The afterglow of the sunset shone on the city wall through the swaying shadows and bushes. The orange-yellow light did not bring a trace of warmth, but instead shone the cold light set off by the cold blade.

"Horat, is this your hospitality in Twilight?"

Thorne, who was standing next to the gate valve switch, heard a familiar cold shout not far away, was stunned for a moment, a trace of dazedness flashed in his expression, and then said lightly.

"Um?"

A voice of surprise and doubt came from the leading man in black.

Thorne stood surrounded by everyone and felt the light reflected by the sharp blade. He did not act rashly, but chose to turn around gently under the vigilant gaze of a group.

Then slowly put the long sword in your hand into the scabbard.

Immediately lifted the hood on the cloak, revealing a long scattered black hair and a face with a faint smile.

"Thorn!"

The leading man in black exclaimed, and his cold face showed a hint of joy.

Then he immediately waved his hand to his subordinates and said, "It's all gone, this is a friend from Waterfall Town."

clang clang clang!

As soon as Horat finished speaking, bursts of sharp blades were heard one after another. The guards looked at Horat with surprise and left in an orderly manner.

"A group of werewolves chased you into Twilight, Brother Thorne, this is not like your style. What you should do is to use your precise archery to play them in the dense jungle, or let them eat the dust on your feet."

Horat shook the scarf around his neck, walked to Thorne and looked at the crowd of zombies that had not completely retreated under the city wall, and smiled and joked.

"Your guards are too dedicated. There is no way to cover up your friends, so you can only do this." Thorne looked at the man in front of him, leaned against the city wall and shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

Like Thorne, Horat is also a half-elves, but his elf bloodline is derived from the drow elves in the underground world.

The long, dry white hair swaying in the wind and a little dark skin are the best proof of blood.

After Thorne looked at the other person carefully, wearing a slightly modern black outfit and a conspicuous gray scarf, surrounded by the neck and both ends drooped to the chest.

I still have the same familiar style, and I still like to wrap a scarf around my neck.

But the equipment on the whole body was changed.

I saw that behind him was a long sword with a black scabbard and a large heavy crossbow.

There is a small continuous crossbow filled with a length of about 40 cm on each side of the waist.

Horat's basic profession is a wanderer, and Thorne is still clear about this, but judging from the other party's outfit, it is very likely that he has advanced to other professions.

"Time flies so fast. After we parted in the town of Waters, we have not seen each other for about a year and a half. Last time I heard Sarayan say that you passed by here and just made a move to find you, you had already left."

Horat sighed and greeted him. After saying that, he habitually raised his hand to prepare to go up to Thorne's shoulder.

"I didn't know you were settled in Twilight at that time." Thorne raised his brows slightly and avoided his arm sideways.

He and Horat met in the town of Waters. When the game was first launched, they studied together in the militia training camp in the town of Waterss for a while.

Half a year later, the other party left the town to pursue his dream and never contacted him again.

"You know, I'm a wanderer who loves to pursue assassination, so the natural ways of the Falls Town are not for me."

Horat put away his arms that were frozen in the air and smiled faintly.

"So you have found your own path, congratulations." Thorne said thoughtfully.

"Since you have come here, do you want to go with me to meet Lord Sarayan?" After thinking for a while, Horat pointed to a room in the town and said to Thorne.

"No need, I'll be ready to leave tomorrow morning." Thorne did not look at the place where Horat pointed, but refused directly.

"Tell you a bad news. The werewolves have surrounded the North Gate tightly. Many adventurers and merchants are trapped in the town and cannot get out. I am afraid that they will have to wait for the werewolves to be repelled before they can resume access."

Horat looked to the north of the town and said with a slightly heavy expression.

"It's okay, I can go around from other places." Thorne showed an indifferent expression when he heard this.

Twilight Town is built next to the Emerald River, and the west side of the town is blocked by the surging Emerald River that even ships cannot pass through.

To the east is a bottomless swamp filled with mud and rotten shrubs, so there are only two exits in the north and south.

The fastest road to Falls is to start from the north gate of Twilight, follow a trade route through Tiema, Storman and Crowns, and finally reach the northernmost Falls.

Since the passage between Twilight and Iron Horse Town was blocked by the zombies, it would be enough to bypass this blocked section of road from the complex swamp terrain to the right of the town.

Although this will reduce his travel speed, it is at least much more effective than sitting in the town and waiting.

"As an excellent ranger, this thing is indeed not a problem for you." Horat turned around and looked at Thorne, showing a sudden look.

Then he looked at the dim afterglow and said to Thorne:

"As the saying goes: sunrise and the east falls in the west, and the sea of ​​people scatters at the table. We will gather together tonight and just say it will be a farewell to you. The war has been in a tight position recently, and there may not be time tomorrow. This damn werewolf!"

"There's no need. I prefer to leave alone quietly." Thorne leaned against the city wall and looked at the setting sun in the sky, rejecting Horat's kindness and said lightly.

"You're still the same, okay, we'll say goodbye here, I wish you good luck!" Horat sighed, stretched out his right hand and said to Thorne.

"May Twilight Town stand firm!"

Thorne stood up straight, grabbed Horat's right hand and gave a sincere blessing.

"Oh, by the way!"

Horat turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly stopped and said to Thorne, "That guy Carlos sent me a message saying, "If you meet you in the wilderness, I will give you a word."

"What do you mean?" Thorne said with a serious expression.

"If you have enough hearts, come back early!" Horat looked at Thorne with a little complicated look, leaving behind a back and a sentence.

"I see……"

Thorne looked at Horat's figure leaving and replied calmly.

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fades, the colors of all things gradually fade away, and all scenery becomes hazy in lines.

Thorne stood on the city wall, the cold wind blew his long scattered hair. He looked at the vast mountains vaguely visible in the distance and the zombies driving the goblins and dogheads away. With the scolding and screams, he gradually drifted away.

The rich blood scattered on the ground under the city walls and the glowing light were mixed together, as if exuding an attractive fragrance. The greedy piranha happily jumped out of the moat and splashed blood.

Bang!

At this time, a figure appeared behind Thorne, gently patting his shoulder.

clang!

Thorne, who was in deep thought, suddenly looked shocked, and the subconscious sword was instantly unsheathed, pointing to the back with a cold light.

"Why are you here? Sorry..." Thorne immediately put away his weapons when he saw the figure behind him and said a little apologetically.

When Andrea breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Thorne retracting her sword, she leaned against the city wall and threw Thorne with a beautiful roll of eyes:

"Seeing that you haven't been there for so long, you thought something happened to you, so you came over and took a look, and then... I almost died in your hands."

"Sorry, since Twilight Town has arrived, you can make it convenient for yourself. I have something else to do, so I won't be with you."

Feeling the other party's gaze, Thorne said with a little embarrassed look.
Chapter completed!