There was a thin rosy morning glow in the east, and the rising smoke from the rooftops gave the sky a pearly tint.

In the vast morning light, the crows of the roosters in the sunset fishing village echoed each other, rendering the tranquility before dawn even more.

"Village Chief! The big thing is bad!"

Accompanied by a panicked cry, an armored militia guard stood in front of the door, knocking on the closed door continuously, scaring a swaggering rooster to the roof.

Work in a while.

The disheveled village chief Hader walked out of the house shaking his fat body with his coat in hand.

"What happened?" There was a slight chill in the early morning air, and the village chief asked while looking at the pale sky while wrapping his thick coat.

"Longyan Reef is abnormal." The militia guard said solemnly.

"Longyan Reef." The village chief repeated, his face changed slightly, and he immediately asked, "What's going on?"

Longyan Reef is a group of rocks formed by a volcano. It is located at the end of the southwest cape of Sunset Fishing Village. As long as you stand on the tower of the village, you can see its vague outline.

This is not important, the most important thing is that since the Sea of ​​​​Glory is connected to the Shadowmoon Inner Sea, a tribe of sahuagins has gathered near Longyan Reef.

From the battle marks left on the iron gate at the only entrance to the village, we can see that there have been countless conflicts between the Sunset Fishing Village and the Sahuayu people in the past three years.

Although they can repel the sahuayu many times, these amphibious deep-sea devils live in the deep sea, and it is impossible to cut them down.

"Late night last night, a storm suddenly rolled up near Longyan Reef, and then someone found that many sahuagins were gathering there." The militia guard said truthfully:

"Now, the vicinity of Longyan Reef is surrounded by thick fog, and it is still unclear what happened inside, so I suspect..."

The guard did not continue, but the village chief, whose expression had changed drastically, had already guessed something, and his voice trembled a little: "Go and call Morgan over here, and let him send someone to investigate what happened."

The guard heard the words, nodded in response, and sped away.

Soon, a Druid player Morglin with disheveled hair and an animal skin coat hurried over.

"Village chief, what happened?" Moglin looked at the worried village chief.

"I suspect that the sahua fish people of Longyan Reef are likely to launch a new round of attacks here." The village chief Hader sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, looking worriedly at the calm sea.

"Sahuagin never choose to attack during the day. Besides, the weather is very good today. We can take this opportunity to ask Twin Towers for help." The Druid looked up at the rosy glow in the east, and thought for a moment. Looking at the village head to make his own suggestions.

This sunset fishing village on the Shadowmoon Coast is one of the villages under the jurisdiction of Twin Towers Town. If they encounter trouble, they will usually ask the town for help in advance.

It only takes half a day for the guards of Shuangta Town to arrive to support, which is the real reason why this small fishing village can stand still.

"To tell you the truth, the town of Shuangta is now facing the threat of the Barren Skull Mountains. Our small fishing village, which will only cause them trouble most of the time, has been abandoned long ago." The village chief leaned on his elbows beside him. The stone table, rubbing his temples, said with a bit of a headache.

Facing the harassment of a small group of sahuagins, the strength of the Sunset Fishing Village can still be resisted, but from the situation described by the guard just now, this group of sahuagins that can raise a storm is definitely not that simple. It is possible that there are powerful sahuagin priestesses.

"Oh! That's right." Suddenly, the village chief seemed to remember something, and looked at the Druid in front of him and said: "There is not a priest from the Temple of Merikai in our village, you can ask her to help contact the traveler. Ranger at a nearby temple."

"She left with her companion last night." Druid Morglin smiled helplessly.

He still didn't understand why the half-elf priest suddenly left.

The only thing that is clear is that this priest seems to know the ranger they invited yesterday, and there should be some kind of unclear relationship between the two.

It is said that the two chatted for a while on the balcony, and the beautiful half-elf priest inexplicably left with her companion, a little girl who did not attend the wedding banquet.

After keeping an eye on it, he also specifically inquired about the reason.

Some people say that the ranger molested the half-elf priest, even forcibly kissed her, and even claimed to have witnessed the two of them burrowing into the woods together...

For these rumors that spread more and more outrageous, the Druid seemed to be dreaming back to the modern age, he smiled indifferently, and had the right to entertain after dinner.

"Then...isn't there another person from Pushang Town..." The village chief's eyes flickered, and he pointedly said: "Didn't you say that this Ranger Lord is from the same place as you, Maybe let him help us defuse this crisis."

"Let's go over and try it first. If it really doesn't work, we'll think of other ways." said Druid Moglin, who was a little out of his mind.

He only knew a rough idea of ​​this mysterious ranger from the town of Falls.

The other party lives in a secluded place all day long and rarely shows up. He can be said to be the most mysterious compatriot in the entire Emerald Wilderness.

The village chief was able to invite this mysterious ranger, for him, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been unbelievable.

Therefore, he can only try it with the mentality of giving it a try.

Of course, if the other party is really willing to take action, this abandoned sunset fishing village can easily resolve the crisis from the Sahuagin.

After that, the two walked towards the place where the Ranger lived.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

There was a slight knock on the door, and a dazed answer came from the room.

"Dear Lord Thorne, I'm Hader, the village head of Sunset Fishing Village. I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest." Hearing the vague words, the village head and the druid around him looked at each other. In a respectful tone.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight sound of getting up and getting dressed in the room.

After a while, the door was opened, and a minstrel Gilt wearing a light green jacket appeared in the expectant gaze of the two.

"Why are you? You're not in the sheep...Aren't you resting in the woodshed?" Seeing the poet walking out, the village chief Hader craned his neck and glanced at the room, and found that there was no one there.

"Okay! It turns out that you arranged a sheepfold for me last night. No wonder why I smelled sheepish when I went in." The bard, who was about to raise his head and yawn, suddenly stopped. Happy, his expression changed, and he asked angrily:

"Didn't I just chat with that pretty girl in your village for a while more than half a year ago. Do you hate me so much?"

"Are you chatting? Anyone who chats is the same as you, you shameless vulgar poet." When the village Hader heard this, a nameless fire filled his chest wrapped in fat.

However, for the sake of business, he finally forcibly resisted the urge to kick up.

"Why not chatting? I think the two of us are having a good time chatting." Gilt retorted back without showing weakness, and then provocatively said with a smirk:

"Besides, she is a little brown-haired beauty with slender eyelashes, and she also wears a virgin debate, and that little braid hangs all the way down to her cute little buttocks, if you don't pinch it, it's just a sin, So I couldn't help but squeeze a few times."

"By the way, why didn't I see her last night, where did that little beauty go?" After the poet finished speaking, he turned his eyes to the Druid next to the village chief, and said brazenly.

"Don't be delusional, she has become the apprentice priest of Merikai Temple." Seeing the bard who had regained his true nature, Morglin's goodwill towards him had disappeared without a trace last night, he said coldly:

"We didn't come to you, nor did we ask you why you stayed here last night, I..."

"I know, you're here to find Thorne, right?" Gilt leaned against the door frame, sorted out the pheasant feathers on his dome hat, interrupted the Druid with a smile, and poked his ears again. : "I'm not too sure, I should have left last night."

"Leave?" Morgan couldn't help but startled when he heard the words, and asked in doubt, "Aren't you two together? Why did he leave you here alone?"

If the other party really leaves, he can only find a way to deal with the sahuagin.

He has regarded Sunset Fishing Village as his only home in this world, so he must not watch it turn into the waves set off by the Sahuagin.

"What else does he dare not, even a beautiful half-elf priest..." Gilt said, as if he felt inappropriate, he forcibly stopped it, thought about it seriously, and then said, "It should be going out. Relax, just wait a moment."

After speaking, he went back to the room and started to pack up.

Relax?

Moglin and the village chief looked at each other, suppressed their doubts, looked out of the village together, and waited patiently here.

But the druids always felt that the so-called "relaxation" in Geert's mouth was not ordinary relaxation, but more like it had a certain meaning.

As the sky gradually brightened at dawn, the golden dawn was sent into the vast sea and this small fishing village, and a figure walking out of the light morning mist caught the eyes of the two waiting patiently.

Thorne, who was going to call Gilt to go to Twin Towers Town with him, found two people standing at the door.

Taking a closer look, it was the Mayor of Sunset Fishing Village who invited him here and the groom yesterday, who couldn't help but wonder, "This is you two?"

The Druid player Morglin noticed the gaze cast by the other party, and he found that the mysterious ranger had clean hair and clean clothes, and was completely unaffected by the morning mist and dew.

He is very familiar with the climate in this area.

As it belongs to the coastal area, the humidity is very heavy every morning, and sometimes the thick fog will gather until noon and gradually dissipate.

As a ranger, the other party can keep it clean and tidy inadvertently, which shows that the other party's strength is strong.

The most important thing is that this Ranger seems to be approachable, but the calm and serious temperament exuded by the whole person actually made him feel inexplicably the danger of keeping away from strangers, making him dare not look directly at him.

So he could only bite the bullet and come out: "That's it, Mr. Thorne. It's mainly about the sahuagin..."

Before he finished speaking, Thorne reached out his hand to interrupt it. He looked at the druid player whose eyes were drooping and dared not look at him, thought for a moment, and confirmed to him: "It's under the volcano in the southwest corner. The sahuagin tribes living in the rocky reefs?"

"Exactly!" The Druid was surprised, wondering why the other party knew about the place, he told the Ranger solemnly:

"The guards of the village found the storm that was raised there and the gathering of sahuagins late last night, so we suspect that the sahuagin tribe is likely to pose a great threat to the village tonight."

"Aren't you very close to Twin Towers Town?" Thorne immediately guessed the other party's real intention to find him, and he couldn't help but wonder.

Sunset Fishing Village belongs to Shuangta Town. They pay taxes to the lord of Shuangta Town every year, and Shuangta Town is naturally obliged to protect the safety of the village.

Now, when he was in danger, he didn't want to go to Twin Towers Town for help, but came to him, which made him a little curious.

"The town of Shuangta is too busy to take care of itself now, how can it take care of our small coastal village." The village chief Hader smiled bitterly and said with a very helpless expression.

"Then you mean, let me help you clean up the sahuagins of the reefs, is that so?" Thorne looked at the two people who were a little cramped in front of him, and said bluntly.

"Exactly." Druid Morglin nodded pleadingly.

After being personally admitted by the other party, Thorne frowned slightly and began to think.

The village chief and the druid became uneasy when they sensed the ranger's expression.

Obviously all worried that the mysterious ranger from the town of Falls would not be willing to take action.

Faced with the frustration of leaving the fate of the village in the hands of others, Druid Moglin secretly swore in his heart that when he survived this crisis, he must say goodbye to his lazy and flat life completely and raise his level as soon as possible. Only in this way can we have the ability to protect this small fishing village along the coast.

"I caused the storm last night, and I have also cleaned up the gathered sahuagins." Thorne pondered for a while, then turned his eyes to Druid Moglin and said, "Since the town of Twin Towers ignores you, I think you might consider Fallstown."

After speaking, he ignored the shocked expressions of the two of them, looked around with scrutiny eyes, looked at the calm sea, and said:

"Maybe in the near future, this place will become a good port. Well, if you have time, you can personally go to the town of Falls and take this token to find Carlos."

Thorne took out a silver emblem jewelry exclusive to the town of Falls and handed it to the Druid.

When he left Waterfall Town, he asked Carlos for a lot of this kind of token, so that he could easily guide them after encountering such a situation.

He gave Morgan a meaningful look and said, "Since you have established your own family here, you must take on the responsibility of protecting your family."

"Respected village chief, thank you very much for your hospitality last night, which really impressed me. So, farewell!" Thorne came to the village chief Hader and bowed slightly.

Then they walked out of the village with the bard Geert who just came out of the room.

"Have you figured it out?" After walking out of the village, Gilt finally couldn't help but speak out.

"I figured it out." Thorne looked at the blue sea, and Lilia's sweet smile and those beautiful pale blue eyes appeared in his mind involuntarily.

"Oh, by the way. Do you know what the main content of a "Blue Pearl" ballad is about?" Thorne suddenly asked curiously as the silhouette of the Sunset Fishing Village disappeared from their sight.

"The Blue Pearl?" Gilt stopped in surprise, then plucked the strings, ready to sit on the soft grass to compose this song.

"I want an easy-to-understand version." Thorne emphasized solemnly.

He didn't want to hear this complete poem with a beautiful melody, because he had a hunch that it would be a sad story, like a mermaid abandoned by a prince.

"I really can't help you. You don't choose to listen to such a beautiful ballad. Besides, the greatest poet and artist in the entire Corina peninsula played it for you." The stinky poet Geert stepped out of the grass in a depressing manner. He sat up, went to Thorne, and said:

"This ballad tells the story of a ranger and a priestess:

They met on the seashore, among the screaming seagulls, they fell in love at first sight when they first met, they had sincere love, and they ignored death, because even death could not separate them, let alone destroy this love. And the bond between them is a blue pearl. "

"However, I think you should also understand that the real purpose of the ballad is not to make people believe, but to move people." The poet added with a smile.

After listening to Gilt's words, Thorne was silent for a long time.

"I won't be as stupid as the pastor of "Blue Pearl", I will always wait for you."

Thorne's mind flashed the last words the half-elf priest had left him.

He couldn't help looking at a sky-blue pearl with a milky white luster and a perfectly smooth texture, the size of a soaked pea, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

"Hey... do you really plan to make her a defeated dog?"

"roll!"

"okay!"

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