Thorne said goodbye to the goblin wizard and walked down the spiral staircase to the door of Andrina's room on the eighth floor.

Looking at the closed door, he hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and knocked a few times.

After a while, the entire corridor seemed very quiet, and no sound came out.

Obviously, the owner of the room did not seem to notice the guests outside the door.

After a while, Thorne, who was standing in front of the door, looked at the doorknob with spell restrictions set in front of him. He thought about it for a while, and felt that waiting like this would not be the way to go, so he took out a talisman similar to the sapphire of the heart.

One of the functions of this amulet is to transmit the trigger of the magic circle. When the magic circle is activated, it can guide him to appear in the magic circle on the twelfth floor of the tower.

However, the scope is limited to the town of Falls.

Of course, there is also the most important role, which is to have all the permissions of the entire tower.

Therefore, Thorne intends to try it to see if he can open Andrina's boudoir, which is restricted by spells.

With a hint of curiosity, he began to try to tap the rune mark on the gate.

When the sapphire amulet touched the mark, a light blue magic light suddenly appeared, which startled Thorne, and the sound of the magic lock being opened immediately came from behind the door.

"It turned out to be really open." Thorne said to himself unexpectedly. He didn't expect that Andrina's boudoir was really not fortified against him. Is this intentionally implying that he committed a crime?

Thinking of this, Thorne let out a low, inaudible chuckle, and turned the door handle and walked in.

Immediately afterwards, everything inside also appeared in front of his eyes.

The bright room didn't look very big, and Thorne, who had excellent tracking ability, could easily see that the room should have been redecorated.

Once, he heard Anderina mention that this small room was originally a warehouse for piling sundries, and then she cleaned it up and decorated it into her own boudoir.

As for the original bedroom of this tower, for a girl like Anderina who has a slight cleanliness, she naturally doesn't like to live in it.

Besides, it's still a dead old man.

In response, Thorne could only shrug and smile helplessly.

On the ceiling of the room is a magic illuminator with constant "Lighting".

The tower has a pool of elements, and the insignificant mana consumption of the lighting lamp is dispensable.

Because of being in another world, Andrina doesn't have much sense of security, so no matter what time, she always likes to illuminate the room like daylight.

For Thorne, it's the exact opposite.

It may be because he has mastered the shadow ability because of the practice of Shadow Hand.

Interspersed with bright light, he prefers darkness a little more.

Of course, except for the Underdark, that kind of place has been divided into a forbidden place in his heart.

The floor of the room is covered with soft and violent chinchilla carpets. The price of this fur starts with a hundred gold coins. Even in the aristocratic circle, most nobles do not dare to be so extravagant.

There is no decoration on the white walls, only a few framed sketches are hung. Although they are only simple sketches, they look vivid.

Among these sketches, apart from a few simple sketches of the town overlooking the waterfall, the Great Sword Marked Mountains and the Emerald Fields, one was so detailed that it directly attracted Thorne's gaze and could not be moved away.

It was a picture: in the setting sun, at the top of the tower, one back leaned on the shoulders of the other back, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery together.

Seeing this, Thorne's expression moved for a moment, then smiled, swept over the dresser near the window, and locked it to a soft bed.

The whole room was filled with a faint fragrance of violets, which he could still distinguish because it was exactly the same as Andrina's body fragrance.

At this moment, Andrina was lying on the soft bed wearing a snow-white nightgown. Her elegant sleeping posture was as pleasing to the eye as her soft and serene personality.

The lavender quilt didn't cover her entirely, only a corner rested on her flat belly, which gave Thorne more space for appreciation, and also feasted his eyes.

He admired Andrina's long black hair that spread like clouds, her eyelashes like butterflies fluttering, her pretty face, her slightly undulating chest, her fair and slender thighs, and the great whiteness she could see through the gap at the neck of her pajamas.

It has to be said that he felt a fatal attraction and temptation in Andrina.

At this time, Thorne has been deeply attracted by the charm she exudes and can't extricate himself.

When he locked his gaze on the two small bumps hidden by the nightgown, his heartbeat involuntarily quickened a bit, and a dry mouth appeared in his mouth.

Thorne took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse in his heart, closed the door behind him gently, and walked towards her bed as if nothing had happened.

He sat beside Anderina's bed, forcibly averted his eyes from the full neckline, and gently brushed away the strands of hair that covered her pretty face.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her gently between the eyebrows, then reached out and rubbed her long smooth black hair, and said with a smile, "Get up, don't pretend to be asleep."

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The Forest of Tranquility, the deepest part of the Hulk Hobgoblin camp.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, the warriors of the Hulk Hobgoblin have set off, haven't the believers of Mara yet?"

The Hobgoblin leader stood side by side with the shadow called the High Priest beside him. He looked at the quiet jungle and frowned.

"Don't be impatient, I'll be there soon, esteemed leader." Sombra's voice was still low and hoarse.

In this way, the two stood quietly in place for a while, and there were bursts of rapid rustling and the faint roar of wild beasts from the depths of the jungle.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, vigorous figures leaping among the trees appeared one after another in front of the Hobgoblin leader and the shadow.

"I made you wait for a long time, the leader of the Heruk Hobgoblin." A gnoll with dark hair covering his whole body showed a grim smile and extended his claws to greet the two of them.

"Don't forget your promise, otherwise...hehe, the Hulk Hobgoblin will pay the most expensive price!"

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and what appeared was a very strong and giant-looking boar man. He was carrying two iron hammers, his sharp fangs were exposed, and his face was terrifying.

"boom!"

After the wild boar man finished speaking, he waved the two long-handled round hammers in his hands, and saw that the two round hammers the size of the washbasin collided with each other in an instant.

"Don't be so cranky, be careful, don't freak out our guests."

The shadows in the dark distorted.

A petite rat-man appeared strangely in front of everyone. He twirled a dagger with a flickering cold light in his hand, and shook the rat whiskers with uneven corners of his mouth, revealing a treacherous sneer.

"Hurry up and open the door. We, the people of black blood, will use the stalkers of the Way of Silent as sacrifices tonight, and let the entire waterfall town fall into the hunting ritual. This will definitely attract the attention of my lord."

As soon as the Rat Man's voice fell, a thin old man, leaning on crutches and shrouded in black robes, walked over surrounded by many hunters.

"As you wish." The shadow beside the hobgoblin leader replied indifferently, and then snapped his fingers, and two high-level hobgoblin priests walked over from the direction of the Temple of the Almighty.

Afterwards, Sombra carefully took out a flat clod with a rough five-star paw print pattern engraved on it.

The two high-level priests who rushed over immediately took out the holy emblem of the oozing axe and blade, facing the pattern on the clod, and at the same time chanting an obscure divine spell.

This continued for a while, and a teleportation circle wrapped all the hunters, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Go in peace, your family and children will take care of you when I arrive at the Great Sword Mark Mountains." The shadow looked at the disappearing hunter, whispered to himself, then turned and threw it to the hobgoblin beside him The leader gave a delicate whistle and said:

"This is the tool to wake the sleeping green dragon, and I'm leaving with my spark plan. Farewell, esteemed hobgoblin leader."

After speaking, the shadow turned and left without hesitation.

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Waterfall Shangzhen, Xiacheng District.

Carlos stood on the city wall, looking at the hobgoblin army marching in the distance surrounded by countless torches, and immediately issued a defensive order.

In the sound of the dense footsteps, all the guards in Waterfall Town clenched their weapons and watched the advancing enemy in earnest.

"Master, is there any news from Thorne?" At this time, Carlos noticed the Druid Master Qingchen walking over and asked with a slightly dignified expression.

The news of the Hobgoblin attack on Waterfall Town was exactly what Thorne conveyed to them, so before the Hobgoblin army approached, he had already prepared for it, but what puzzled him was that Thorne had not been seen for a long time.

"The people of black blood from the Great Sword Mark Mountains have already set their sights on the Emerald Tower, and they are also in crisis." Master Qingchen glanced at the direction of the tower with a worried look, and said slowly.

People of Black Blood!

This is a hunting organization formed by a group of lycanthropes who believe in the **** of hunting.

These ruthless hunters live in the depths of the Great Sword Mark Mountains. They live by hunting. Following the will of the God of Hunting and their own animal instincts, they hunt in groups of all intelligent creatures and civilization settlements until the Kill all the prey until they are clean.

Although known as an organization, the people of black blood have no political goals. Their only hobby is to live like beasts, through endless hunting, to please the **** of hunting and to gain the protection of the gods.

As for the information of the people of black blood, Master Qingchen naturally knows clearly, because the druids of the Jade Garden often go to the deepest part of the Dajianhen Mountains to track the traces of the people of black blood, and mercilessly destroy their lair.

"It turned out to be the people of black blood." Carlos whispered to himself, his expression moved, and then he glanced at the tower with concern, and said slowly: "I hope they can get through this crisis smoothly."

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