Because of the frequent magic and the large consumption of mana during battle, the calm time after the battle is perfect for practice.

So even though it was late at night, Alan didn't go to sleep, but meditated in a cleaned tent.

After dozens of practices, he has now mastered the use of the Truth Talent, and the duration of the Truth Talent in the meditative state is gradually increasing.

Alan is also groping for ways to capture starlight, and he finds that as long as he can grasp the appropriate distance between the black transparent border and the starlight outside, he will not feel the sting in the process of capturing starlight, and he will not be forced to interrupt his meditation.

Alan is now able to judge the distance between the two by the light and shade of the starlight, and has become more and more proficient in capturing it, and gradually the efficiency of meditation has also increased.

It's just that this type of meditation is very draining, and every time it lasts, Alan needs to stop for a break, or get up and take a walk.

After a busy night's camp cleaned up most of the gnoll's camp, but there was still some smell of blood, Eren got out of the tent and turned to the other side, and Crescent Moon got up and followed.

The forest moisture that was almost dawn was very heavy, this wet feeling was refreshing, and there was no body odor of the gnolls around, and Alan involuntarily took a few deep breaths.

"Huh?"

Feeling refreshed, Alan looked forward and found a familiar figure sitting on a slope.

"What's wrong, can't you sleep?"

After confirming that it was Olya, Alan waved his hand and motioned for Crescent Moon to go back to rest, and walked to the elven princess alone.

"Companions from the tribe who are still worried, right?"

Olya nodded, she was always in high spirits in the past, and she looked lonely when she was full of energy.

"Say, shouldn't I have fled in the first place? In that case, the Great Elder wouldn't have easily taken control of the Windwhispering Tribe, Kyle wouldn't have rebelled so easily, and perhaps the Windwhispering Tribe wouldn't have been destroyed. ”

"Well, you're right. ”

Alan sat down next to Olya and shook her head earnestly.

"Sure enough, that's what you thought. The loneliness on Olya's face was a little thicker.

"Not really,"

Alan reached out and gently lifted a few strands of hair from Olya's cheek and pulled them behind her pointed ears.

"I just think the best way to communicate with a little fool is not to contradict all her ideas. ”

“......”

Olya was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, "Are you calling me stupid?"

"I just want to communicate with you in the best way possible. ”

Alan looked at Olya extremely seriously, and her solemn expression instantly made Olya laugh angrily, pouting and reaching out to pinch him.

"Stop, don't do it, hiss......"

The collision between the two fingers of the archer pinching the arrow and the soft flesh on his waist made Alan gasp.

Olya also knew that the mage's physique was weak, and she deliberately controlled the strength of her hand, and immediately let go of her hand after seeing Allen's painful expression.

"You say, I was kind enough to comfort you, and you still did it?"

Olya glanced at Alan, not thinking that he was comforting herself at all, but in fact, after Allen stirred it up like this, her mood was indeed much better.

"After the matter has passed, you are right in whatever you say, because there are countless possibilities for hypothesis, and I have no way to refute you, and there is no point. ”

After seeing that Olya's mood had shifted a bit, Alan said, "That's why I said that what you think is right.

But what about after that? The Windwhispering Tribe can't come back, and the dead people can't wake up. ”

"Of course, it's normal to be sad when you lose your fellow people, all emotions are normal, I just hope Olya you don't deny yourself, because there are still many elves waiting for you to help them hold up a piece of the sky. ”

Eren is not good at comforting others, so he can only tell Olya to comfort himself when he is in trouble, hoping that she will get better.

"But I still want them to ......"

Olya took a deep breath and leaned on Alan's shoulder.

Alan stroked her hair and whispered, "I know." ”

Olya has lost her mother, and now she has lost the tribe in which she pinned her hopes, and no matter how strong she is, she will not be able to bear it.

"I'll accompany you to get them all back, and work with you to rebuild the Windwhispering Tribe. ”

"Hmmm......"

After learning that the Windwhispering Tribe was gone, Olya's heart had been empty, as hopeless as a mechanical puppet of a lost mission, and floating around like duckweed on water.

But at this moment, she leaned on Allen's body, and her unstable heart was also calmed, and he also gave her hope that she belonged to the Windwhispering Tribe.

Perhaps since Olya joined Merlin's territory, she has gradually turned Alan into her backbone.

However, while Olya was enjoying the warmth of Allen in the dawn, a strange voice suddenly sounded in the jungle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

Olya was very alert, and the bow and arrow in her right hand suddenly lifted, and immediately aimed at the direction where the voice came from, but Alan on the side hurriedly stopped it.

"Wait, this voice is familiar......"

Reminded by Alan, Olya felt the same way, listening carefully with her ears sideways.

The voices in the jungle grew more and more urgent, and it was almost audible that they were two voices, a delicate and more unfamiliar coarser that Eren and Olya were familiar with.

The fast-paced sound lasted for a moment, followed by a long gasp, and Eren remembered the owner of the voice.

"This gnoll man's energy is really strong. ”

Alan smiled and sighed, apparently Olya also understood what was going on, and blushed slightly.

"Let's go first, or we'll be embarrassed to meet later. ”

Khruf is very thick-skinned, and Alan is fine, but Olya will be embarrassed as a careless girl.

Apparently Olya thought so too, and turned away first, while Alan followed in her footsteps.

And what they didn't know was that after Hruff took a breath, he fell into the grass again......

......

The morning sun shone through the dense foliage, but it did not wake up the gnolls who had been tossing all night.

But it didn't matter, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers provided a free wake-up call.

No matter how tired the gnolls of the Bloodtooth Tribe are, they must rise up and go to the jungle to find the fleeing elves, otherwise their lives will be worthless.

After a vigorous morning exercise, Hruff was in good spirits, and whipped the leather whip he found from Decosa's tent at the still grinding gnolls, including his own people.

Since Eren handed everything over to him last night, Khruf has decided to raise a strong army of gnolls for adults, not a bunch of lazy cowards, so there is no selfish affection under this whip.

"I'll tell you this bunch of garbage, there are jackals in this forest, and if anyone is not willing to work, I don't mind trading his life for a more diligent one!"

As if to increase the deterrent, Khruf flicked his whip in the air after shouting this.

"Is it the morning exercise that makes him so energetic and excited?"

Alan, who witnessed all this not far away, touched his chin and considered whether he should bring forward his coming-of-age ceremony.