Thorne got up early in the morning, opened the window, and looked into the distance. The crisp morning mist dimmed the rising sun on the horizon, making it less dazzling.

The breeze was blowing towards him, and he was used to the smell of blood. He couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. He suddenly felt that the cool air was filled with the fragrance of green grass, as well as the faint scent of wild flowers, with a sober sweetness. The taste is refreshing.

As a half-elf ranger with wood elf blood, he is very close to the breath of nature, and sometimes he even considers whether to live in seclusion in an uninhabited corner and spend the rest of his life in peace.

However, this kind of thought just passed by in a flash, and it was completely dispelled by his persistent heart. Obviously, that kind of secluded life is not suitable for him at all.

He pushed open the door and walked to the surging waterfall amid the slight trembling sound of the cabin. He saw the water falling from above, making a rumbling sound, as if playing a symphony full of rhythm.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye swept to the figure of the Fulong Beast, which curled up under a big tree in front of the door, snoring like thunder, and the green leaves trembled.

Then Thorne faced the not-so-dazzling morning light, put his head in his hands and crossed Erlang's legs, lying on his back on the flat stone whose edges and corners had long been smoothed out by the years.

He just lay there quietly, looking at the hazy sky rendered by the morning light. Until the morning fog dissipated, the red sun climbed to the top of the tower on the West Cliff, as if reminding the world that today is another sunny day.

Suddenly, strands of blue silk brushed gently across his cheeks, and the faint scent of violets mixed with the refreshing scent lingered in his nostrils again.

Thorne opened his eyes, and he was greeted by a pair of bright and beautiful eyes emitting a clear and dim light, and a touching smile just passed through the bottom of the eyes.

Andrina's half-bent body blocked the morning light, and a beautiful shadow shrouded him. The black hair like a waterfall fell from her shoulders, flashing with a silky soft luster. Cheeks swept back and forth.

"Come here." Thorne, who recovered, got up and looked at Andrina, who had already sat beside him, and said.

"Well, what's the matter?" Andrina nodded with a smile.

"You don't mean that your arcanist profession is difficult to get started. I will take you to meet someone in the lower city. She may be able to solve a lot of doubts for you." Thorne thought for a while and said with a mysterious smile.

"Who is it?" Andrina asked curiously.

"It's a goblin wizard player." Thorne said, he stood up directly, glanced at the dragon beast who was still sound asleep, set his eyes on Andrina, and motioned her to follow, then turned towards Go down town.

"Goblin?" Andrina muttered in a suspicious voice, then quickly followed Thorne's pace and walked side by side with him.

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Waterfall Shangzhen, Xiacheng District.

The cloud of war had dissipated yesterday, and the streets of the town slowly became lively.

Thorne, who was walking on the street with Andrina, suddenly noticed a figure heading towards the city gate and was about to leave. With a change of expression, he took her arm and stepped up to follow.

"Mr. Tosa, are you leaving so soon?" Thorne stopped the leaving figure and said in a slightly respectful tone.

"It's Thorne, yes, the Hobgoblins have been repelled. I have other things to do, so I won't stay here too much." The slowly walking figure heard Thorne's voice and stopped. He turned to look at him, stroked the beard that was flying in the wind, and showed a hearty smile.

The middle-aged man who spoke to Thorne was a fourth-order ranger from the Northland wasteland. His tall and burly physical features showed that he was a standard Northlander.

And this ranger named Tossa, like Thorne, is also a stalker of the Way of Silent, a believer in the patron saint of the northern ranger.

He was wearing a thin garment made of soft leather, walking barefoot, and a brown pentagram sashimi could be faintly seen on his deliberately open chest.

This is a special mark left by the Giron devotees in the North Wasteland to prove that they have dedicated themselves to the stalker organization of the Silent Way, and pay tribute to the Patronus of the Northland Rangers.

Since the physical image of Gyren Storm, the patron saint of the Northland Rangers, is a tall man with a long beard and long hair, his followers always like to let the hair and beard grow freely.

And the ranger Tossa in front of him is no exception.

In addition to a composite longbow and a bag full of arrows, this high-level ranger who has reached the Paragon's path also carries a two-handed great sword that exudes a light orange magical aura.

In the northern wasteland, the number of trolls is the most abundant, so as the stalkers of the silent way, most of their weapons have the fire attribute that inhibits the regeneration of trolls.

A few days ago, Thorne and this ranger met in Tranquil Forest, and it was this high-level ranger who came to help, which made him effortlessly persuade the ranger druids of the Temple of Merika, and rushed to the place in time. Go to Waterfall Town for support.

Thorne stepped forward and asked: "Mr. Tossa, I heard that there is a bow monastery in the Lost Star Mountains of the Northland Wasteland. If I have a chance, I will visit and follow in your footsteps and hunt together. Wild game."

"Bow Monastery?" The middle-aged ranger Tossa was stunned for a moment, with a strange look flashing in his eyes, and then said with a smile: "Yes, there is indeed such a place where the stalkers of the Way of Silence are all over the northern wasteland. , as long as you look for it according to the ranger mark, it is easy to find, and they will welcome you very much."

"Are you planning to go back to the Northland Wasteland?" Thorne, who did not notice the change in the other's expression, glanced in the direction of the city gate and asked again.

"I don't plan to go back for the time being. In the Desolate Skull Mountains, Mara's believers are not very safe recently. It is said that after the failure of the 'Deer Herding Banquet' last year, a small village living in seclusion in the valley was slaughtered, so I plan to go to the Desolate Mountains. Cultivation in the Skull Mountains for a while." The middle-aged ranger shook his head and told Thorne his plans.

Massacred a small village in seclusion in a valley?

Thorne's expression fluctuated, and he regained his calm again, and then said to the ranger in front of him: "Then, Mr. Tossa, I wish you a smooth journey, and may the patron saint of the Northland Ranger protect you."

The middle-aged ranger gave Thorne a hearty smile, nodded, stroked his fringed beard and turned away.

Thorne looked at the disappearing figure of the other party, and fell into a brief contemplation.

According to the high-level ranger just now, after the "Deer Herding Banquet" last year, the remaining believers of Mara massacred a small village in seclusion in the valley due to the failure of the hunting ritual.

When he heard the information about the small village living in seclusion in the valley, he immediately recalled the place where he temporarily settled in the Barren Head Mountains that night.

"Is it because of my temporary stay that led to the crazy revenge of the Mara believers?" Thorne guessed subconsciously.

Then he denied this conjecture, because when he planned to enter the small village and settle down, he had already considered whether such consequences would occur. Therefore, as he walked all the way, he had already used ranger magic to cover up the traces of his walking in advance. With the tracking ability of the Mara believers alone, they could not track his coming and going at all.

After all, what they are good at is scent tracking, and footprint tracking is what followers of the God of Tracking are best at.

Moreover, on the night he left the small village, he was very impressed by the old man who came out to help him out of the siege and welcomed him next time. He even suspected that this old man was probably a reclusive master. .

From the building traces in the village, he could see that it had existed for at least thirty or forty years, and that he was able to stand in the Barren Head Mountains for so long, how could he be easily taken by the believers of Mara because of his arrival break.

"It must be a small village somewhere else." Thorne, who wanted to understand, stopped worrying about this issue, and continued to walk towards the place where the people of Horn Town temporarily stayed with Andrina.

After the war with the Hobgoblins was over, the people in Horn Town still had a lot of follow-up matters to deal with. Except for the fact that the main force returned first, the important personnel did not leave in a hurry, but lived in the hotel that Torvi had placed for them.

As for what follow-up matters to deal with, it is nothing more than those issues of distributing the spoils and discussing the future trade development of the two towns.

After all, Horn Town is dominated by the evil humanoid race. Even under the leadership of the goblin wizard Malvasia, this evil nature has been changed a lot, but it is still an existence that is hostile to all civilization settlements. It is almost impossible to have fun together.

However, if the town wants to grow and develop, it cannot consolidate its self-proclaimed self-proclaimed self-proclaimed power. If Horn Town only relies on the poor forging technology of the kobolds, it will be difficult to produce any sophisticated equipment. Without weapons and equipment to strengthen its strength, what about expanding its territory and establishing a foothold in the wilderness.

Therefore, it is an imperative trend to establish trade relations with Pushang Town. Just like the more than 100 orc wolf cavalry soldiers who came to support yesterday, the curved-blade swords in their hands were provided by Pushang Town.

Now that the war is over, and there will be no more calamities for the time being, it is time for him to deal with the matter at hand, about the lost holy city of the dragonborn race: the city of Jinbatur.