Even though it was dark, the wind was still blowing in the forest, whistling and swaying.

Some animals are still singing lullabys for others using their own music.

An absolutely peaceful night does not exist.

At this moment, the beasts and predators in the dark night have not yet rested, and are hunting everywhere quietly.

They are the night watchmen of nature and are an important link that closely connects the vibrant days.

As midnight approaches, a terrible storm suddenly blew in the depths of the dense forest.

The strong wind blew, and the crackling sound of branches breaking, as well as ghostly howls, roars and wails came from the wind.

The dark clouds in the sky changed into wonderful shapes, the most of which were a group of big black birds screaming.

"Why are there so many ravens here?" Through the cracks in the dense forest, Thorne saw hundreds of ravens with dark bodies and purple-blue metallic glosses in the night circling and flying in the air.

Finally, the crows blocked the last bright moonlight.

At this time, the strong wind suddenly stopped, but the silence did not come. Thorne heard the cry of the ravens in the air and the flapping of the wings.

This is a world surrounded by magic, mystery and danger. Ravens are often synonymous with death, fear and doom in folklore. Their cry is regarded as a bad omen and an ominous omen, so it is called the ominous bird.

Although this is just a folk legend, the ranger who masters natural knowledge is very clear about the true meaning of ravens, especially the ravens in groups.

Ordinary ravens and crows can feel the smell of corruption and death because of their keen sense of smell, and are considered ominous birds.

However, these ravens that can flash purple-blue metallic luster in the night are called by a very few scholars who truly understand them: the ferryman of the god of death!

Because this raven possesses a supernatural ability related to death.

This ability allows them to detect the signs of the impending death of powerful professionals in advance, and then these mysterious black birds gather around the dying person and sing sad songs for him.

When the profession dies, the soul of the dead will be guided by the song of sadness chanted by the raven to the city of the dead in the gray wilderness.

It is said that these ravens with purple and blue metallic luster are masterpieces from the Lord of the Dead Cranvot.

Among the four generations of the Lord of the Dead, Jego represents the mystery of death, Milk represents the fear of death, Cirick represents the madness of death, and the latest Cranvoy represents the justice of death.

Cranvoy believes that death is just a part of life, there is no need to be afraid of death, no need to avoid death, and do not regard death as evil. Fear of death will send you to those who can reach your death ground. Death with dignity, neither need to rush to death nor embrace the way of immortality.

The church of Kranvo, the god of death, believes that it is their important duty to find those who are about to die.

Because the neutral god of death's wish is to let every intelligent creature who dies naturally or unnaturally, on the side of the continent there will be a sad song chanted by a raven to guide him to the right position in the samsara. It should be emphasized that Kranwo is the great ferryman who guides the people to the next life.

He believes that death is not the end of the end, but a wonderful, ever-ending transit station. Let every dead person know that Cranvoy is waiting for them to welcome them in a new cycle.

But this is just the wish of the God of Death. To truly establish a perfect reincarnation station, what He needs to face is not only the demons and devils who compete for the souls of mortals, but also the gods.

At this moment, it's this night.

In a dense forest deep in the Great Swordstrike Mountains, under Thorne's gaze, the raven's high-pitched and loud chorus rang out strangely, as if the whole world was about to die.

Thorne withdrew his gaze and looked vigilantly at the back of the goblin priest who was outside his attack range.

His back arched slightly, and his right hand couldn't help but touch the position of the hilt of the sword.

In this way, in the chorus of the Raven Song of Sorrow, the priest who was covered with black robe stomped on the wet dead branches and leaves and slowly turned around.

"I am really happy to see you come as promised, my brave half-elf ranger friend." The earthling priest stared at the ranger who was holding the hilt of the sword not far away, and his weak tone revealed an unconcealable joy.

"Friend?" Thorne's expression was still tense, his tone was very plain:

"To be honest, in the entire emerald field, the race I hate the most is the goblin. I feel very awkward to make friends with a goblin and will instinctively repel it. However, if it were you, I can accept this title, the goblin sacrifices its friend."

"Thank you for your tolerance and understanding." Under the vigilant gaze of the ranger, the goblin priest slowly stretched out his right hand, stroked his chest with one hand, bowed slightly to him, and thanked sincerely.

"Then, you can tell me your purpose of inviting me here." Thorne bowed to the earthling priest and asked straight to the point.

——"Sense Magic!"

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong with this priest who looked a little weak, so he immediately activated the kendo's profession characteristics, his eyes drooped slightly, and his expression focused on feeling the free magic energy in the air.

Seeing the ranger who was in deep thought, the earthlings sacrificed silently and waited silently.

The gloomy north wind swayed the hideous shadows of trees in the dense forest, and the ravens continued to sing the song of sadness, as if they were playing a symphony of death.

"Your divine power is losing." Thorne raised his eyelids, hesitated for a moment, and expressed his inner guess.

"It seems you feel it too." The body of the earthling priest trembled slightly and he answered slowly.

"I received the oracle of the powerful." Seeing Thorne silent, he continued: "The content of the oracle is: at all costs, joining the werewolves and hill giants of the Great Sword Scarlet Mountains to clear away all the forces in the Emerald Field."

Upon hearing this, Thorne's eyelids hopped uncontrollably, but his expression remained unchanged.

This emergencies have long been counted by them. The Wizard Tower in Waterfront Town, including many Ranger Scouts, are also paying close attention to every move in the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

Because the five small towns in the Emerald Field are about to fight the Khruk Goblin on the periphery of the Quiet Forest.

If they are united by the zombies and the hill giants at this time, they will be in a crisis of being attacked from the Dragon Fallen Canyon.

Even if the decisive battle with the Goblins is won, the rear will be broken by the gnolls and hill giants, causing immeasurable losses.

If they really discover the joint action between the werewolves and the hill giants, they must divide some of their troops to guard the main roads of the Dragon Flying Canyon.

This means that the battle ahead will become more difficult, which is something that no one wants to see.

"This is the purpose of you inviting me here." Thorne pondered for a moment, looked at the obviously weaker goblin priest, his tense body slowly relaxed, and his vigilant expression also eased a lot.

As if he understood everything, he walked forward tentatively three steps forward. He found that the weak earthling priest was indifferent and just nodded to himself with a smile.

However, Thorne thought this smile was not good at all, because not only did he reveal two pointed yellow teeth, he also looked like an old man in his twilight years.

At this moment, Thorne finally understood who the raven hovered above his head was singing a song of sadness for.

"Why do you do this?" Thorne looked at the goblin sacrifice who had already weakened and began to bend over.

Faced with the Ranger's question, the goblin priest straightened his back with a little difficulty, moved his foot to a relatively open open space, and then sat on a tree trunk that was hammered by the frost giant, looking up at the ravens in groups, sighing with emotion:

"Each of us has two major tragedies in our lives, one is full of confidence and the other is full of thoughts."

"So, this is your choice." Thorne was silent for a moment, and went straight to the goblin priest, sat with him on the trunk, and looked at the ravens all over the sky.

Their black feathers that blend with the night glow with a faint purple-blue metallic luster, and their chorus is high and loud.

The chorus seemed to tell itself: death is not the opposite of life, but will last forever as a part of life.

"Yes." The earthling priest seemed to have been touched. He looked at the overgrown land and sighed deeply:

"Humans are all emotional animals. When you are always accompanied by loneliness, a kind of nostalgia will become increasingly strong.

When I was sitting in the room reading books, when I sat alone at the bedside late at night and couldn't fall asleep, or even when I fell asleep soundly, some kind of memory would always flash in my mind like a movie.

In the end of life, I keep letting go, but the most heartbreaking thing is that I failed to say goodbye. So, I don’t like this kind of life at all.”

Thorne looked at the goblin sacrifice once again, shrouded in a black robe.

For some reason, he actually felt the loss of some divine power of the other party, and his qi and blood were constantly declining.

In this goblin priest, Thorne saw the helpless feeling he exuded, like a boat going out to sea at dusk, the road was not familiar and it was still far away.

"I am not a person who is too good at comforting others. I only know that yesterday's day cannot be done, and tomorrow's day is not done. Only by cherishing the present, can our lives left here be like the sunshine by the water, rippling warm ripples, like the stars at night, illuminating our way forward."

Thorne looked up at the moonlight blocked by the ravens and comforted the goblins, saying, "Time will change everything, because it will make problems that we can't figure out no longer so important."

He knew that the other party had suffered the punishment he deserved for betraying his god, which made the god of death press forward step by step, but he still involuntarily persuaded the goblin player in vain.

Because all he could do was this, just like the paladin he met in Winter City, he could not change anything.

"Did you bring your stuff for me?" The goblin priest smiled indifferently, as if he had already taken it lightly. "Actually, I didn't expect you to come here at all, after all, the Hruk goblin..."

"These are no longer important." Thorne reached out to stop his next words, and then took out a small bag of flower seeds wrapped in parchment:

"You are right. I didn't plan to accept your invitation. The main reason why I came was actually moved by the insignificant request you made to me."

After saying that, he drew out his sword, dug out pits from an open open space, and buried all these flower seeds in the soil.

"Thank you for fulfilling my last wish." The earthling priest thought of getting up to salute the busy ranger, but unfortunately his body became extremely weak and it was difficult to move at all.

At this time, he could only try his best to suppress the power of death that emerged throughout his body and retain the last hint of sober consciousness.

"It's just a little effort. In fact, I should thank you for your sacrifices for our compatriots, and also for not launching a general attack on these swaying towns when the Hruk Goblin settled in the quiet Forest." Thorne sincerely thanked the goblins for sacrifices.

"Only my compatriots can truly understand the difficulties of their own race's survival, because they can always find an inexplicable sense of intimacy in each other, but I am the voter of the powerful, which means I have no choice." The earthling priests forced their gradually dissipated consciousness and smiled helplessly.

"Voters, so that's it." Thorne paused for a moment, and finally understood the reason.

If the other party is just an ordinary priest, at most, you can easily join other camps if you lose the rank of the priest, but the voters are different. The voters who betray their own beliefs cannot escape the wrath of the gods.

——"Three Rings Divine Technique: Plants Grow!"

In the whistling night, accompanied by the low moans of magic spells, the seeds that had just been buried by Thorne immediately broke out at a speed visible to the naked eye, taking root and sprouting, and finally blooming rose-colored thorn flowers.

"Goodbye." Thorne bowed to the earthling priest who seemed very excited after seeing the thorny flowers, and prepared to turn around and leave.

The other party is suffering from the loss of divine power, and it is very likely that he will receive divine punishment from the powerful, so it is very dangerous for him to stay here and must leave as soon as possible.

"Do you say that after we die, our consciousness can really return to real time?" Suddenly, the earthling priest held on and asked suddenly.

Upon hearing this, Thorn paused, and he subconsciously looked up at the raven that was still hovering in the night sky, known as the "Death Ferryer".

The loud and loud cry seemed to be dead in the whole world.

In a trance, he seemed to see a transparent skull wearing a hooded hood appearing in a group of ravens. The head is wrapped in a translucent gray robe and flying in the sad wind.

"That's right! As long as you die in this world, your consciousness will soon be transmitted to the real world. Congratulations, you can go home soon." Thorne looked at the hovering raven with a firm look and answered the other party's question very seriously.

Then, without hesitation, he disappeared deep into the dense forest that turned into a hideous shadow of the tree.

"That's really great..."

A trace of spirit appeared in the pale yellow eyes of the earthling priest. He raised his right hand with difficulty and used the simplest light spell with his last slight strength.

With the soft and bright light dispelling the deep darkness, the brilliant thorn rose flowers sway gently in the breeze.

Looking at the beautiful flowers, the earthlings' scattered expression of the scattered straggler was a little dazed.

He remembered the thorny rose flowers in his hometown. In his hometown, these flowers were everywhere.

Every May Day, a season of thorny roses blooming. Standing alone on a high place, looking like the red clouds falling from the sky, dyeing the fields and the hometown red.

At that time, he was like living in a pink world.

The blooming flowers are as color as rouge and as thin lotus, set against the broad and round green leaves and busy flying bees and butterflies, and are filled with a rich fragrance, making people feel as comfortable as drinking fine wine.

At first glance, these flowers that just bloomed were really exactly the same as what he remembered.

Just like the thorny rose flowers all over the mountains in my hometown.

…………

Back to the tower, Thorne lay on the bed, with his hands on his pillow, staring at the magic crystal lamp on the ceiling in a daze.

"What happened? I was lying there and feeling depressed as soon as I came back." Andrea sat in front of the mirror, gently combed her long shiny black hair, and looked at the trance-savvy half-elf in the mirror.

"I didn't think of anything." Thorne replied casually.

"Tell me, it's so uncomfortable to hold it in my heart." Andrea placed the bottles and jars on the dressing table in its original position, and put the comb in the drawer.

She walked to the bed in a white nightgown and lay down next to Thorne.

"Do you think we can really return to the real world after we die?" Thorne sighed and hugged Andrena beside him.

"Impossible, someone has witnessed the 'Death Ferryer' sent by the Lord of the Dead Cranvot, guiding the souls of the deceased to the City of Death." Andrea pulled the bedding hard, twisted her body, so she took off her nightgown, and then snuggled in his arms.

"Then why do some people like to ask questions knowingly before they die?"

"This is a spell similar to psychological suggestion. The strong belief that some people burst out before they die will allow them to successfully deceive themselves, which is also a way to comfort themselves."

"I see."

"Don't think about it all there." Andrea put her head on Thorne's chest, feeling the gentle and rhythmic breathing, and whispered: "Torne, go to bed."
Chapter completed!