The bodies of the three Wolf were placed in front of Tocke's eyes, and he was hungry and endured severe pain, and he forced his body to hold on, limping and even rolling and crawling to drag the bodies of Wolf together.

The faint bonfire burned vigorously again after Teucer had refilled them with firewood.

"Bad guy, you're the strongest." He picked the strongest of the three Wolf corpses beside him, and skinned him with his sword, just like a mountain villager treated the snow hare he picked up that hit a tree.

The roasted, half-cooked thighs of Wolff were the best meal for Teucer "since he was forced out of Goodbey", so much so that the oily delicacy made Teucer fall asleep with the soft belly of Wolf's corpse and the gnawed thigh bone.

"Where am I?" Teucer suddenly realized that the scene in front of him had become strange, the dry stone house seemed to be his home, and he gently touched the door of the house with his hand, everything was so familiar.

"You're in your own home. Trafigura. A familiar voice came from behind Teucer, and he turned back sharply, and the priest of the Temple of Goodbey's Broken Temple was slowly waving to him, "You're early, Teucer." ”

Teucer looked at the sky, which was overcast like a mournful face.

"Flea Tok! Why aren't you dead yet? The familiar voice came from beside him, a round face that Toucer wanted to slap him when he saw it.

"Again, your mother may not have taught you how to greet others." Teucer habitually spat on the ground. "What, you're on duty again today?"

"Of course, my dad has swapped the pesky flea guy, and lo and behold, this is my new partner." Marado pointed at the guy that Tock hadn't noticed.

“ΚΡμ！” It was a chapter of horror, a pair of eyelidless eyes filled with an evil glow.

"Ahh You! How could this be? Traucer stepped back, and he turned to look in the direction of the priest of Deminsk, "You guys!?" ”

"Hahahahaha! Κα！ Marado's eyes suddenly fell to the ground, and he and the terrifying goblin beside him just laughed wildly, and Jeminsk's face became extremely distorted, and his smile seemed to become very weird, still beckoning to Teucer.

"No !!" Teucer seemed to realize something, and he shook his head hard, and the vague shadow finally appeared in front of his eyes, "Trust me, you have connected with my mind. What you see is true. It's them from another world. This is a way to die for these living contaminants. ”

"No, it's all a dream! Wake up, wake up! Teucer finally broke free from the nightmare, he suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up suddenly, in his eyes, the real world was spinning, the sky in the gap of the maple trees was no longer gloomy, and the occasional sunlight kept changing and shining through the cracks in the maple forest, but he felt not the temperature, but the cold again and again.

Teucer tried to get up, but he fell, and he climbed to the trunk of a maple tree, and he barely stood up by holding on to the trunk, and he had to concentrate with every step, because with each step, the pain of his heart deeply irritated his fragile little heart.

"But if you want to get out, if you can't get out, you can only bury your bones in this wilderness." Teucer clenched the crown of his teeth, his self-talk like a dream whisper, weak.

"Damn, my rotten leg." He looked at his wounded calf, the hole in Wolf's fangs that seemed to be filled with a milky abscess, a horrible red halo around the periphery of the abscess and a slight pale shade of skin.

"It's almost immobile!" He found a mossy stone and sat down, looking at the endless sea of trees, his heart full of fatigue.

"The silence is terrible. Arcana will bless me to walk out of this maple forest safely. Definitely! Teucer shuddered, "No, I feel like my legs are getting heavier and heavier, and I'll have to find a slightly stronger branch to use as a cane." He searched around, but was disappointed to find that there was nothing to use on the ground around him, except for the littered branches and leaves around him.

"I'm sorry, my Mr. Maple. I'm just taking a little bit out of you. Teucer cut off a section of the maple trunk with his sword, quickly sharpening him into a proper cane, which he finally supported himself with the sharpened maple cane, and slowly moved through the maple forest, "I will definitely be able to get out, I will not make the same mistake as I did yesterday." This mistake nearly cost me my life in the dark. ”

Teucer carved a mark with his sword on the trunk of the maple tree almost every three or two he walked by, and it was evident that this method was successful, and Teucer no longer walked in circles in the woods. After almost a morning's arduous trek, he finally found a slightly dry dirt path that was covered with horses' hoof prints to distinguish it from the wet mud around it.

"Oh, with the blessing of Arcana, I seem to have come out." Teucer found a number of horses' hoof prints on the dry dirt surface. "I'm sure it's a horse road!" His heart was ecstatic, and at last he saw the shadow of civilization, even if it was only the hoof prints of dozens of horses and the slightly dry dirt road.

"Hah, I'm finally saved. Ahem. "Joy in despair can destroy a strong will, and Teucer is no exception. His forehead was already covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, but these beads of sweat the size of beans hung on his forehead for a long time and did not want to slip off. Teucer's injured calf was completely numb, numb to the point where it was impossible to sense its existence at all, and the terrifying chill in his body finally spread throughout his body in a moment of joy.

"Hahahaha, Teucer is a flea and a bed bug." A distant voice suddenly came to Tok's ear, it was a mockery, and the scenery around Teucer was becoming blurred.

"Child, you must be strong to live." The gentle feminine voice echoed in Teucer's ears, it was a gentle breath, but Teucer was spinning in front of him.

"May Alex, the god of centaurs, bless you, my friend." Alec Tucker Gilberg smiled and nodded at him. Teucer felt a strong urge to vomit, but he held back.

"Oh, you're smart, aren't you?" The dwarf with the big glass seemed to make fun of him, and a terrible pain came over him.

"Ah!!!h Teucer dropped his maple cane and hugged his head, "Ah!! ”

"I'm going to die! Is this what it's like to die? My dear goddess Arcana, I beg you to send your messenger to save me, a poor man. "Teucer knows that if no one comes to his aid, maybe he'll soon be able to meet his dear Arcana." Am I sick and confused? I don't want to go to see Arcana, Deminsk says that Arcana's territory is the land of all the Trian dead. ”

Teucer finally collapsed weakly on the side of the dirt road, his eyes darkened.

Teucer vaguely felt his world churning and shaking up and down, and Teucer's stomach was tumbling upside down, but he didn't want to open his eyes.

Teucer vaguely heard an unfamiliar but high-pitched language in his ears: "АВло, месаг." ”

Teucer faintly smelled a faint fragrance coming from the air, and Teucer felt a warm breath.

Teucer was dizzy, all he knew was that he was safe now, Teucer didn't want to think about it, Teucer's mind went blank. Teucer closed his eyes tightly, and Teucer's world was lost; Teucer's body was clearly in severe pain, but his brain could not sense his presence, and Teucer's world vanished. Teucer felt as if he were wandering through nothingness and etherealism, and he finally found a light, to which he stepped out of his left foot, and then his right.

It was a feeling of reliving a lifetime. His soul reluctantly returned to his tired body. His eyes blinked slightly.

"You're awake! Fellows of the Trians. A delicate voice came from my ears. When I sent you back, I thought you weren't saved. Man, are you alright!? ”

Teucer stared in confusion at the strange surroundings, which were entirely made of wood.

"Hey, Trian fellow. You okay? A strange creature with blond hair and pointed ears like willow leaves appeared in Tocke's blurred vision, greeting Teucer in a standard Entle accent, though Teucer didn't seem to be fully conscious.

"Am I in Entle? But why do you look different from us? Why am I here? Is this the temple of Arcana? Are you the messenger of Arcana to whom I have called?" Teucer asked the vague shadow of the blond-haired and long-eared shadow.

"It looks like you're not fully awake yet. Rest in peace, man. I am not the messenger of Arcana, I am the son of Forrestal. The blurred figure with blond hair seemed rather quiet, and he shrugged helplessly, "You need to rest for a few days, man, hey, don't talk." You're badly wounded. ”

"Hmm," Teucer seemed to wander into a vague dream again.

"Poor Trians." The blurred figure with blond hair and long ears turned and left the room.

After a long time, Teucer finally woke up.

"I feel like I've been saved. Thank you, Akana, for the messenger you sent. He touched his forehead, touched his palm, and finally pinched his thigh, and the pain made him realize that he had indeed woken up from a dream.

"No, the gentleman said that he was not the messenger of Arcana, but a descendant of something." He found him dressed in a green satin garment, lying on a clean wooden bed covered with a warm quilt, his tattered robe had been washed and folded at the foot of the bed, and even the torn boots found in the cave had been mended by the attentive master and placed under the bed, and everything in the house was in order.

"It seems like a kind gentleman from Entle." He remembered the vague figure with blond hair and long ears in his dream. "Anyway, I have to thank him well." He found that the stand with the sword was placed on a wooden cabinet next to the bed, where a beautifully crafted bronze mirror rested.

Teucer curiously took the bronze mirror, but the reflection of the figure in the mirror almost made him scream, "Is it me, the ugly person in this mirror?" He couldn't recognize the man in the mirror. The face was full of a long beard, which seemed to have been knotted for a long time, the eyebrows were thick, and there were two or three scars about an inch on the face as embellishments. Teucer quickly placed the bronze mirror on the wooden cabinet next to the bed, never to look at it again.

He got up from the bed tremblingly, and the long stay in bed seemed to rust Toucer's joints, and Teucer felt that he could not exert himself, and he shivered and put on his robe and shoes, and took his sword from the stand of the wooden cabinet beside the bed and pinned him to his waist.

"I've got to go out and see what the entrance to our civilization is, the place I dream of going, is so prosperous." Teucer walked to the special door of the cabin, which was clearly a light roller shutter woven from hay segments.