The night was getting darker.

I don't know how long later, Lagash suddenly heard the sound of a dead branch being trampled off, and suddenly came to his senses. He opened his eyes, and a black shadow was bending and changing.

"Don't be nervous, it's me!"

It was Brower who had returned, and he was relieved.

"Is she awake?"

"Well, but I don't seem to have much energy, and I fell asleep again."

Browl took out a small bag and took out a bunch of things from it - weapons, herbs, food, everything.

Ragash was amused, and he picked up one of the two-handed swords and made a few gestures. "Brower, I can't see how efficient you are!"

Brower patiently sorted things out. "These herbs, wait for me to boil them and give her to drink, and she should be fine. But...... Lagash, you think clearly, it's not convenient to have a forsaken with you. And......" he lowered his voice. "The Forsaken have a strong hatred for the living, and are good at alchemy and poison. I'm worried about ......"

"I'll take a fancy to her." Ragash interrupted Broll. "If it really ......," he hesitated, then added, "I don't need to say it, I know what to do." ”

Brower glanced at him, "You just know it in your heart." I'm just worried about you. After saying that, without waiting for Lagash to answer, he took a small pot and went to the lake to prepare the decoction.

Ragash scratched at his messy hair, and his mind was complicated.

He glanced at Thea, who was still asleep, and gently brushed her hair, satin-like black hair sliding down his fingers.

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" He was talking to himself. "I remember you used to be such a gentle person, so...... Probably not, right? ”

Looking at Shia's slender neck. He suddenly couldn't help but wonder if such a slender and fragile could be cut off with just one hand.

He shook his head, frightened at his terrible thought.

Browl quickly fried the herbs and handed a bowl of brown and heavy liquid to Lagersh. "Give her a drink."

After Ragash took the medicine bowl, Brower consciously pretended to fetch water and ran to the lake.

Ragash sniffed the medicine, and a sour bitter taste made the base of his tongue feel a little bitter. He frowned and placed the bowl on the ground. Stretching out his hands, he carefully picked up Xia and let her lean as comfortably as she could in his arms, then turned his head to fetch the medicine bowl on the ground.

When he turned around, he found that Thea's eyes had opened somehow, and her eyes were still a little misty, which made him feel a little palpitation.

"Drink!" He hid the throbbing in his heart, his voice fiercely threatening, but his hand was extraordinarily gentle to bring the bowl to her lips.

Sia just stared at him quietly, silently opening her mouth. He took a small sip of the medicine and drank it.

Despite Lagash's care, a few drops of the potion eventually trickled down her lips. Ragash hurriedly wiped it off with the back of his hand.

The clumsy appearance made Xia can't help but tug at the corners of her mouth.

"Hey, Lao Tzu warns you! Don't laugh, do you hear? Ragash said angrily, then turned his face away. Don't complain! I don't have any sweets for you! ”

I don't know if it's the illusion of firelight, his face seems to be a little red.

And his words made Xia slightly stunned.

She remembers that she was not in good health for a while. At that time, he always sat beside her gently, fed her medicine hand in hand, and would always magically take out some sweet fruits to suppress the bitter taste for her.

And before her accident. There is often an unnatural hint of detachment in his tenderness. After many years of husband and wife, her ears and temples have been grinding, how could she not know about his abnormality. But she believed him, so she didn't say anything and didn't ask why. He had so many things to worry about, so he had to be busy, so why bother adding to her care.

She thought that there was something she didn't do well that made him unhappy, so she tried to do her duty as her wife. Hopefully I can share it for him.

She thought that he was just emaciated, that everything would soon be fine, and that he would soon become the same person he was.

Until the woman whispered that sentence in her ear.

She understood...... What is he for.

There was bitterness in Thea's mouth.

She opened her mouth: "Do you want to know who you are?" ”

It was the first time she had spoken to him.

Ragash looked back in surprise. He couldn't tell if he was happy to finally know who he was or because he was ...... She was finally willing to talk to him.

Thea turned her gaze to the campfire. Ragash looked into her eyes, and there were only two bright red flames. However, her eyes were cold.

"Let's go to Theramore......"

"Theramore?"

Thea looked into his confused eyes and explained softly, "That's Gianna. Prodmore's domain, don't you remember either? ”

"I don't remember." Ragash interrupted her simply and crudely. "Why do you have to remember that?"

For his bluntness, Sia smiled softly helplessly. "Can you let me go?" She asked softly. "I can't do anything right now, you can rest assured."

Only then did Lagash realize that he had been holding her like this, and it looked very ambiguous and ambiguous.

He put Thea down in a daze, and carefully folded the cloak she had covered.

"I don't need to cover this, you should use it." Xia looked at him and couldn't help but say.

"Long-winded! I don't need you to remind me. Ragash was angry again, and he tucked the horns of his cloak heavily, and then went to the campfire, and threw a few dead branches into it.

The fire is a little hotter again.

"What did Broll do? How did it take so long. Completely unaware that Brower was deliberately avoiding it, Lagash took the bread left by Brower and tore it open, muttering to himself as he chewed.

In the silence, Lagash looked up boredly. Between the leafy branches, a bright moon shines brightly. Insects chirped in the distance. He felt like he hadn't been so peaceful in a long time.

At some point, Brower returned to the campfire.

"Broll, do you know where Theramore is?"

"Theramore? How did you get there? ”

"I think I have a friend there...... I want to try my luck. ”

Brower pulled out a map and showed it to Lagash. "Look, we're in Ashendale now, probably ...... Over here. And Theramore is here. Right off the coast of the caravan. Uh-huh......" he looked down and thought for a moment. "If we go there, we can save Valera by the way. I heard Rhaegar say that the man who bought Valera was going to the Caravan Coast, and from there he would take a boat to the Cubarush Arena in the Valley of Thorns. ”

Ragash looked up, "Broll, I remember that the Night Elves seem to be mortal enemies with the Blood Elves. But you take special care of Valera. Several times in the arena, if it weren't for you, she would have been dead. ”

Brower rolled up the map in silence. Just when Lagash thought he was refusing to answer the question. Brower sighed, and he looked at the campfire, as if his past was emerging from the dancing light of the fire.

"I used to have a daughter...... Lagersh, who is about the same age as Valrela, is also a bit headstrong, and has a somewhat unforgiving mouth, but she is a good child...... But I didn't protect her. …… She's dead. ”

"I'm sorry."

"Everyone has a past...... For us Night Elves, the almost endless life is a blessing from the moon god. But when someone important to you dies. This blessing is instead a form of torture. "I see Valera as if I see my daughters, and they are almost identical." So I understand you. If there is anyone among the Forsaken who looks like my daughter, I will be desperate to get her back. ”

"Lagash, I hope you're lucky. The Forsaken are not natural disasters after all. If she's really your wife. Brower looked at Thea, who seemed to be asleep: "...... Sometimes I wish my daughter could come back to life like this. As long as her soul remains the same. I wouldn't care what she was like. ”

“…… We'll get Valera out. Lagash said firmly.

Browl smiled: "According to her temperament, do you think she will honestly wait for us to save her?" Maybe I'll have escaped a long time ago. ”

"Really......" Lagash also laughed and scratched at her hair.

What was Valella, their concern for, doing in the moonlight?

Valella lived up to Broll's assessment. When her new owner asked her to ride a two-legged wyvern. She used a trick to get rid of the guards who were riding with her, and took the opportunity to escape. When she secretly drove the two-legged wyvern to Thunder Cliff to find the two of them, she heard an interesting conversation.

"Mistress Magatha, my mistress told me to come to you, and she said you would help me find the man who is now called Lagash. My mistress wants his head. ”

"It's a misfortune you're here, they've just escaped. But I have a way to find them, let's go into my tent and talk. ”

This passage fell on Valera's ears and made her heartfelt. So, she calmed down her two-legged wyvern while she secretly squatted in Magatha. Behind the tent of the Terror Totem eavesdrops on the conversation between Magatha and her guests.

Magatha muttered as the campfire in front of her danced. As she sprinkled in a handful of incense that smelled of strange vanilla. The light of the fire turned turquoise, and another bonfire emerged from it, and every move of Broll and Lagash was clearly visible next to the campfire.

"This is the guy you're looking for. Judging by the map they had just made, they were supposed to be going to Theramore. ”

"You are indeed a great shaman with mana power. It's a little reward, my mistress's heart. The guest stood up and handed her a bag of gold coins.

"Although this kind of meditation is not a light load for me." Magassa took the pocket, and the weight of it in her hand was deeply satisfying. "But I'm happy to help your hostess with this gesture too."

"My mistress is a stubborn beauty, and I don't want to see the result of upsetting her. I have to hurry up and finish my mission. The guest tightened the dagger at his waist. Okay, I'm leaving. Thank you, Mistress. ”

Valella watched in amazement as Margatha's guest boarded a black griffon like night and flew into the night.

"Humans? The humans who appeared in Thunder Bluff in order to hunt down that Lagash guy? Valera jumped on her own wyvern. Well, if it will affect the wordy old man, I'll help them solve this big problem. She deftly followed the assassin in front of her, a smug smile on her lips. Let them know, huh, how good this girl is. A pair of big fools. Ha! ”