In the dark night, the half-round cold moon was hidden among the jagged clouds, and on the road full of potholes, the shadows of trees and grass were kneeless, and the road was hazy and indistinguishable.

The icy night wind blew through, the grass and trees swayed, and there was a rustling sound. Occasionally, there were a few strange bird calls and the roar of wild beasts from the depths of the trees, which made it even more eerie and creepy.

Clang!

The sound of the sword being sheathed lightly passed through the night, and through the silver light from the cold moon, Thorne's figure emerged in the dense bushes.

I saw his icy eyes hidden in the hood, gently swept over the goblins hiding in the bushes not far away.

Immediately, the screeching voices and the hurried footsteps were mixed together, and along with the wildly swaying bushes, they quickly disappeared into the depths of the hideous shadow.

Goblins are small humanoids with broad faces, flat noses, pointed ears and large mouths with spiky fangs.

Their foreheads are sloping back, their dull eyes are mostly red, and their hair is orange to red. Although they walk upright, their arms can hang down to their knees, indicating that they are also very good at climbing trees.

A lot of people think of them as a bunch of annoying bastards.

However, with a little carelessness, some civilized areas will be destroyed by a large-scale attack by this large group of creatures with large numbers, fast reproduction and evil tendencies.

Solitary goblin groups usually have no strategic concept, and are inherently cowardly, and will run away if the battle goes against them.

But with the proper oversight or death threats, these little guys can carry out many complex plans.

In this case, their sheer numbers are a terrifying advantage.

So no matter what humanoid creatures invade the player's territory in the wilderness, the first thing they have to face is the number of goblin cannon fodder.

In this emerald field, where there are almost no civilization settlements, the number of goblins is exceptionally large.

Their tenacious vitality, and their ability to reproduce stronger than mice, make them at the bottom of the biological chain, becoming the ration and cannon fodder for many creatures, and raising many humanoid races and beasts in the wilderness.

Thorne glanced at the corpses of goblin bears lying in the grass, turned and walked towards the camping place of the Stallman Township caravan.

Since the caravan left Iron Horse Town, the efficiency of its travel is still as high as ever, and there are hardly too many stops on the way.

It was not until the darkness of the night completely shrouded it that it was very difficult to travel, so I chose to stop and stay overnight, intending to rest until the next day before leaving.

After all, after driving for more than ten hours, even if there are no major problems for people, the cattle and horses who are consigning materials will not be able to withstand such a high-intensity rush.

So Thorne found the camping point in the caravan to set up camp, and then immersed himself in the depths of the dark jungle to earn some level-up experience.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Thorne, who was wearing a black cloak, walked very quietly in the dark. Even if he didn't need to cover it up, his figure appeared hazy, as if the night automatically wrapped him in it.

The reason for this effect is not only due to his high level of "Sneak" and "Hide" skills, but also thanks to Shadow Hand's stance technique "Shadow Darling".

This is a move that allows him to master the power of the shadows, which will continue to strengthen as his kendo level rises.

Even in the end, it was not difficult for him to disappear out of thin air or travel through the shadow plane in the dazzling sunlight.

The swordsmanship of the Shadow Hand School itself is to let people master a kind of ability to guide and control darkness and shadows, so that he is proficient in the skills of sneak attacks and ambush, otherwise Thorne would not have chosen this kind of swordsmanship in the first place.

Thorne silently interspersed in the busy caravan. Even if the bright bonfire dispelled all the darkness around him, his figure still seemed inconspicuous, and almost no one noticed his existence.

Except, of course, the carriage that the sorcerer Anaxis rode in.

When Thorne was about ten meters away from the Warlock's carriage, his keen intuition clearly noticed a pair of eyes peeping at him inside the carriage.

So his body paused for a moment, then slowly turned around and glanced casually.

Immediately after, Thorne felt a pair of cold eyes that seemed to be looking directly into his heart, which made him shudder.

This feeling was familiar to him, exactly the same as the last time he had a face-to-face with the sorcerer at the Salted Fish Hotel.

There are two people inside!

Who is the one?

Why do you want to watch him secretly?

Thorne suppressed his doubts and left quickly.

The casters are eccentric people, especially these tiefling warlocks.

Because their blood is often discriminated against by others, most of them had a miserable childhood until their characters became distorted.

What is the scariest thing in the world?

Certainly when a spellcaster is trying to have some fun.

...

It was late at night, the four fields were dark, and the dim starlight could not illuminate the rough road.

The dead grass on the side of the road swayed in the wind, and the trees not far away made a rustling sound, which seemed to be indistinct and indistinct.

Thorne still seemed very out of place, leaning a little farther behind the caravan, leaning alone beside a big tree, with his long sword upside down in a position that was easily accessible, closed his eyes and meditated.

After rushing the road for a day, Thorne also helped the caravan to serve as a scout for the day. The time at night was naturally his own. As for the caravan's vigil, it was not his concern.

But the darker the night, the more restless Thorne's alert heart became. He always felt that something was going to happen tonight.

This intuition of danger has never deceived him, especially when his perception attribute reaches 20 points, his sensitivity to danger becomes even stronger.

This was also the main reason why he chose to rest at the rear of the caravan camp.

Sand, sand, sand...

At this time, a slight footstep sounded into Thorne's ears, he looked straight, and gently moved his hand to the position of the long sword.

"Don't be impulsive, Mr. Thorne, it's me." As the footsteps got closer, Tifling Akmon's hoarse and low voice entered Thorne's ears.

"What's the matter?" Thorne put down his guard and asked, looking at the other party with some doubts.

Thorne is not a talkative person, instead he prefers to remain silent.

Although Sarayan introduced this tiefling to him when he set off from Twilight Town, but today, after a day's journey, the two sides had almost no extra gossip except for the handover of some reconnaissance matters.

It's not even that familiar, and even Thorne isn't sure what the other person's profession is.

A caravan of nearly 100 people, humanoids wandering in the wilderness, even if their brains are not good, they understand that this is a group of caravans that can't be provoked, and Thorne naturally never saw the opportunity for the opponent to take action.

Thorne was somewhat puzzled about the tiefling's sudden visit.

"It's nothing major, just a doubt in my heart, so I couldn't help but come over and ask, I hope you don't mind."

Ekmon swung his tail behind him as he walked, and then said casually not far from Thorne.

"It's okay, you can talk about it." Thorne replied calmly when he heard the words.

"With Mr. Thorne's skills, I don't think it's more efficient to follow the caravan." Ekmon glanced at Thorne thoughtfully, and expressed his doubts.

As soon as Tifflin Akmon's voice fell, Thorne immediately guessed that the other party was coming to test him, so he stated his purpose in a slow manner:

"There's nothing to hide. I'm very interested in the explosive arrows you made in Stallman, so I plan to visit this master alchemist who is proficient in enchanting craftsmanship."

"Really? But I heard that Mr. Thorne has just left from Winter City. How can a remote wilderness town like ours be compared with the ancient wizard's tower."

Ekmon paused, his voice still so hoarse and low, with the whistling night wind and his curved goat horns, as well as his dark red face and gently swaying thick tail, like a whisper from a demon.

The guy's vigilance was quite high, and Thorne glanced at him unexpectedly.

Then he looked up at the dark night, pretended to sigh deeply, and said slowly:

"Actually, I came for this. The strange abyss has begun to spread to my body."

After Thorne finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and showed Ekmon the dense dark spots on his palm.

"It seems that you have provoked something that shouldn't be touched." Ekmon was surprised when he saw the dark spot on Thorne's palm, and said.

"That's right, that's why I came to Stallman Town." Thorne retracted his right hand and said directly.

The main material of Thorne's Dark Cinder Sword is forged from the abyssal plain salvaged from the molten iron lake, which is the uppermost layer of the bottomless abyss.

This kind of metal from the abyss is always exuding an evil breath in an attempt to erode his will, and the dark spots on his hands are the best proof.

However, because Thorne knows how to use the energy of chi, this evil aura can't do him any harm at all.

But these dark spots are always a hidden danger in the hands, maybe one day it will break out, and it will be too late to cry.

If the alchemist who serves the demon as the suzerain can really successfully strengthen his dark ember sword, and then remove the abyss on it.

Then the dark spots on his hands will gradually disappear, in fact, Thorne is not a lie.

"I think Mr. Thorne should know a little about the situation in Stallman Town, so I hope you can understand my difficulties. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I will personally take you to see Master Kairon in town when he is in town. He is sure Happy to help you."

Ekmon stood up apologetically and said slowly to Thorne.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Ekmon," Thorne responded softly.

As soon as the words fell, Thorne stood up suddenly, raised the sword in his right hand, and quickly rushed to the shadow of the jungle not far away.

what!

puff!

With the sound of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh, followed by a mournful wailing, a black shadow revealed its original shape in front of Thorne.

boom!

Thorne took advantage of the situation and kicked the dead body, bowed slightly, and a cold light swept across his head, and then his long sword slashed violently, drawing a scorching sword light.

The figure that attacked Thorne instantly turned into two parts under the sharp blade, and the upper body lay on the ground and mourned constantly.

"It's a lizardman stalker, how can something like this appear here?" Ekmon, who had reacted, exclaimed with doubts on his face after seeing the two corpses.

"Now is not the time to think about it. I sensed the sound of footsteps in the depths and an unpleasant stench. We are in trouble tonight, Mr. Ekmon."

Thorne stomped to death the upper half of his body, which was crying on the ground, and said solemnly to Tifflin Ekmon.