The falcon flapped its wings and swept across the treetops, stopping the chirping birdsong.

The unpredictable white clouds drifted in the blue sky, bringing large ferocious shadows, and dyeing the golden weeds on the ground into a dark color.

Thorne, wearing a black cloak, sat on the stone, holding a pure black composite longbow, stroking the bow arm, feeling the dense scratches left by each battle, still making it difficult for him to distinguish whether it was glory. Still hurt.

Looking at the marks like the carving knife of the years, Thorne took a dry cloth from his pocket and gently cleaned the blood and dirt on the string cable, rubbed something like wax oil evenly on the bowstring, and then again. Quickly rub the bowstring with a dry cloth.

Not far away, Ashmore lay casually on the withered grass next to a big tree, playing with his animal companions. His innocent smile like a child was hidden by the dark green cloak.

Andrina held her cheeks with one hand, her long hair half-covered her pretty face, and her beautiful eyes looked at Thorne, who was carefully maintaining her weapons, with interest. Seeing his focused expression, she was slightly ecstatic.

At this moment, a subtle laughter caught her attention, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ashmo's expression not far away, she saw her brows slightly raised, and she couldn't help but whisper to herself:

"It's hard to imagine that after such a big change, this player's mentality can still be maintained so well. Seeing him is like returning to a carefree childhood."

"Orphan." Thorne paused as he wiped the bowstring, and spit out two words indifferently.

"..." Andrina gave Thorne a helpless look and said, "You talk about him behind his back like this, so that he won't be afraid of hurting his self-esteem."

"Just him still has self-esteem?" Thorne glanced at Ashmo who was not far away, and said angrily:

"As long as he doesn't talk about his identity as an orphan to hurt others, it's not bad. Everyone in Waterfall Town likes to call him: Orphan Ranger."

Thorne's face twitched slightly as he recalled his first meeting with Ashmore to introduce himself.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he continued: "Make sure that your magic pet is coming back soon."

Because he felt the slight footsteps in the direction where the little devil disappeared, and was approaching them at a very fast speed, but he didn't dare to confirm that it must be it, so he asked aloud.

After all, he has been gone for a while. According to Ashmo's estimated distance, he should have returned long ago. If he hasn't returned for such a long time, I'm afraid something has happened.

"Yes." Andrina nodded slightly with a thought.

Hearing the words, Thorne immediately put away the composite longbow that had just been maintained, and got up and looked directly.

"Ouch..."

At this moment, the light blue pupils of the mixed-race Winter Wolf, who had been playing with Ashmo, flashed a faint light, and let out a low growl full of vigilance.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body bowed slightly, like a taut bowstring, and instantly passed over Ashmo's body and rushed towards the swaying bushes.

"Ouch! You dead dog, take it easy." The moment the half-blooded winter wolf plunged into the grass, the familiar scream of the little devil Simba sounded.

The three of them quickly looked over, and saw the half-blooded winter wolf holding a frantically struggling little rabbit in his mouth, and kept making weird cursing noises.

Seeing the eyes of the mixed-blood Winter Wolf approaching him and asking him for credit, Ashmo's head was covered in black lines, so he hurriedly reprimanded it softly: "Hurry up and let it go, my own."

The half-blooded winter wolf gave a humane nod, and immediately let go.

The little devil Simba took the opportunity to change back to his original body, flapping a pair of small dark red skin wings, and glaring at the mixed-blood winter wolf with cunning small eyes.

The half-blooded winter wolf felt the provocative gaze, let out a breath of cold air without showing weakness, raised his front paws, and grinned at the little devil.

"Sometimes I chopped up your dead dog, please let the paralyzed ranger eat dog meat hot pot together." The little devil said a cruel sentence and flew in the direction of Anderina.

Dog meat hot pot?

Thorne, who was lying on the gun inexplicably, subconsciously looked at Andrina beside him. Obviously, he could say such vulgar words from the magic pet's mouth, and it must have something to do with the master.

"Look at what I'm doing, this must have been learned from other players while hanging out in the tavern."

Andrina's face was embarrassed for a moment, and she directly distanced herself from the relationship. Seeing that the magic pet had already flown over, she immediately asked, "How is it, have you checked everything out?"

"That golden-eyed half-elf is too unreliable. He pointed in the wrong direction. It took me a long time to find it." The little devil Simba glanced at Ashmo and said indignantly:

"Look, you're as annoying as your dead dog, a ranger with half a bottle of vinegar, who almost killed a future **** fiend."

"I'm looking at you, come and bite me." Being mocked by a demon pet, Ashmo pouted and counterattacked without showing weakness, "It's just you, a **** fiend with a small body in the future, what are you doing? Not to mention that you are the Devil Lord."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, what do you do with the knowledge of a magic pet." Thorne felt a little big and stopped Ash Mo.

Ashmore saw that Thorne had spoken and knew the seriousness of the matter, so he shut up obediently and stopped using his words as abusive.

"Small, fight with me, you are still a little tender. I really thought that two half-elf rangers with half-bottles of vinegar together could become an elf ranger full of vinegar."

Seeing that Ashmo was silent, the little devil Simba taunted again.

"..." Ashmore.

"..." Thorne.

"Hurry up and report the situation!" Anderina said sharply with a cold expression.

The little devil shrank subconsciously, and said a little aggrievedly: "My most beautiful and beautiful master, don't you see that I am helping you?"

"You're talking too much nonsense today. No matter how dishonest you are, you will continue to stay in the dimensional space in the future." Andrina said with a straight face and expressionless face.

"Don't, I've been suffocating for the past few days." The little devil made a begging expression, and then began to honestly report the information of the reconnaissance: "Four abyss gnolls, a gnoll priest, and a number of two Twelve gnoll warriors."

"How can you be sure that it is the gnoll priest and the abyss gnoll." Ashmo asked in confusion.

The appearance of the abyss gnoll is different from other gnolls. It can be seen at a glance that only the gnoll priest is difficult to identify, unless the other party performs magic, or it cannot be confirmed.

But the magic pet in front of him can be confirmed clearly, which makes him a little suspicious.

"The ignorant half-bottle vinegar ranger, listen up, this uncle is from the Hell of Bato, the future **** purgatory, the breath of those funny people in the abyss, I am familiar with it, I smell Yeeno on the gnoll leader. Ancient chaos."

The little devil glared at Ashmo with disdain.

"So do you confirm the strength of the gnoll priest?" Thorne asked after thinking.

"This is not very clear." The little devil said truthfully.