By the time Thor ran out of the sewers with the injured Ketuma on his back, a hazy white light had appeared on the horizon, and before he knew it, the long night was coming to an end. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The streets were still deserted, and Thor tried to walk as far as he could, hoping to find the one he knew.

Fortunately, it was not night, and the faint morning light barely helped Thor to distinguish the buildings around him, and he saw once again the tavern he had passed by, beside a stone pillar with a torch in it, burning all night as if it were tireless, still competing with the sun that was about to appear.

The windows of the tavern had long since been lowered, and Thor could still hear a loud and thunderous snoring sound coming from inside, and I wonder which drunkard slept in the hall like this.

"Hey-wake up-Ketuma, we're almost there-" Thor tapped the kobold behind him twice with some worry, he didn't dare to pull the arrow cluster off, for fear of causing a bigger wound, but fortunately, the creature's vitality was still tenacious, and Thor could still feel a strong heartbeat against his back.

"It should be...... ......"Thor walked along the road, looking in at every fork in the road, but gradually he was not sure which intersection was where Malten's warehouse was, and it was so dark that he couldn't see it himself.

However, just when he was confused, a deliberately low voice, but as if he couldn't suppress joy, suddenly sounded a shout: "Lord Thor-"

Around the corner not far ahead, Marten's chubby head was carefully exposed, his face filled with excitement and excitement, he lifted the hem of his silk robe and trotted towards Thor with a tall Thor warrior who was equally full of joy but restrained himself and watched his surroundings wary.

"Great, Malten—take me to the warehouse—" Thor didn't have time to say hello to the fat merchant, and hurriedly asked Malten to take him back to Morey.

The merchant drew closer and the first thing he saw was the kobold Ketuma who was lying behind Thor and was far less energetic than he had been at the beginning, and he remembered the strange kobold who had led them out of the sewers.

Seeing that it seemed to be wounded, Malten did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly answered yes, and hurried ahead to lead the way, and he led Thor into the junction he had just walked out, and made a rapid journey, until at last he stopped in front of a rather spacious stone house in this narrow alley.

"This is it—my lord. As he spoke, Marten stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door, and without waiting for anything to speak, he lowered his voice and whispered anxiously:

"It's me, Marten-sama Thor-sama is back—"

There was a noise in the room, but in a moment the heavy hardwood door "creaked" open, and it was Kratos who opened the door, and beside him stood an old man whom Thor did not know, with a frightened look on his face, and when he saw that Malten's expression was slightly relaxed, he seemed to be relieved and said:

"Sir—"

Malten nodded at the old man, Thor had already guessed that this was probably the old man who took care of the warehouse for the merchant.

"It's hard to talk here, let's go in first—" Marten said as he led the way, Thor followed him into the stone house, and Kratos turned back to the Thus warrior and then turned back into the house, locking the door once more.

There were no torches lit in the room, so it was a little dark, but it was very spacious, not like a room, but like a large factory.

After Thor entered the house, Morey, Kratos, Anna, Winnie, and the other warriors of Thor gathered around, and with a few "clicks" of friction, the torches were rekindled by flint, and the house became bright again.

"Your Excellency - you're finally back, we're all going to have Kratos take someone back to the sewers to find you—" Morey let out a sigh of relief, as if a stone had finally fallen to the ground, with a relieved expression on his face.

When Kratos returns alone with the Malten family and tells himself that Lord Thor is left alone in the sewers to help a kobold, Morey almost goes insane.

He even had the idea of fighting Kratos, who was more than three meters tall, - no one knew better than him what a terrible place it was.

But the reality of the situation no longer allowed them to send people to search for Thor in the sewers while Marten was still being hunted down, and besides, the Thus warriors who came to Worms for the first time could not distinguish between east and west in the city, and if they were sent out like this, they would be scattered.

So although Kratos repeatedly stressed the need to believe in Noam, and Morey understood that Thor was not a helpless child, the old man still spent a torturous night.

For a time, he regained his faith in the god of light, praying to the god to protect Thor for safety, because he knew too well what Thor meant to himself, to Bertha, and to the entire Soth tribe.

Thor is the heart of the entire Soth people, the root that unites them all, and if something happens to him, Morey can't imagine what will happen?

Who can still rule the tribe? Who can still subdue the wolf king, make the dwarves trust, and even negotiate with the Conrad family? Who can control Kratos and order Diana? All this made Morey dare not think about it, but fortunately, now that Thor has returned safe and sound, Morey has also let go of his tight heart.

"Quick, old man, come and show this kid—" Thor gently placed Ketuma on the ground, as if he smelled blood, and the dire wolves entrenched on the side of the house, shaking their huge bodies, slowly surrounded him.

Malten, Anna, Winnie, and the old man who guarded the warehouse were all trembling, and subconsciously took a step back, far away from the wolves, they were really afraid of this horrible creature that Worms would not even see.

"Go-go-go-" The warriors blasted their wolves away to prevent them from affecting Morey, and the old man looked solemnly at the crossbow arrows that pierced Ketuma's shoulders, the iron arrows glowing and the blood already congealed on them.

He stroked the beard on his chin and said to Thor in a deep voice: "My lord, I'm afraid I have to cut this arrow from the middle before I can take it off and bandage it, if I pull it off hard, it will only tear and bruise******* Ketuma is the self-defense crossbow used by Seraphim, the arrow and the arrow body are made of fine iron, although it is much thinner than ordinary crossbow arrows, but it is not easy to cut it casually.

"Malten—do you have a chainsaw here?" Thor asked the fat merchant anxiously, raising his eyebrows together.

"Uh-" Malten turned his head to look at the old man guarding the warehouse with an inquiring look, apparently he didn't know the tools here.

The old man still looked at the dire wolves who were far away, and it was not until Malten tapped him on the shoulder that he came to his senses.

"Karl - do you have a saw here that can cut iron arrows? ”

The old man named Karl was stunned, there were so many things that had happened so far that he was a little tired to deal with, but the old man still trembled, and replied with a slight bend:

"Some old man—" Karl ran to a small compartment that had been used to store grain, and brought out a large number of tools, including chisels, hammers, and several chainsaws of various thicknesses.

"You're—" Malten opened his mouth wide, he couldn't imagine that the old man next to him had secretly saved up so many carpenter's tools.

"Sir, I have no other hobbies in my spare time, but I like to do some carpentry work—" Karl scratched his head embarrassedly, and looked at Malten with some concern, fearing that this hobby would not upset him.

Thor grabbed a saw and looked at it a few times, although the saw was iron, he didn't know how hard it was, but fortunately, this crossbow arrow was extremely thin, and there were so many of them, even if one or two were worn out, they should be able to be sawn off in the end.

"Old man—" Thor turned to Morey again, "let someone boil some hot water, boil it, tear some strips of cloth, put it in and boil it, and then use it to bandage it later." Morey took the order, and everyone took action, and before dawn, the warehouse, which had been noisy all night, was again busy.