In front of Teucer was a mossy and weedy trail that seemed to have been carved out by some animal that lived in the mountains, and the path spiraled along the edge of the cliff from the hollow of the cliff until it came to an abrupt end at the corner of the cliff, the hard face blocking his view. The trail barely crossed Traucher sideways, and beneath his feet was a steep cliff about 80 feet high, and a curtain of water formed by a curtain of water splashed down the path under Toucer's feet, like a silver-scaled python in a mountain, galloping down from the top of the mountain and flowing into the river below the cliff. On the other side of the rushing river are still endless mountains, one after the other, layer upon layer, the mountains are verdant with green trees and mist, and there is occasionally some snow on the top of the mountain that has not yet melted, like a silver-white scarf draped on the top of the mountain. The blue sky is occasionally dotted with white clouds like cotton.

Teucer's heart was in his throat, but he was lost in the sight of the long-lost beauty, and he almost stopped paying attention to the steep cliff, but looked at the mountains opposite, with his back to the wall, and moved his feet little by little.

Surrounded by mountains,

Which direction is Gudebai town in?

Lost sons of returnees,

I don't know when I'll be able to return to my hometown.

The sky is full of white clouds,

Which one represents me?

Seemingly clear Biyu,

I don't know the next moment's face.

The water of the great river is turbulent,

Where will the water go?

or divided into a trickle,

Or gather into an infinite ocean.

Tork couldn't help humming the bard's song, the solemn tone of "Homesickness" echoing in his chest.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, as Teucer slowly moved, the end of the trail finally appeared in front of him, and there was a lush maple grove, the floor of which was covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, and occasionally one or two grew from the trunk of the maple tree three or two black fungus in the shape of a king's crown, dotted with these stout maple trees that had grown here at some unknown age.

It was cold in the woods, and even though the sun was already showing off its endless edge overhead, the sun's rays were obscured by the dense foliage of the maple trees, and it lost its original vigor.

"It's so cold in here." Teucer's body shuddered involuntarily, and he couldn't help but wrap his tan robe tightly as he looked at the occasional rays of sunlight shining above his head.

"It's so cold in here!" Teucer's lips continued to twitch slightly, and he boredly pulled out the piece of goblin that he had obtained, the wooden tag, and looked at it carefully, "The environment here is really bad, no wonder there is a huge lair of goblins hidden under this mountain!" Probably because there was no living creature in the empty woods but the endless maple tree that stood, Teucer's loneliness was turning into a physical coldness, and he threw the useless wooden tag on the ground.

The deeper he walked into the maple forest, the less directionless he became, until Teucer discovered a truth that he couldn't believe.

"How is this possible?" He bent down and picked up the wooden tag he had discarded. "Am I standing still after all this time?"

Teucer sat down among the dead leaves under the maple tree, his face sad with a look of dejection.

"What can I do, it's getting dark. It's safer to stay in the cave all the time. Oh, but there's no going back until dark. His mind seemed to be calculating the feasibility of this solution, but he couldn't help but shake his head, and he looked nervously around.

"Well, human weakness manifests itself when it's lonely." The mysterious voice echoed in Teucer's ears again.

"Now I really need someone to talk to me, and my brain can do it." Teucer didn't seem to resist the voice this time, "You don't seem to be a threat to me. I know you're just another me in my brain. ”

"Very well, I like your will to cooperate so much, your brain's resistance to me is waning." The mysterious voice still sounded emotionless.

"You say, human weakness?" Teucer didn't move his mouth, but used his brain to communicate with the voice.

"Yes, you're a quick learner. The reason why you are different from me is that we have no concept of fear, and you are easily swayed by fear. Believe me, after you have that sword in your hand, nothing is worth fearing. ”

"Enough is enough, my brain. Don't say we're any different, you're just my imaginary voice. Damn it, I don't want to talk to you here. Now I guess the sun is going to set in the west. Teucer shook his head, and the voice seemed to disappear without a trace between Toucer's head, "My mind seems to be splitting lately, heh, that's, maybe it's because I've been alone for too long." I had to work on myself and practice talking. ”

As it grew dark, Teucer found a dry spot in the corner of the mountain wall, and gathered some dry firewood and some edible wild berries he knew.

He found a dry stick from the wood, which was fairly strong, and slashed off the bark from the center of the stick with his sword; He then used his sword to dig a trough in the ground for fixing and erecting the sections of firewood, and put together the thicker firewood he had found. Finally, he crumpled the bark of the tree that had been cut off by the sword and spread it on the piece of wood that had been cut off from the bark instead of the flincher.

Now that the preparations were complete and the woods were getting darker, Teucer hurriedly placed the sticks he had set aside in his left hand, and piled the wood, which was too thick to be needed, to his right to be used as torches. Teucer bowed down,* his hands, making his hands as warm as possible, and then held the small wooden stick that he had prepared in advance, which was quite hard. Teucer felt that the stick was hot enough, and pointed the hot side at the center of the wood that was sprinkled with broken bark chips. Teucer rubbed the small wooden stick with both hands, and the center of the wooden segment gradually changed from yellow to black and brown, and finally a little spark appeared, and the wooden stick also burned, and Teucer immediately lit the thin wooden stick prepared in advance, and the flame gradually burned, and the flames finally climbed to the top of the wooden frame on the ground under Teucer's correct guidance.

Teucer counted the remaining stock of food tied to his hemp rope "belt" with thin strips. "1, 2, 3," Teucer counted, and there were only six slices of rat meat left, and he carefully removed two of them, eating the berries he had gathered, and skewered the rat meat with the remaining thin sticks. The meat was grilled under the flame, and the fragrant oil was bubbling out. Teucer's saliva slid down the corners of his mouth as the dripping oil slid down.

The moons of the Talk continent also rose to the sky with the ignition of the Teucer bonfire, and the sky gradually took on a dark purple color. In the night sky of Talk, there are two moons, one of which always rises in the west, and the crescent moon rises in the south at this time. Although Teucer could not see it, the bright star in the sky had already told him this fact, and the moons had quietly climbed up to the treetops; The crescent moon that rises in the west is called the "guide" and shimmers with a reddish light. The other crescent moon glows with a faint blue moonlight called the Wanderer, and as to why it is called the Wanderer, Traucer only knows that it will rise in the west in the spring of Gudebai with the "Guide", and the people of Gudebai call this time "the two moons shine together." "In the summer it will rise in the south and then slowly set in the north. It will rise in the east in the fall, and when it merges with the "guide" in the fall, a phenomenon called "double moon conjunction" by the Gudebai, this is the busiest time for the farmers of Gudebai, and of course the most active time for the goblins to raid. In winter, the wanderer will return from the north and fall from the south.

The cries of the wolves also gradually reached ** with the rise of the two moons, and the echoes came from the depths of the woods: "Woo woo ~ woo ~ ~ " Wolf is a sturdy mountain pack wolf, they are an inexplicable love of raw meat creatures, so the taste of meat can be described as a sensitive sense of smell. During the day they sleep in their nests, but once it is night, it is time for the Wolves to be active. They like to sneak up on unsuspecting livestock, horses in stables, chickens in hen houses, and even sleeping people. They often come out in groups at night, and at least Teucer knew of a history of people and animals being attacked by such wolves in Gudebai. As long as the wolf howls on a moonlit night, most of the people in Goodbay Town will not be sleepy, and even the guards who are dozing off at the town gate will suddenly come to their senses, because this kind of wolf is good at sneak attacks, as long as the prey makes them wait for the time to hunt, they will quickly approach the prey, and then open their mouth full of fangs and bite the prey's neck fiercely. Teucer had prayed to Arcana not to let herself run into such a wolf, even if she heard the eerie howl.

"Arcana doesn't seem to hear my prayers, there's Wolf here." Teucer's eyelids kept fighting, but he didn't dare to sleep, he could only stare at the dancing flames to drive away his growing sleepiness, and from time to time he fiddled with the remaining firewood, scratching the campfire with a branch, and then holding a thick stick and roasting it on the fire until it was red. Teucer's heart was so flustered that he had to keep an eye out for the ignorant flying insects circling around the campfire, which were just ridiculously sacrificing their own weak lives around the light they were pursuing.

The wolf howls in the distance stopped abruptly, and the surroundings suddenly became surprisingly quiet, except for the crickets. Teucer's heart was already in his throat, and his gaze was constantly sweeping the dark weeds and woods around him, and for Teucer, the quiet woods were a sign of impending danger.

"I beg you to howl at that lovely twin moons." Teucer muttered incessantly, even began to curse Wolf, who had stopped howling, and the sudden silence caught Tork off guard, except for the light of the campfire in front of him, the world around him had long been ruled by darkness. In addition to silence, it is still silence.

A few strange green lights gradually appeared in the dark world, and Teucer clenched the sword in his hand until he opened his mouth wide, the wet air made it difficult for him to breathe, and his heart swelled with a sense of terror, and he clearly saw that these green bright spots were slowly approaching Teucer. "One pair, two pairs, four pairs." The bright spots were clearly five pairs of blue beast eyes in the dark world.

"Four-headed!" Teucer's heart was screaming, and blood was almost bursting in his chest as if it were about to explode, "Oh, my goddess Arcana, there are four heads here! Shit's bad luck! Looks like I'm really going to run out of bones this time!! ”

"That's right! Fire! I have fire! Teucer remembered the methods the dwarves of Goodbay had used against Wolf.

"Do you know those spiky Wolfe, their hair?" The Scarface dwarf came to mind again, "If we encounter Wolf in the wild, the best weapon is not our axe, but a campfire. ”

"Why?" Little Teucer seemed interested, and he just surrounded the Scarface dwarf.

"Kids. You have a lot of questions. The appearance of the Scarface dwarf gradually became clear in his mind, "Because their hair is dry, and their wolf skin is a good thing, it secretes a lot of oil, which is the raw material for us Montenegrins to refine oil!" ”