Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

"As for that dragon, look! That's Fafnir, the Hundred-Headed Dragon, in its prime!" Alfred glanced at the black dragon shrouded in thick black fog in the sky and roared loudly:

"He was once the pet of the Elf Goddess and one of the totems of the Elf Kingdom. After the War of Gods, he migrated with the remnants of the Elf Kingdom to an island in the Sea of ​​Misty Sea, where he perished in a battle with the indigenous giants. Yes, today's Yukali Island is actually the Giant Island of that time, and it is also the birthplace of the later Giant Kingdom."

"Back then, the Elven Kingdom was undoubtedly the most powerful nation on the entire land. Sadly, the elven capital of Cadwell was destroyed by me countless years ago. I never thought that after all this time, I would be able to see it again in my dreams."

His voice deepened as he spoke, "Wayne Stewell, could you please go to Cardwell and take a look? I haven't seen my hometown in many years."

"Is this considered the wish of the God of Wish Granting?" Zhou Ning nodded calmly, "I agree."

He would hardly refuse such a simple favor. Not to mention that his original intention was to explore the elven capital of Cadwell. If nothing unexpected happened, the key node of the fourth level of dreaming should be there.

I have to say, this kind of dream that is linked one after another really has a strong sense of destiny.

As if he had not expected Zhou Ning to agree so readily, Alfred's majestic voice fell silent. After a few seconds, he said:

"Although you can be cunning and shameless at times, you're still a pretty good person. No wonder you've been able to gather so many believers and followers in such a short time. Thank you."

Is this a compliment? Zhou Ning maintained a smile and said, "But I have a question. How can you be sure that the Elf Capital of Cardwell still existed during this period of time?"

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the pale golden giant werewolf figure of Alfred emerged from the broken spout of the Wishing Lamp. "He" pointed northwest, his voice buzzing:

"The Elven Kingdom is the birthplace of arcane magic, the home of alchemy, and also home to the largest number of druids. See that green aura over there? It's so beautiful! It's called Alfred's Guardian, and it's the crystallization of arcane magic and alchemy. It protects Cadwell almost eternally. No one can enter the Elven Kingdom without the Elven King's permission."

"If Lillard and Ranger-General Talonia hadn't instigated me to perform the Ritual of the Ascended, and if Goodwin hadn't perfected the ritual itself, I have no doubt the Elven Kingdom would have lasted forever, and I would have become the eternal King of Kings."

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, hidden under the dense forest, there was a huge green air cover covering the front half of the forest.

At this time, Goodwin, who had been following Zhou Ning and remained silent from the beginning until now, spoke lightly:

"It's pointless to pursue these matters. That was your own choice. The Elven Capital has been lost in the dust of history, and the Elven Kingdom has continued on the island for hundreds of years. And you have become a beneficiary of the Ritual of the Ascendant, a subordinate deity of the Elven Goddess."

"If you were given another chance to choose, would you give up the opportunity to become a god? You should know that this is the choice of fate and the inevitability of history."

"Goodwin..." Alfred turned his gaze to Goodwin, remained silent for a long time, and then he sighed slowly and deeply:

"You're right. Even if I knew the outcome, I would still make this choice."

"But this wasn't entirely my intention. You know, the higher one's status, the colder and more likely one is to go crazy."

After watching Alfred turn into smoke and return to the wishing lamp, Zhou Ning glanced at Goodwin beside him, wondering why the King of Angels had been following him.

Noticing Zhou Ning's gaze, Goodwin said calmly:

"Mr. Sternwell, I have no ill will towards you. On the contrary, there is some connection. I will find time to talk to you privately about the details."

Without waiting for Zhou Ning's response, the Angel King continued:

"As for why I followed you, it's because I wanted to confirm something. To that end, I will provide you with as much assistance as possible."

Goodwin deliberately emphasized the word "as much as possible." After staring at him for a moment, Zhou Ning withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.

"I believe you."

Judging from his previous experience in the simulator, Goodwin did indeed have extremely deep feelings for his simulator self, even entertaining thoughts of deicide while using the alias Windgun. Zhou Ning could roughly guess what he was trying to confirm.

The third dream was broken at 19:55 PM. The time of the two dreams was not connected. As the giant dragon Fafnir with a hundred heads flapped its wings and flew over, illusory stars appeared in the sky that seemed very close to the ground. The moon in the sky was particularly huge, and everyone was covered with the cold and bright moonlight.

Goodwin said softly:

"This dream likely originated from the few ancient elves who survived to this day, such as Lillard and Talonia. Logically, it lacks authenticity and integrity. The only reason it appears both illusory and real is that this dream is based on the goddess' own dreams."

"..." Meredith, who was rubbing her fingers as she walked forward, asked in surprise, "The Elf Goddess's own dream?"

"Yes, but I'm not 100% sure. The Goddess's kingdom is somewhere north of the elven capital of Cardwell, in a plane where reality and the spirit world overlap. If we can fully materialize the Goddess's kingdom, then we can be sure of it."

"A thousand or two thousand years ago, gods could still walk freely among the mortal world, and the kingdom of God wasn't always in the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Mist, or hanging high in the astral realm."

This means that the fourth level of dreaming is most likely related to God, and I am afraid that my trump card will be lost... Sensing the powerful divinity that seems to be there and not there in front of him, Zhou Ning's eyelids twitched, he let out a silent sigh, and stepped into the depths of the forest step by step.

According to Alfred, the road ahead passed through the "Evergreen Forest", "Quiet Trail", "Falling Moon Lake" and other landmarks leading to the elven capital of Cardwell.

In the forest, a vast number of living war treants stalked the earth, their treads rumbling and humming. Similar to Western fantasy, elves are born druids, a race naturally endowed with the extraordinary traits of "hunting," "arcane affinity," and "nature affinity." They possess a close connection with nature, nurturing trees into treants.

These war treemen are not very aggressive. Some of them even plant themselves in the ground and will only pull themselves out when facing a powerful enemy.

After walking for less than ten minutes, the view suddenly became clear to everyone.

What appeared before their eyes was a huge green gas shield, inside which stood a gorgeous and magnificent city-state.

This city-state has a very strong elven style and adheres to the tradition of the three-three system. There are three city gates alone. The buildings inside are not very clear. One can only vaguely see the ancient and crude buildings standing tall, far taller than the human kingdom.

Zhou Ning didn't recognize this city, but its name popped up in his mind without a doubt:

"The capital of elves, Cardwell..."

It is also said to be the largest city-state in the ancient world of Apocalypse.