"You can accuse me of anything, but you have no right to accuse me of betrayal." The archer removed the longbow from his shoulders and placed it at his feet with his quiver, his gold-husky voice low and sad.

The wind picked up in the forest, and the temperature dropped suddenly after the sun went down, and after the confrontation just now, the heat that had easily accumulated in the body was blown away by the cold wind like a knife, and the blood froze. Vanessa crossed her arms with her hands, and her voice pretended to be lazy and tired: "Oh yes, is it that our good hunter is staring at the wrong prey and can't find the right direction?" ”

"Your magic," Reina was fooled, and he was enraged by the princess's attitude and blurted out the cruel truth: "It is connected to my people, and every time you use it, one of us will die!" With that, Reina's eyelashes drooped, and his beautiful blue eyes stared at the ground expressionlessly.

"What?" Vanessa was shocked and couldn't digest such a large amount of information.

"Do you think you don't have to pay a price to escape death?" Reina raised his eyes to look at the princess, "This world is balanced, there is life and death, your magic has allowed you to escape the clutches of death again and again, but every time you die, my people will experience the pain of death in your place, from the old man to the strong man, from the blacksmith to the gardener, our race is decreasing, everyone lives in fear!" Obviously, Reina had been holding these words in his heart for a long time, which is why he could speak them so smoothly in one breath.

No, it can't be, it's not true, Vanessa thought of running away at first, she didn't want to believe Reina, but she knew Reina wouldn't lie to herself - what he said was true. Then she slapped herself in the face in her heart, forcing herself to face this cruel truth.

Now, it all makes sense, the flashing words of the prophet, the cold eyes of the archers, and the ghosts in the path of death with strange ways of dying, in the final analysis, it turned out to be because of themselves! Although she learned from the magician that countless people would die for herself, she still did not know how they would give their lives, and once she knew, the pressure of conscience was as heavy and irreversible as the Alps, who would be willing to give their lives for a person she did not know, and how could she accept the blood of those innocent people in peace, only for herself to live in the world?

"How can my magic have anything to do with your people?" Vanessa looked helplessly at Reina, hoping for an easier answer from him.

"It's a curse that connects your magic to us." "At first we didn't feel cursed, and life went on as it was until someone died mysteriously—Mr. Malson Sr., who had fallen while hunting, and fell into a bloody blur of flesh, as if he had accidentally fallen from a twenty-yard platform. Vanessa immediately thought of the first ghost in the Passage of Death to pounce on her. People died one after another, first the old people, and gradually the old people died, and it began to be the turn of the middle-aged. ”

It's not a curse on Shadow Valley, it's for me. The heart was like being stabbed by someone, Vanessa couldn't tolerate such a senseless death, and thinking of how many times she had even done it intentionally, her heart felt even more guilty about Reina. Gotta find a way to make it up, yes, he must have figured it out! "Haven't you been looking for a way to undo the curse?"

"After looking for it, we have sent three groups of men and horses, nine people, but none of them have returned." Reina looked gloomy.

"All dead?" The princess frowned, "No, I haven't died that many times, they," she met Reina's eyes, "they're not dead!" They just can't go back! ”

"Or they don't want to go back," Reina smiled knowingly, "and if they leave, they won't be a member of the Shadow Valley, and they won't be threatened by the curse, so why should they come back and continue to live in fear." "The cruelty of this curse is that it lets them know that they are cursed, and they are immersed in the fear of death every day, watching the people around them die horrifyingly one by one but unable to do anything about it. Under such psychological pressure, few people would choose to be selfless, which is understandable, understandable, but intolerable.

"You think so?" Vanessa looked at Reina inquiringly, unsure if his words were sincere, "What about you?" Will you go back and save your people? ”

"Are you tempting me?" Reina smiled, leaning his back against the trunk of the tree, and took up his longbow, bending the heavy, smooth yew wood, and hanging a bowstring in the groove, "I don't think I'm the first to find the answer, but I'm the only one who can reach you." Let's go, let's go to Crescent City, where Glab says there is someone who can help us. ”

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