A large ship slowly approached the docks in Theramore.

Boval disembarked. At this time, he was wearing the most common and ordinary standard soldier suit in the Alliance, wearing an old silver-gray cloak, and stood in the streets of Theramore in a daze like a newly retired soldier.

He suddenly felt a little headache, the sensing of the Holy Light Token was limited by distance, how could he find the person the archbishop was talking about? He didn't have that much time to waste, and the eagerness in his heart made him unwilling to waste a minute.

"Hey...... Handsome human guy over there......" A shrill and dark voice reached his ears from afar.

Bowval turned his head, and in the corner not far away, an old dwarf witch sat looking at him, with a strange smile on her wrinkled face, and saw that Bolval had noticed her. She beckoned to him.

"Come on! Come here, I old witch know what you're looking for! ”

Bolval's eyebrows, hidden in the armor, were deeply twisted into a knot. But without any clue, he still couldn't help but step forward.

"One gold coin, one gold coin will do." Seeing him coming, the old witch stood up and led the way. "I can help you achieve what you want."

"You know what I want?" Berval asked her in a flat voice, but his sword was clenched in his hand.

The old witch looked back at him and smiled strangely. "Looking for the girl of your heart...... Isn't it? ”

Her words were like a spell, and Bolval wanted to refute them, but he couldn't.

"Don't worry, this is the territory of Theramore, the ** division queen. In a few moments, you can't mix up here. The old witch swung her two little short legs, and although they were short, they were not slow to move forward.

Beauval followed the witch through the busy streets of Theramore and into a lonely alley.

"Hehe, come on, honored guest." The old witch stopped in front of a humble hut, opened the door, and walked in.

Looking out from the doorway. The room was black and empty, and nothing could be seen. Bolval took it upon himself to use force and did not hesitate to follow.

The old witch had lit a dim lamp and smiled at him. In the dim candlelight. There was an indescribably strange look on her old wrinkled face.

"Come, come, honored guest." She walked to the table in the middle and sat down.

On the table was a round spherical object, covered with a layer of black rune cloth.

Berval sat calmly across from her.

"A gold coin!" The old witch cracked her mouth, and a mouthful of rotten teeth in her mouth were exposed.

Silently, Bolval pulled out a gold coin, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

The old witch took it in a hurry, put it in her mouth and bit it gently, and smiled.

"Alright, alright, I won't let you down. Young guests. Satisfied, she uncovered the rune cloth. A round and transparent crystal ball was revealed.

"Let's take a look." The old witch winked at him. "Our honored guest, where is the girl with the heart?"

Black energy erupted from her fingers, seeping into the transparent crystal ball. It was as if a little ink had seeped into a pool of clear water, and the ink naturally blended open, spreading a faint black mysterious line in the sphere. Composed of messages that only witches can understand.

Berval couldn't help but be a little curious, he had always heard of such strange spells, but this was the first time he had confirmed it with his own eyes.

The old witch stared intently at the crystal ball and began to mutter.

"Blonde? No, it's a dark-haired girl. She's dead? The witch looked up from the crystal ball. Glaring at Boval. "But it's still ...... in this world"

The first words she uttered shook Bolval, who he had thought was a bluff in the Darkmoon Circus.

"Where is she?" For the first time, his calm voice quivered, and he couldn't tell whether it was hatred or eagerness. Unconsciously leaning forward against the table, Bolval tried to find the mystery in the crystal ball.

"My eyes were desolate...... and I saw green...... Life...... Decay...... Death...... Oh......" the witch elongated her voice in a mischievous tone, and Bolval impatiently pulled out a few more gold coins and placed them on the table.

The witch then held the crystal ball faintly and continued:

"That land is northwest of Theramore. Kalimdo's Edge ...... Bleak Lands, Maladon! Fate will guide you to meet her there. ”

Boval stood up eagerly, turned and left.

"But ......"

The old witch's voice came from behind, stopping him.

"You go, but it won't turn out the way you want. Youngster. The journey is difficult. ”

The corners of Bowall's mouth, hidden under the armor, lifted slightly. "Knights are never afraid of danger."

He stepped out the door and strode away.

The old witch watched his figure disappear from sight, the corners of her mouth raised, and she casually hugged the gold coins on the table and sneered.

A shadow gradually cast over her figure, blending into the darkness around her, and fading away, leaving only a vague aftermath of frenzy. "The Holy Light can't bless the girl who can't bless your heart! Thanks Twilight. Good luck, Grand Duke of Berval. ”

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The next day, Willow walked to Thea's hut and woke her up.

"How did you sleep, Thea?"

"I'm fine, what about you, Verlo?" Thea cautiously tested Vero.

"I'm not used to goblin beds, it's too small." Willow joked. "Alright, let's get on our way in the morning, Smead and Coke should be on their way soon."

Seeing that Vero didn't want to mention last night's absence, Xia could only pretend not to know, but secretly reminded herself in her heart - to pay attention to Verlo's every move.

Soon the caravan was ready to set off again.

It's just that......

Smid tugged at Willow's hand with teary eyes. "Willow, good Willow! Are you really going to live in the Shadow Village? You just endure it? Leave poor Smid alone in this empty wilderness? ”

"Smid," in the face of Smid's tear offensive, Willow only said calmly, "Let go!" Otherwise, your five truckloads of goods won't be able to reach the Funeral Shadow Village! ”

As soon as this killer sentence came out, Smid immediately electrocuted and spread Willow's hand away.

"Alright, goodbye, Smid!" The convoy quickly left the camp.

Thea looked back and saw Smid's small figure still standing at the gate of the camp, holding a wind lamp in his hand, looking particularly desolate.

"Smid seems to be really reluctant to let you go." Sia said to Verlo.

"He's just not willing to give up the gold coins." Willow replied disapprehantly. "See the ruined marble buildings of the temple in front of you? It's the Manorock Gathering House full of demons, and hopefully we'll not be too bad for the day. ”

Her words succeeded in diverting Thea's attention.

"Demons?"

"You know the orcs, right?" Willow looked into the distance at the ruins that were getting closer. "There's an extremist orc clan that has established a base here - the Thunderaxe Fortress to the north, where they send warlocks to summon demons. They have not given up on the idea of reconnecting with the Burning Legion. ”

Xia noticed that when Verlo, who was also a warlock, said this, there was a look of disdain in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Vero, you seem to be a little unimpressed by this?"

"Of course," Willow tightened the reins of the Hellstead in his hand. "You have to know one thing, no matter how strong anything is outside, it will be limited in this land. Only what is born together with this ancient land itself is an eternal and powerful existence. ”

This was the first time Thea had heard such a statement. Having been educated in the church for many years, she almost instinctively retorted, "What about the Light? ”

Willow looked at her amusedly, making Xia herself realize that there was something wrong with her words and actions, and she couldn't help but bow her head.

"Thea, you don't understand." Vero stretched out his withered, pale left hand and lifted Thea's drooping chin so that she could meet her eyes with herself. "The Light is only a temporary existence, and what you should believe in and fear should be the truly eternal Light."

Thea read the light of fanatical piety in Verlo's eyes, such a devotion from the heart, she had seen it in the eyes of countless people who believed in the Light, but it was clear that Vero did not believe in the Light.

She shuddered.

Willow lowered his hand and looked at her with a smile. "Dear, look at the dark energy in you, can't it explain this? Do you still have unrealistic illusions about your Light? ”

Thea was silent.

Willow didn't say much, and continued to walk leisurely in front of the caravan.

Xu was in a daytime relationship, but the demon did not come to harass him on the road at this time. The only hiccup was a mindless hellfire coming towards the caravan.

"Hurry up, Willow." Coke shouted.

The ground slammed into the ground with a huge hellfire, and the flames emanating from its body frightened the Kodomon into motion.

"Banishment!" A green light shot out from Willow's staff, enveloping Hellfire's body. Hellfire's figure twisted, then vanished, and finally vanished in place.

"Don't look at me like that," Willow smiled and waved the staff in his hand in response to Xia's surprised gaze, "Warlocks can summon demons from the outer dimension, and naturally they can also banish them back there." ”

"No wonder Cork thinks you're the right helper." Thea said, but there was a wake-up call in her heart - Willow was really a strong warlock. She secretly compared herself to the warlocks she had seen before, and was much stronger than Mick, but she didn't know who was stronger than Simon.

Perhaps not daring to let his guard down, Cork desperately drove the Kodomon through the area where countless warlocks and demons were hidden.

When finally passing through the Manorock Assembly Hall, Thea distinctly heard a long sigh of relief from Coke and Rig behind her.

And the heart she had been carrying slowly relaxed.

ps：

It's going to be late, but it's going to be late...... I tried my best.