In the early morning, the morning light dyed the tulle-like mist on the grass red.

Thorne, sitting cross-legged by the golden oak tree, opened his eyes, and then his thoughts moved. The frost covering his clothes and hair instantly melted by the light orange flames, turning into wisps of white mist and dissipated in the air.

Then Thorne stood up, covered her hood with her messy long hair, lifted up the long sword standing upside down in front of her, put it in the scabbard, turned around and looked at the altar of the Tracking God, bowed slightly, and disappeared into the chirping birds.

After accepting the commission from harpist Alanis, he needed to pass through the Forest of Silence and head to the east to investigate an abandoned tower called the Tower of the Dead.

Although the tower has long been in a semi-ruin state and has become a place for mice and birds to settle down, there is an unknown underground passage at the bottom of the tower, and it is very likely that it has nothing to do with the demon worshippers.

When Thorne heard this news, even if the other party did not entrust the matter to him, he would choose to go to Shuangta Town alone because it was related to the Abyss Demon.

Ever since he mastered the special ability of "Devil Power", he has always been concerned about unlocking more powerful abilities if he upgrades his level.

In the entire Emerald Field, the only monsters related to the demons are the Abyss Gnoves and the Ancient Jenoese Tortoise, two monsters transformed from demonic spirits.

Unfortunately, this semi-demon creature only exists in large werewolf tribes, and there are almost no small and medium-sized werewolf tribes in the wilderness, which leads to the fact that his "demonic power" ability is impossible to quickly improve.

Moving forward from Storman Town until now, including the 5 points unexpectedly obtained by the devil creature I killed yesterday, his "Devil Power" progress is only: lv1 (26100).

In fact, when he heard the news about the demon worshipper in Shuangta Town, he was already moved, but he was very unhappy that he was being used by someone, so he refused the request of the Harpist Alliance without hesitation.

Now that he has gained benefits, the content of the task is as he wishes, he is naturally more satisfied with such a good thing.

Moreover, in the current town of Watershang, there is no fatal threat yet. The second leader of the large werewolf tribe from the Great Swordstone Mountains was killed by him again. The abyss werewolf and Jeno's ancient poisonous fangs in the camp were cleaned up by him. Even if a new leader is selected again, his strength will decline sharply. The high walls of Watershang Town can be handled. The two ghost spirit leaders in the lower city are not fools.

The Hruk Goblins from the Black Pearl Forest don't have to worry too much for the time being. According to the news obtained by Master Qingchen from the Druids in the Emerald Garden, he knew that these goblins entrenched in the Quiet Forest have not yet fully gained a foothold and will not rush to attack at all.

This is also the main reason why he left Falls Town with confidence.

When Thorne was about to walk to the oak group outside the temple, he suddenly noticed Sting, a druid player sitting cross-legged under the golden oak. Looking at his silent face and the frost condensed on his short hair and eyebrows, Thorne sighed slightly and walked towards him:

"The lost arm can be completely restored to its original state. When a person dies, the priest's Nine-ring Divine Art "Complete Resurrection" can also revive it, so as long as you are still alive, there will be hope."

The priest's magical art does have the magical art that can revive the dead, but he kept silent about the price he had to pay, just to leave a glimmer of hope in the other party's heart.

"So you have known the Nine Rings Divine Art "Complete Resurrection Technique", and you are working in this direction, so you dedicated your voice and faith to the goddess of the forest, right?" Looking at the other party's calm eyes, Thorne seemed to know what he wanted to express.

Seeing the other party nodding silently, Thorne knew that he was not wrong, so he continued: "I hope this price can make you a better and greater existence. At least your current efforts are possible, so I wish you success."

Looking at Thorne's departure back, the silent Sting stood up, pressed the unicorn holy emblem tightly against his chest, bowed deeply to him, and then sat cross-legged on the green moss under the golden oak tree again.

Leaving Sting's oak tree cross-sitting, Thorne walked through a dense bush and drove away a few small animals that were jumping behind him. He nodded as he walked and signaled the priest apprentices who had replied to him with a faint smile and came to the road to the exit of the temple.

Immediately afterwards, a figure that impressed him appeared again in his sight.

"Thirt!"

A loud eagle roar came from the bushes. The fierce eagle flew over Thorne's head and circled for a few times, landed on his shoulders, rubbed his cheek affectionately.

"Are you here to see me off?"

Thorne smiled and stroked the eagle's head. The fierce eagle let out a long joyful sound, took off again, and disappeared into the bushes again.

"People always change, but they will never become what they used to be, especially those who have experienced ups and downs. You said that you don't want people you are familiar with to gradually become strangers. You also said that the outside world is wide, full of pain but also full of joy. The former makes you grow, and the latter makes your journey not unbearable."

Lilia, a half-elf girl, walked towards Thorne and said slowly: "It's a pity that I can't become the innocent half-elf girl I used to be. The only thing I can do is live strong."

"It's good." Thorne looked at the half-elf girl who was approaching, reached out to stroke her long loose hair, and nodded with relief: "Life should be like a candle, burning from the top to the end, and it has always been bright. Our body and mind must not be occupied by darkness and depression."

"But I can feel that your heart is gradually moving away from the town of Waterfalls, and I even feel a little worried that you will suddenly disappear without a trace one day." The half-elf girl lets Thorne brush her long hair, notices Thorne's obvious pause on her arms. She looked at him in a slightly sad tone, "Since you will leave sooner or later, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

"I promised your father, this is my promise to him." Thorne withdrew his right hand and sighed:

"He taught me how to track the trails of prey, how to sneak in the shadows with shrubs and gravels, and how to hunt down harmful things that linger on the edge of civilization. I have honed my special combat skills in the face of difficulties and obstacles and successfully embarked on a path of my own."

"Thorn, do you know what home is?" The half-elf girl was silent for a long time, her light blue eyes flashed, and she looked up and asked.

"Home?" Thorne hesitated for a moment, finally looked up at the sky full of morning light, and sighed: "Home is a burden and a responsibility, no matter where you think of it, you will involuntarily be echoed in your heart by a special feeling, and it is more like a lamp that never disappears in your heart."

"Yes." The half-elf girl nodded and gently pulled Thorne's arm: "But my home is a house built by him, and she lives with him, and he is responsible for hunting. She looks at the small garden, cooks food, and they trade prey and crops for money, buy what they need, and they maintain their beauty and dignity, and slowly grow old together."

"..." Thorne stood there, silent.

The half-elf girl Lilia looked at Thorne, gently stroked his face hidden in the hood, leaned her whole body in his arms, threw a word, and turned around and left.

When the aromatic raspberry-like aroma disappeared in the breath, Thorne began to recall the last sentence left by the half-elf girl.

Finally, he shook his head in confusion and disappeared into the Temple of Melikay in the morning light and mist.

After a while, the bard Jillt looked at the morning light and immediately plucked the strings, and a low music with trembling sound floated out of the trees:

When the first ray of morning light penetrates the mist,

Arriving on earth with freshness,

Widths of cool spring flow into the heart.

Such a thing is natural,

Just because our hearts burn the fire of eternal hope.
Chapter completed!