Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 440 Awakening to the Night (6)

At the same time, the rabbit Ryder brought a large group of monsters to the suburbs. Because this group of Warcraft army is really huge, the leopard guards on the side can only watch with a stunned look, not afraid to come forward to stop Ryder, and dare not attack the group of Warcraft.

Bedyville followed the team of Warcraft to check the situation and quickly catch up with the rabbit man in front of the team: "Ryder?! Why are you in this place, what have you done to these Warcraft?!"

Ryder did not pay attention to Bedieville, but continued to play the flute. He went to a suitable place on the outskirts, and immediately made a huge circle on the ground with the [Time and Space Ring - Edward Lalot] in his hand. The circle is instantly formed and turned into a black subspace entrance.

Ryder played the Hamelon flute again, and the Warcraft walked in the circle along the guidance of the flute, all fell in, and never came up again.

It took about half an hour. After processing the remaining 800 games of Warcraft, the rabbit Ryder stopped and said to Bediville in a hoarse voice: "Who is Ryder? You admit the wrong person. "

"Ryder" made Bedieville a while.

"So, goodbye, sir. I happened to pass by and let you pick up your life. It’s a great celebration." The rabbit boy squatted and jumped into the circle. The entrance to the subspace immediately closed and everything disappeared. It’s like never seen before, just like it’s never happened.

The wound in Bediville told him that all this is unquestionable truth.

Regardless of how many festivals there have been, Ryder forgives Bedieville? Otherwise, the rabbit will not take such a huge risk to help the werewolf teenagers - when Bediville needs the most help.

The big clock in the city of Athens rings and has passed at 12 o'clock in the evening. This [Vietnamese Festival] full of turmoil and frenzy finally passed.

This festival, people are not happy.

Athens was smashed by the army of monsters, and many people died, destroying many buildings and shrouded in a cloud of mist.

However, witnessing their [Sotnes] shows great power, the leopard people comfort themselves, there is still a hope in this desperation.

Religion, miracles, myths, legends. These things were originally created by humans in dark days to inspire themselves, vain and superstitious things.

After knowing the principle of photon, human society no longer believes in these superstitious things, but treats magic and miracles in a more scientific way. Their hearts have lost their fear of mystery.

Therefore, human beings have entered an era without gods, and the soul is empty.

As a result, people’s hearts are degraded, life is extravagant, smashing, not enterprising, greedy to enjoy –

They are in the light, but what they see in the eyes is [the darkness of the hustle and bustle].

The orcs are the opposite. They are in the dark, and they see the light of the stars at the end of the sky. It is precisely because the dark areas are so dark and boundless that they need God, need faith, and need spiritual trust.

Their trust will occasionally be answered by Kama (destiny), and Kama gives these orcs what is [the light in the dark] - [Sotnes] -

From a strange point of view, the Hungarian people are even happier than humans.

late at night. Inside a log cabin on the prairie.

A voice awakened the little boy.

Arthur got up from the bed, and he looked at the woods outside the window, a burst of glory -

In the dark night, on the dark branches, there is a beautiful white bird.

She looked at the six-year-old boy with her green alum, and seemed to be telling Arthur what.

"Yaya Yaya Arthur sorrow and sorrow -"

"Hurry up, wake up, wake up, wake up and come and come!" One voice complained in the child's mind.

"Who are you?" Arthur groaned his head in annoyance and whispered, "Why are you coming to disturb my life!"

"I obviously can live happily -"

auzw.com"Arthur?" Hearing the abnormal noise in the middle of the night, the mother came in from the outside of the room and looked at her son's condition: "What's the matter, do you have a nightmare?"

"No, no." The little boy promised his mother and lay back on the bed.

"Okay, sleep. Let's go camping tomorrow." Iglian comforted the restless son and covered the quilt for the child.

The "mother" boy asked in a low voice.

"Well?" The mother promised softly.

The child took a sigh of relief and asked in a war: "I have always been so happy, is there really no problem?"

He is often afraid of everyday life. Life with my parents is so happy and happy, just like doing a dream.

The more you do such a sweet dream, the more fear you fear that this dream will one day wake up.

Once he woke up, he would break into some terrible [real], and the cruel reality would once again devour Arthur.

The little boy’s eyes rolled away from tears, and he just didn’t want to be separated from his parents. Such a happy dream, that is, using all his life to change it for a second of continuation, he will be grateful to Dade, nodded.

He just wants to be happy.

Iglian looked at her son with pity, she seemed to feel vaguely.

The woman glared at her son and said softly: "Arthur, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, my mother will stay with you and will protect you forever."

Iglian gently sang a lullaby:"

Ah - the stars in the sky -

Why are you picking up your eyes and picking up your eyes?

It is to find the hope of flashing, the bright light.

The light shines on the earth, and the light of God is whispering,

If there is hope, there will be a moment of seeing the darkness.

Ah - wandering travellers,

Why are you looking around and looking around?

It is to remember the moving touch of your life.

You stand on the ground and travel all over the world.

If you have the courage, there will be a moment to find the light -

"

After a song, Arthur gradually fell asleep.

Iglian looked at his son's round face, which was slightly quiet and handsome in his sleep, and pampered the quilt for the child.

Then she looked back at the white bird in the distant tree outside the window.

The white bird still stands still on the branch, her green eyes and Eglian's black eyes look at each other, sparking a hostile spark.

"Come on!" the woman warned. "Nobody wants to steal my baby from me!"

As if I felt the unstoppable obsession of Iglian, the white bird finally flew away from the place.

Igleian was relieved. She never loses Arthur anymore - in order to keep her baby son, a woman's obsession can be terrible.