"Quack!" the six-winged crow fell back to the top of the staff, and its owner didn't even look at it, and he didn't need any confirmation to confirm the former's status. Many years ago, the crow had turned the crow into a clone of his own, and the sorcerer knew it as well as his own body. But for Lynn, things were different.

"What did you send it out for?" said the Banshee, realizing that she had asked the wrong question. If the mission of the Raven Messenger was really important, then she shouldn't have known. Lynn looked at the wizard with a look of fear, she was afraid of the man's wrath.

The crow was in a bad mood, and Cheese's reaction had been expected by him, but when the fellow was so stupid, the wizard still felt the irritability in his heart licking his patience like a flame. Kryn still underestimated her position in the heart of the Spell Crow, and when the Spell Master looked back at her, her frown unconsciously expanded, and the corners of her tense mouth relaxed a lot. "It's fine, just showing a lost nerd. As for whether he can find it, that's not something I can control, right?"

"Of course, you've done everything you can. Lynn couldn't tell who the lost nerd was talking about, and she even thought that the magician had spotted another group of travelers in the forest and kindly showed them the way. However, this did not prevent the banshee from smiling sweetly at the wizard and holding his hand happily. This hand used to be covered with rings with magical powers, but when the other person's body temperature spread in the palm of his hand, the crow surprisingly felt that it was not bad.

The wizard looked down and smiled, "Maybe it's not just that guy, I'm also fooled by this kingdom." ”

"What did you say?" Lynn asked, thinking that the Crow was talking to her.

"Nothing. The Raven didn't look at the banshee again, his eyes looked at the sun-lit road, "Don't you wonder where we're going?"

"I'll know when we get there. As long as I follow you, I can go anywhere. Lin grabbed the wizard's arm with both hands, and leaned in after seeing that the latter had not resisted. After going through this series of events, she now has no nostalgia for the Greylion. Indeed, while there are still many people in this country who need help, that should be someone else's job. The girl who grew up in an orphanage in the Molten Iron City should have died in the wilderness, and she owed nothing to the kingdom.

The Cursed Crow, apparently pleased with Lynn's answer, raised his eyebrows slightly from the corners of his mouth, "Oh, what if I said I would take you to live in a lonely tower in the snow? ”

"Hmm," the banshee imagined the scene the wizard described, thought for a few seconds, and said just as the crow was about to take the initiative to reject the joking proposal, "Then I would too." You saved me, and you saved a lot of people who melted iron, and I will go with you wherever you go!"

The spell master instinctively wanted to sarcastically say a few words about Lin's blind obedience, but the words still didn't come out of his mouth, he shrugged his shoulders, "No one would go to live in a tower like that, even for the spellcaster, the conditions there are too harsh. Forget about it, it's just a joke. We went to the south, and I had a house by the sea, where there was a shortage of a hostess. ”

The crow could clearly feel the strength on his arm increase after Lynn heard this, and he suspected that the banshee was trying to break his arm. But when he heard faint sobs and a slight tremble, the wizard once again dismissed his intention to speak. Although stronger than Cheese in their observation of the worldly and realistic, wizards, especially the Greys, are always solitary, and they are not good at responding appropriately to other people's feelings. So most of the time, they choose to be silent.

Silence is not the prerogative of wizards. Many people are silent when faced with situations that words can't describe, or when a lot of things come to their minds and they don't know where to speak. For example, Jack at this time. The wolfwalker looked silently at the man who showed no sign of awakening from the haystack in front of him, and couldn't think of a word to describe his mood for a long time. If so, why is the scar on Mona's body still shocking, and Jack only feels more and more anxious as he sees the thorn heart made by Corandy beating more and more slowly in the huge wound.

The transformation ritual of a werewolf is not complicated, and even simple enough to be done without even knowing it. Therefore, as the head wolf of the Alexander clan, Jack instinctively felt that the rituals he followed according to the tradition should be perfect, but the scars on the human body in front of him were still there, and the cold truth was more penetrating than the cold wind. The heart, beating even slower, a magically driven life is false, but when its end comes, Wolfwalkers doesn't feel ready for the outcome.

"If only the sun didn't move anymore, I wouldn't have to look at the ending. Restored, Jack sat down in front of the haystack, he had never hated the rise and fall of the sun so much.

Nature doesn't change because of a person's thoughts, not even if he's a wolfwalker. It was past noon, and the sun began to pull out the slanting shadows, and when the shadows of the branches obscured Mona, the heart made of thorns completed its last beat. Again, there was no movement. Jack stared ahead, he didn't even have the energy to roar, a huge sense of loss enveloped him, like the shadow of a tree.

The slight sound of "whoosh" could not escape the werewolf's keen hearing, and he immediately got up, staring at the place where the sound came from, Mona's body. The second sound of "whoosh" proves that the previous sound is not a hallucination, and at the same time, Jack also sees the source of the sound. The heart of thorns, the flesh around it squeezed it, as if it were trying to push the foreign object out of its body. At that moment, Jack's eyes widened, and he wanted to go up to help Mona remove the foreign object, but he was afraid that his rash actions would hurt his companion who had not yet recovered.

"You can. The werewolf clenched his fists, not sure if he was cheering Mona on or convincing himself.

It was so difficult to get rid of the things that were deeply planted in her body, not to mention that Kolandi had deliberately connected her blood vessels with tiny vines in order to keep Mona alive. So by the time the mass of plants was squeezed out of the warrioress's chest, it was time for the sun to set. "Bang!" With a muffled thud, Heart of Thorns completed its mission, falling red on the grass with red bloodstains. After that, Mona's body began to be truly reshaped, with muscles flowing like viscous fluids to fill holes in her body, and those damaged organs were remade, as if speeding up the development of a baby hundreds of times.

When the moonlight fell on the branches of the trees, Mona had no external injuries on her body, but her chest still did not rise. Jack's legs had lost sensation on his feet, and he kept moving for half a day. He watched as the silver light shone on his companion's lifeless body, and a primal impulse erupted from his chest like a volcano erupting.

"Woo!" a loud wolf howl resounded throughout the forest, and at the same time, Jack's body began to irrepressibly transform into a wolf form, and soon, a normal-sized male wolf replaced the anxious warrior. Under the gaze of the dark green wolf eyes, Mona's chest began to tremble, and with a violent cough, she vomited out the blood clot blocked in the veins, and at the same time the whole person sat up suddenly, and her eyes were wide open, as if she had woken up from a long nightmare.

The woman and the male wolf looked at each other, the former reaching out in his awake ignorance, and the latter taking the initiative to climb the haystack and let her stroke the soft hair. The same long hair began to grow on the woman's body, her teeth lengthened, and her pupils glowed green. In the moonlit forest, two wolves frolicked happily.