The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death."

"It's rather——I have become your appearance, and I have walked the world for thousands of years, but I have never seen you."

"The farthest distance in the world is not a poet that birds cannot catch up with."

"It's - you brutally cut off the connection between you and me, and let me be free, no longer your wings."

"The farthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you but cannot meet you."

"It's rather——when you fell with the lonely king, I couldn't hold your hand tightly, and I could only watch you leave."

"The longest distance in the world……"

Wendy was still playing, and while he was playing, the warm wind blew, blowing countless petals.

These petals transformed from Wendy's dreams and memories, under Wendy's poems, gradually turned into the most profound pictures in Wendy's memory one after another, presented in the space of this endless sea of ​​flowers.

In the distance, Sora and the others watched all this with dull eyes.

The scene of the two meeting for the first time, the scene of the poet teaching poetry, the scene of looking for feathers, the scene of becoming the poet's wings...

Until the end, the wind elf watched the young poet stab his stomach with a sword, and fell to the bottom of the tower together with the lonely king.

The wind elf couldn't hold the poet's hand tightly, and could only watch the poet's blood dripping on its crown.

At this moment, the new king ascended the throne.

"I am Barbatos, I will let the wind lead me and protect Mond forever."

People cheered for the appearance of the new king, but they didn't notice that the figure of the new king was so lonely.

In the distance, Sora and the others watched all this with dull eyes.

So, is this the reason why the wind god Barbatos abandoned his position?

In order to reunite...

Chapter 110 Nine, my friend, it's time to wake up from the dream.

"You have completed the secret realm - "The Wind God Barbatos Abandoning the God's Throne", is it settled?"

Kong looked at the reminder in front of him, his eyes only stayed for a moment, and then he unconsciously fell under the big tree.

There, the young poet played the organ in his hand and sang beautiful poems.

And under the tree, the white-haired poet was lying on the trunk, stroking the hair of the white wolf beside him, squinting his eyes slightly, listening to his friend's poems.

Countless petals flutter in the wind, like a rain of flowers.

In the flower rain, the two poets who looked exactly the same, one was singing and the other was listening, just like thousands of years ago.

It's just that the singing and listening have been switched.

All of this is really beautiful, but it also makes Kong feel empty for a while.

Because he could feel that the poet under the tree was not a real poet.