"Yes, yes, I'm also curious about what happened to this so-called Lich Winster."

The bard Gilt pushed open the door in the side of the hall and walked in, sat on the chair next to Thorne, and looked at the two of them curiously.

He was about to continue speaking when he suddenly felt the gaze from the ranger beside him, and immediately shut up again.

The witches Cecil and Alvi looked at each other, and finally the always silent witch turned her gaze to Thorne, hesitated for a moment, and said softly:

"I have made it very clear before that the small village was destroyed by the Mara believers three years ago, and my teacher Winster died because of this."

"Then what's the matter with the negative energy breath you mentioned?" Thorne pondered for a moment, looked at her thoughtfully, and asked again, "What your teacher wanted to give me before he died. What is it."

Since the Winster he had seen in the underground space of Twin Towers was a lich, the negative energy aura mentioned by the other party was absolutely inseparable from the lich.

From this, it can be seen that the small valley where they live is likely to hide a secret lair of the lich.

"That night, the village was surrounded by hunters, and everyone was covering me to escape. There was no chance to ask what was left for you, nor was there a chance to investigate why the valley suddenly overflowed with negative energy. breath."

Cecil put her elbows on the armrest of the chair and supported her forehead. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she told Thorne truthfully with a little helplessness.

"That is to say, in the past three years, you have never returned to that small valley to investigate." Thorne looked at the unnatural-looking witch and expressed his guess.

Obviously, although three years have passed since the tragedy in the valley, he can see that whenever the other party mentions it, it seems that some painful memory has been touched.

Although the seemingly strong witch was trying to suppress, trying to pretend to be calm, Thorne was clearly aware of the subtle changes in her mood.

As the saying goes, the strong are easy to be strong, just as the weak are easy to be weak. After so many years, most of the people who have survived to this day have this strong belief.

Because everyone knows that the most terrible enemy is the lack of strong beliefs.

"Of course I've been there." The witcher denied Thorne's guess. She paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said to him in detail:

"Because there is a high-level hunter who is proficient in necromancy among Mara's followers, the negative energy aura that can overflow in the valley has naturally become a treasure for him to improve his strength. Therefore, the valley will naturally become A place where hunters live. With my current strength, how can I drive away all those powerful hunters."

After listening to Cecil's final explanation, Thorne finally understood her true intentions from the words that went around.

In fact, the other party said so much, nothing more than wanting him to help them drive away the hunters in Mara, and then take out the items hidden in the small valley, or explore some secrets.

Thinking of this, he leaned against the back of the chair lightly, and tapped the arm of the chair with the index finger of his right hand, showing a contemplative look.

The sorceress Cecil's clear eyes secretly glanced at the thinking ranger, and her expression became nervous.

Before she accompanied Alvie into the hall, Alvie had sworn to her that if they could persuade the ranger from the town of Falls to help, they would be absolutely sure to eliminate the hunters in the valley.

However, seeing the silence of the other party, she began to worry in her heart that the Emerald Tower Master, who had cooperated with the female lord, refused to assist them in revenge.

The bright and spacious hall became silent due to the silence of the people present, only the breeze blew through the shutters, making a light squeak.

A willow warbler with olive green feathers flew from the grove to the window sash, making a thin, sharp and crisp 'boy' sound from time to time.

The female lord Alvi seemed to sense the worried look from Cecil, she sighed slightly, picked up a glass of wine beside the table and took a sip.

Then, she looked at the ranger beside her who was still contemplating, lightly opened her red lips, and said slowly:

"Mr. Thorne, I'll tell you the truth. The reason why I was able to take in Cecil and let them work for me and help manage the Twin Towers Town was mainly because I promised them that I would definitely help them report this slaughter village. For revenge, clean up all the hunters in the valley."

In any case, she had just formed a verbal ally with Thorne and successfully obtained the protection of the Emerald Tower.

This also means that the other party is likely to help her clear the valley of hunters.

Despite this, she couldn't help but feel nervous when she looked at the other party with a displeased expression.

Looking at the calm and calm face of the Ranger aside, and the trace of eyes that always hangs in those black eyes, it will be slightly alienated and indifferent to anyone. Alvie remembered her inadvertent and subtle hint to him just now, but the other party didn't respond, which made her feel as if she had been hit hard, and sighed heavily in the depths of her heart.

As soon as Alvey finished speaking, the poet Gilt on the other side saw that the other party was still unmoved, and he finally couldn't help but comfort him:

"Thorn, I think, everyone is from the same place. This kind of thing is easy for you, you can help if you can, let's talk about it..."

"Shut up!" Before Gilt could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Thorne's scolding.

Thorne sat up straight, staring quietly at the slightly cramped witch with his hands on his lap not far away, he said in a flat tone:

"Ms. Cecil, I want to know that you told me when we met yesterday that your teacher, Winster, has something very important for me, yes."

"Exactly." The witch nodded to him without hesitation. She met the gaze of the ranger and said, "This item is in the underground space where the negative energy aura overflows in the valley."

Thorne withdrew his gaze. He had seen that the other party did not look like a lie, so he swallowed the brewed words again and stopped asking.

The reason why he thought about it for so long was mainly to judge whether the witch who could recognize at a glance that he had appeared in the valley was telling him the truth, and whether it was intentional for him to help. Make up such a lie.

Now it looks more like he is overthinking it.

However, the ensuing questions confounded him even more.

That was why Winster, who had only met him twice, gave him a vital thing.

Could it be that he had calculated three years ago that he would go to the extremely cold place, and then let the witch Cecil wait for him here all the time? Thinking of this, Thorne couldn't help but be surprised.

If it was as he guessed, Winster, who called himself the Astral Insight, would be terrifying.

Although the witch Cecil said that the old man named Winster in the valley had long since died, Thorne knew very well that Winster, who was transformed into a lich, was definitely hiding in the extreme cold north of the Northland Wasteland. land.

Otherwise, Martha wouldn't let him give him a space ring obtained from a demi-plane.

Thorne thought it was necessary to make a trip to the valley to see what secrets about the Seekers were hidden inside.

In the past, he would try to distance himself from the Insight Organization as much as possible, but the more he wanted to distance himself, the deeper the connection between the two became.

Now, with the success of Martha's consecration and the protection of her compatriots in the Emerald Fields, the old man who taught him the Nine Swords and the entire Winter City died.

This made him understand that the fate of their players was definitely tied to the Insights.

As for their purpose of killing gods and creating gods, I am afraid that only when they get to Sigil City will they truly understand.

"I agree to help you deal with Mara's hunters." Thorne, who had already thought through the problem, looked at the two ladies who looked a little uneasy and said.

Seeing that the two of them were obviously relieved, Thorne couldn't help laughing, and then continued to ask: "Although I agree to help you deal with Mara's hunters, have you considered a problem."

After speaking, he deliberately paused, and when the two looked at him in confusion, he looked at the witch again and expressed his concerns:

"You have said just now that there is a high-level hunter who is proficient in necromancy among the Mara believers in the valley. Are you so confident that you can deal with the fourth-level hunter with my ability? the person?"

He was telling the truth. As for the hunter who had reached the fourth rank, when he once participated in the 'Deer Herding Banquet' held by the Mara believers, he was fortunate enough to witness the figure of the other party in the dark, and his terrifying strength Also somewhat understand.

Therefore, he will not be arrogant and think that with his second-order extraordinary strength, he can really touch the hunters of the fourth-order paradigm of porcelain.

As a hunter whose strength has reached the fourth rank and is also proficient in necromancy, this means that the opponent's strength can completely achieve the ability to kill him with one blow.

Unless the two steel golems in the Emerald Tower are used, there is still a certain chance of winning, but the core strength of these two steel golems guarding the tower will never be used unless it is a last resort. If you are exploited by an enemy hidden in the dark, you will lose more than you gain.

And he will never use the power of the wizard tower because of this.

Hearing Thorne's question, the female lord Alvi looked relieved. She first nodded to Cecil, indicating that she should not worry, and then looked at the ranger sitting opposite the wooden table.

She found that until this moment, she finally dispelled the inexplicable unease and embarrassment that had arisen in her heart when she faced this ranger.

A confident and comforting smile appeared on Alvie's delicate cheeks, and said to Thorne, "If Mr. Thorne is worried that he can't deal with that high-level hunter, then you can rest assured."

Seeing the other party's calm smile, Thorne couldn't help but get interested, and he asked curiously, "So, you have already been looking for someone to deal with the hunters."

"That's right." Alvie nodded gently to Thorne.

"I don't understand even more. Since you can find candidates to deal with high-level hunters, why do you still need my help?" Thorne looked at the female lord puzzled after hearing this.

"Because there are more than one hunter in the valley, there is a tribe of people of black blood with more than 200 people gathered there." Alvey's beautiful eyes met Thorne with no scruples, and the corners of her mouth twitched. With a slight smile, he said:

"If we want to completely eradicate it, we must have absolute crushing power. The candidate to deal with the high-level hunter is only a restraint. The key to the real decision of victory and defeat requires your action."

"Then don't your Twin Towers Town have any strength that can be resisted?" Thorne suddenly remembered that when he and Gilt entered the inner fort, they saw a military barracks large enough to accommodate about 200 people.

He would not blindly think that there would be no armed forces and private troops in the town of Twin Towers.

"Is there any need to ask? I guessed it by just thinking about it." Hearing Thorne's puzzled question, Gilt, who was a bystander, felt very bored, so he grabbed the female lord's words and explained to him with a smile. :

"Let me give you an example. When I went to play in the mountain village where my grandfather lived, such a funny thing happened. There was a river in front of our house. There lived an otter in the river. It often got into my yard. , kill the domestic hen, this kind of thing is very cunning, it always sneaks in when I go out to play... It only appears when my grandfather is alone to watch the house. You know, my grandfather's head is a little confused, Two legs ain't easy. As if that son of a **** knew that."

"You just say that the town's defense force is empty, and the enemy will take the opportunity to make trouble. There is so much bullshit." Thorne glanced at Gilt, who had talked a lot of nonsense, and figured out the reason.

Then, he looked at Alvie who was smiling, nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I can rest assured. I promise to participate in this siege of the Mara hunters."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Thorne." Seeing that the overall situation was settled, the witch Cecil looked overjoyed, and immediately got up and walked to Thorne, bowed slightly, and bowed gracefully.

"You're welcome, as a follower of the God of Tracking, these horse hunters are my responsibility. The reason why I haven't responded is because I want to understand things more clearly." Thorne waved his hand. , said the truth with a calm face.

The witch Cecil gave Thorne a grateful look, bowed again, and returned to her seat.

"That's the decision. Then, I will let Cecil and her elf friend Lance accompany you with you." Alvie looked at Thorne and said, "Mr. Thorne thinks it's better to go to the Desolate Skull Mountains. It's safe, I'll make arrangements early."

Thorne put his arm on the table, tapped the table lightly, was silent for a while, and looked up at the female lord: "I plan to go to the Tower of the Seven Sages, and I will set off in two days."

"The Tower of the Seven Sages?" Alvey glanced at him in surprise, her eyes flickered, as if she had guessed his general intention, but did not ask.

"Oh, yes. Ms. Alvey, can you tell me who is responsible for dealing with the high-level hunters this time?" Thorne, who was planning to leave, seemed to remember something and asked curiously.

If you want to contain high-level hunters, your own strength must reach high-level or above.

Professionals who can reach high-level, and then go down to the next level to advance is the legend of destiny.

"It's the legion commander guarding the cliff castle in the Wild Skull Mountains, a high-level paladin of the true god." Alvi said to him without any hesitation.

Turned out to be a paladin!

Hearing the news, Thorne couldn't help but glance at the female lord of Twin Towers.

Apparently surprised that she was able to invite a paladin.

Hearing that he was a high-ranking paladin, Thorne was relieved.

After all, in this world, among all professionals, the most reassuring teammates are undoubtedly this group of paladins.

He didn't ask any more questions, simply explained a few words to the other party, then turned and left.