When it was time to sleep, Tormond took off his prosthesis, turned one side of his body to the inside of the bed, and then pulled the blanket over with difficulty and wrapped it tightly around him. Although he had been injured for more than a hundred years, he still didn't want his wife to see his broken parts.

Can Corona not know what her husband thinks? At this time, she would always look away silently, or find a reason to go to another room to do some work first, and wait until the sound of the bedroom ended before coming in. But today, she doesn't have to find something to do, but it's really there.

"He was asleep and still held the long-handled battle axe you bought for him." Corona spoke with an uncontrollable smile. "Dagon's saliva flowed down and dripped on the battle axe along his beard. He also kicked the blanket, his legs clamped the axe handle, like... like a bear lizard on a stalagmites."

"Then he really likes hunting axe, I'm relieved."

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

Tormond thought for a while, stretched out his arm from the blanket and sent his wife: "Go and see, is his head pressed against the hammer or the axe?"

Corona tilted her head and thought for a while. It seemed to be the one on the hammer. But she was not relieved, so she went over and took a look again, and then slipped back on tiptoe. "It was holding the hammer and almost all of them were chewed."

"Then it's okay, don't worry about sleeping." Tormond touched his chest and then wrapped the blanket tightly again. "He stayed with his weapons every day, his body was already adapting and would avoid danger by himself. You don't have to worry about it. He can get familiar with his weapons faster by doing this."

"You are really, you give him such a powerful guy. I thought it would be a mace or a warhammer."

"He deserves to use a real weapon." Tormond thought for a while, and thought it would be better to say hello to his wife early, and he was a little mentally prepared: "I heard that there were horror claw monsters in the outer tunnels, and there might be a phenomenon of living in the cluster. I am afraid that ordinary hunting weapons will suffer from the horror claw monsters. Besides, Dagon's martial arts are good, and there is no problem in mastering complex functional weapons."

"I never worry about his martial arts. On the one hand, he is easy to learn, and on the other hand, you teach well." Corona got into the blanket and lay shoulder to shoulder with her husband. The two of them looked at the empty roof together. "It's really not easy to raise him to adulthood!"

"It's not easy, but Dagon is actually very obedient. I think it's much easier to discipline than other kids. OK, go to bed quickly and prepare his clothes tomorrow. By the way, have you prepared food for him on the road?"

"I have already pressed the pancakes, and I have repaired your armor shirt. We are not allowed to wear heavy armor at the adult ceremony. Besides, there is no danger. The armor shirt is enough."

"It's really enough. Go to sleep." Tormond closed his eyes, and the couple imagined Dagon's chic appearance as an elite in the hunting team. With a satisfied smile, they fell asleep peacefully.

Bang. In another room, Dagon turned over with his head hunting axe in his arms. He didn't sleep well at all and was currently being disturbed by nightmare. Judging from his trembling muscles, his frown brows and sweat beads of all sizes, the situation in the dream was quite dangerous.

The dream seemed strange from the beginning: Dagon found himself naked to a strange place covered with thick gray smoke, with a view of less than five meters. Outside was dark that the Jiangu people could not see through. He fanned the smoke with his hands, wanting to see the foot, but he couldn't do it anyway. From the touch of the soles of his feet, he should be stepping on the sand, and the sand was warm, as if there was a source of heat below.

"Why do I dream about this?" Dagon bent down, grabbed the sand under his feet, and was stunned. The sand in his hand was so red that it seemed like blood when it flowed down his fingers.

This strange phenomenon is obviously not a good sign. Dagon immediately thought of the situation where the mana was revealed not long ago, and deeply suspected that his monster bloodline was about to move and wanted to erode in his dreams. This is absolutely not allowed! This is absolutely not allowed! Especially when the adulthood ceremony is about to be held and join the hunting team, there will be an important moment when the opportunity to improve his life is immediately!

"Arii protects God, please protect my ancient soul!" Dagon immediately began to pray. He had not learned the knowledge of using mana, but he heard from others that mana is related to dreams, so he must not underestimate the changes in dreams.

In addition to praying, the serious Pastor Auri also needs to combine the use of magic power in his body, including allowing spiritual power and soul power to participate together, so that he can form spells and magic. The content of these Dagon was right in his dream, but lacked those unique techniques and could not be revealed as true power. In fact, he also understood this, but reciting was better than not, and at least it could make himself calm and brave.

When he finished reciting the third "protection" prayer, the environment changed. A large fire suddenly rose, and the rolling red flames surrounded Dagon in a small circle. A figure used his hands to push the fire wall away and came to Dagon.

He was a tall man wearing a robe of yellow linen. Compared with Jian Gu, most humans had a height advantage. He was old, and a white beard blocked most of his face. He could not know the exact age when he looked at wrinkles and age spots. His white beard was combed out his braids according to Jian Gu’s customs. Through the "Shuwen" formed by knots and decorations, he could read the three meanings of "pioneer, great, and buried".

Although his beard was white, the human had short black hair and still looked shiny and young. Dagon noticed that his hands exposed outside his long sleeves were also young, but his feet wearing leather sandals and the calves exposed under his robe were very old. Seeing his head from his feet, Dagon saw a strange smile through the man's white beard, and immediately raised his vigilance to the highest point.

"Leave my dream! I don't welcome you here!" Dagon clenched his fists, put them in front of his nose one by one, ready to fight in close combat.

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

"Your voice... sounds familiar." Dagon searched hard in his memory, but this sense of familiarity did not help him find the answer. "If it was your dream, why would you bring me in?"

"You broke in by yourself, and I didn't have any contributions to it." The old man said, "I have been disturbed by you for more than fifty years of purity. You should apologize to me."

Dagon looked around and saw the flames surging and scorching, and the sand under his feet was heating up. It was strange and dangerous, and it was obviously not a place to stay for a long time. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't disturb you. Please tell me how to get out, okay?"

He put down his fist without saying a soft word, and a good soldier should always be on guard.

"I am the only one here, and no one has come in before, so I don't know how to get you out." The old man said, "You don't have to worry about you. I have no ill intentions towards you."

"All monsters will not admit that they have malice."

"Monster? I'm not a monster. I'm the ancient man just like you." The old man looked down at himself, then slapped his head: "There is no mirror here, I have forgotten my form."

Accompanied by a burst of smoke coming out of thin air, the old man turned from a human-like dwarf. He touched his beard with a smile, and the cunning expression was still under his thick eyebrows.

Dagon is now sure that he is facing a monster, a monster who is good at disguising and deceiving. Since it is a monster, it is an enemy that must be eliminated. Whether in the real world or in the dream space.

He clenched his fists and rubbed his feet forward, advancing in a battle posture of preparing for the fight. There were fire circles around here. Just now, the monster pushed away the flames, and perhaps he was afraid of fire, but he had a certain ability to control it. Besides, the monsters like to deceive people. It said that this is its dream. Is it really its?

The weapon master must be able to control his emotions and let it assist in combat rather than cause trouble. Dagon has not been able to achieve perfection, but he does not lack knowledge in this area, so he began to try in his dreams.

"This is my dream, my home court of my soul." He silently recited the sentence like a mantra. "The soul power comes from the inside out, and the spiritual power comes from the Aoli. I am my manager, and I am my own tempering worker."

The mana manifestation happened again, and he felt the sand under his feet climbing up along his legs. The sand was warm, and as his body temperature covered his torso, then advanced along his arms, quickly condensed in his hands and turned into a long-handled battle axe.

"Hunting the First Axe?" Dagon was overjoyed. He immediately recalled that he was holding this precious weapon when he went to bed. Now it came to the dream to help! Dagon was immediately confident and full of fighting spirit. He was in the middle and hunted the First Axe, and moved forward steadily.

The monster smiled disapprovingly, turned back to the height of a human being, and then reached out to grab the fire. The flames also shaped and changed according to his intentions, and a long-handled machete with flames all over his body became his weapon.

"Anyway, I want to teach something. You don't want to hear anything, don't want to believe it, and choose to fight, so do it like this." The monster said: "If the Jian Gu tribe cannot defeat me, then you can only use the so-called monster's other set. So, my Dagon, fight for your life."

The flame knife slashed down at an incredible speed. Dagon moved his side with the fastest speed, but was still one step slower. He saw the hunting axe turning into sand in his hand and scattering towards the sky; he saw the red light of the flame flashing through the middle of his eyes, and then spinning.

With a thud, he fell off the bed with his hunting axe in his arms and woke up on the stone ground.

It turned out to be a dream! Dagong touched his head and looked at his body. There was nothing wrong with it. There was no trace of magic power on the bed or the ground, as if nothing had happened.

My mother's inquiry came from the next room. Dagon hurriedly said, "I'm fine, I tripped with my hunting axe in my arms, and fell off accidentally. I'll go back and continue sleeping!"

"Don't be too excited, the acquired genius is a ritual of coming-of-age, not tomorrow."
Chapter completed!