Dawn of the Grey Tower

It was a face-to-face meeting, but when Marcus and Atticus really sat in front of the elf elder, the gray hair did not mean to wake up at all. Even the stag he was leaning on didn't even open his eyes. The hand of the king is not a person who lacks patience, not to mention that he has long heard various rumors about the eccentric character of elves. In this respect, they are even more difficult than straight dwarves. Marcus glanced at his companion and glanced at the green staff with an inquiring glance, hoping that the Iron Knight could tell him what to do next.

Iron Knight also encountered this situation for the first time. But even so, he knew it was awkward to wake up the sleeping old elves at this time. Atticus looked around and looked at the two elves who had just stopped them. He saw that these two elves were looking at themselves with scornful eyes. It felt like they were chasing carrots hanging in front of him. donkey. This made the Cavaliers realize that perhaps Atwood was not deliberately negligent, but that they did not really understand the requirements of this meeting.

After a short period of thinking, the Grand Knight dismissed the impossible guesses, leaving only one choice that sounds ridiculous, but seems worth trying. He looked at Marcus. The fat nobleman was unhappy because he was sitting on the floor and soiled his pants. "Since Lord Atwood is not willing to see us sober, let's go find him in the dream."

"What are you talking about? Lord Knight, is your head okay?" Although he had seen wizards and werewolves, Marcus hadn't adapted to the world's things beyond his common sense. He froze for a few seconds after hearing Atticus's suggestion, and then exaggeratedly twisted the muscles on his face. The severe headache made him say very rude words without thinking much.

But the Iron Knight is not the kind of person who cares about the small section. Instead, he feels that Marcus, who is troubled by headaches, is more like a living person than a hypocritical oil painting figure than a noble pretending to be a pie. So he smiled and patted the latter's shoulder to make him relax. "Even if there is a problem in my head, it's not as serious as yours, my lord. Come on, some things haven't been tried and no one knows the result." At the end, Atticus untied the saber tied to his belt , He inserted the iron in the mud in front of him, in order to avoid the influence of the power of the witch hunt knife.

Seeing the grand knight lying down on the ground, Marcus sighed deeply. He felt that he had sighed more in recent days than in the past few years. Before the outbreak of the Rat-Man Plague, there was never anything that would make this man who had stolen the devil's wisdom scratch his head. But is it right? The king's hand looked up at the sky, the sunrise was completely away from the horizon, and the cold in the air was reduced a lot. "I hope I won't catch a cold. It's worthless to cure a headache but die from a cold."

The three people around the campfire were all lying down, and when their eyes were all closed, an incredible thing happened. A large number of birds flew out of Atwood's hair. These birds flew around the circular trajectory, making a pleasant cry, but the people surrounded by them could not hear any noise. Marcus only felt that his consciousness became more and more calm, the pain did not disappear, but he could no longer hurt his thoughts, which made him find a long-lost sleepiness. At this time, he no longer cares whether he can really heal the headache. Taking advantage of this opportunity to quickly sleep is what he really needs right now.

Consciousness, sinking into the boundless and serene darkness, is as comfortable as being wrapped in thick black velvet. I don't know how long it has passed. Time seems to be meaningless in this space. Marcus realized his existence again. But he was surprised to find that he did not have a physical body at this time, but only a luminous substance floating in the darkness. He believed that Marcus' light cluster looked around. He had no eyes, ears, vision and hearing, but this did not prevent him from observing in a more magical way. He saw many things in the dark, There are pictures and sounds, which makes him realize that it is not empty, but contains too many things, it looks dark.

When the hand of the king thought this way, the entire space was transformed, the colors that existed in the natural world began to emerge, and his surroundings became instantly colorful. The leaves and branches make up the ground, and under the gaps there can be seen a river of honey flowing over the white clouds. The sun with dragonfly wings and the moon with antlers chased and played above Marcus. A carriage-sized oak fruit rolled past him like a rolling stone, followed by a beetle in a noble costume chasing after him.

These absurd scenes did not make people feel scared; on the contrary, they even made Marcus feel at ease. He couldn't tell why, but he felt that his clear and tight mind had finally relaxed in such a world. A large group of dandelion seeds flew over, and a person let go of the hand holding the seed, and fell lightly from the sun. He had deer-like horns, and his bloated body was covered by long gray hair and beards, exposing only his limbs Three stout fingers.

"Welcome to here ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Marcus Taylor, welcome to the world of dreams." Atwood's voice uttered from the beard, he opened his palm to the visitor, and the seeds of the palm quickly germinated into A walking stick.

"Dream world? You said this is a dream?" Marcus expressed himself with consciousness, and although he didn't have a mouth, his voice came out of his body.

The green rod leaned on the cane and walked towards the light group, "Yes, it's not. This is not a simple dream, but what constitutes here is indeed from a dream. I don't know how to explain its existence to humans, so you just need to think of it as some kind of Just a dream that many people can enter together. "

Facing the close Atwood, the light group instinctively wants to stay away, but without hands and feet, it is impossible to move. At this time, the old elf had approached him, and he looked at Marcus with a sympathetic laugh, "Don't worry, imagine what you look like. It doesn't need to be too specific, just like the painter created a landscape he only saw on one side. Use impressions to describe that. "

Soon, many tentacles protruded from the light group. These tentacles were intertwined, woven into the skin and limbs, and a mushroom with short thick hands, feet, eyes and mouth appeared quickly. Marcus looked at his new body in surprise, obviously feeling incredible.

"It's a good job. Many elves can't define themselves so easily. But the short life span of humans may become your advantage. It makes it easier for you to see yourself." The three-finger hairy monster touched his chest happily , If there is, hair.

"So you are Lord Green Staff?" Until now, Marcus asked the question dubiously.

"Oh, of course, who else am I? Sorry to guide you and Mr. Atticus here, I think many problems can be solved more easily here. For example, the headache that bothers you."