Fern packed his belongings and went to the stable, located at the bottom of the cabin, where the clouds rested quietly as if nothing had happened, but the horses of his companions were gone. , the latest chapter access: ШШШ.79xs.СоМ . Fern checked the rooms of the two mages, and they had taken their luggage with Bared, and there were no signs of a fight in the tavern or stable, at least that meant that Hayhide had not resorted to cruelty, and that he had no intention of killing them.

Thinking of this, Fern finally put his mind at ease, for some reason, since he 'fought' with Hai Xiuyin in the warped plane, he didn't have any hatred for this warrior who had become a demon, compared to those mages who seemed to be sanctimonious on the surface, Hai Xiuyin was much more real.

There were only two roads out of Cape Storm, one of which led to Green Bay, the same path that Fern had taken when they had come, and the other road to Griville was almost deserted, and only a handful of people would use this road to get to another small village, Nashville, and not run into a single person on the road for a few days. So when Fern rode on this road on the dark clouds, the soldiers guarding the entrance of the village asked him about the purpose of his visit, and Fern was speechless, so he had to make up a lie to go to Greville for archaeology, and the soldiers looked at him with disdain, as if they were looking at a dying man, and did not say anything more, and let the mercenaries out of the village.

The deserted road stretches into an endless sea of grass, and weeds cover most of the road, and in a few years, the road will disappear completely into nature. It's been a long time since Fern has been on a journey alone, and he's always had someone by his side, first Ness, then Ryan and Stan, then Quea, then Enoch and Mi'Ruria, then Jasmine again, and finally, Barred and Ness, who has returned, but now, he is alone again, which makes Fern a little uncomfortable. After the fall of the Crows, he has been acting alone, and then the appearance of everyone made him accustomed to facing difficulties with his companions, but he didn't expect that there would be only one person left so soon.

It was already afternoon when he left Cape Storm, and after half a day's journey, the sky gradually darkened, and Fern had left the sea of grass, and the roadbed was lined with swarthy woods, from time to time animals rushed through it, and the evening breeze that was no longer sultry and blew between the trees made a wailing sound.

Fern led the clouds into the woods on the left, randomly found two trees close to each other, took out the hanging nets from his pannier and began to climb one of them. When everything was done, he carried some food and water on his back and climbed up to the net, and of course the box containing the holy vessels, and the whole person was trapped in the net, and he began to eat dinner. It would be foolish for a man to make a fire in this inaccessible place, and with just one more companion, Fern would dare to raise a small fire and boil a pot of hot water, but a person, even an experienced mercenary like him, would not take the risk.

The chirping of insects around him was like a never-ending piece of music burrowing into Fern's ears, and a familiar feeling invaded his heart. Once a mercenary's life, every night when he was in the wilderness with a commission was so similar to now. But the mercenary at that time had no worries in his heart, and even if it was a commission, he couldn't let him have any worries. And at this time, Fern is no longer without distractions, and there are too many people who worry about him. The mercenary has been trying to avoid acting with the others since the fall of the Crows, but too many things are involuntary, and before he knows it, a similar situation has found him again. The sonata turns into a lullaby, and Fern gradually loses consciousness.

For the next two days, Fern rode north at an unhurried pace, confident that Nessy and the others would not be in danger for the time being, because the Hallows were still in his possession, and according to Black Ward's reasoning, the Twilight Cult would never dare to release the Lord of the Darkness before they could get their hands on the Hallows. Fern was fortunate that the Hallows had been unexpectedly preserved, as Hyhuyin and the Twilight Cult weren't exactly in the same group, at least not their news was shared. Thinking of this, Fern suddenly had some confidence in the whole thing again, perhaps, Hai Xiuyin didn't intend to be with the Twilight Cult at all, he had his own purpose, and the Twilight Sect was just an object for him to use. Or vice versa, he is the object of exploitation by the Twilight cult.

In some places along the road, Fern could spot signs of someone who had just passed by. Sometimes it's flattened grass, sometimes it's charcoal pyre, and there is still no sign of a fight. The size of the camp was also a clue that Fern would not miss, which allowed him to learn a lot of useful information, such as how many people were on the other side and who made up of them. After examining several resting places and two campsites, Fern could not be pleased with the conclusions he had reached.

Judging by the flattened grass and the churned earth, there must have been no less than ten men in a camp of this size, but judging by the charcoal left in the fire, it seems that there was only enough for two or three men to cook food. Are these people only eating cold? The Twilight Cult is too weird. The ensuing in-depth investigation of the camp filled Ferne's mind with even more doubts. In the entire camp, the horse's feces were only the size of three horses, but the chaotic horses' hoof prints along the way clearly 'exposed' the opponent's horses were definitely more than ten. Unlike humans, animals do not restrain their physiological needs, so it is impossible for them to hold back their bowel movements. An ominous premonition flooded into Ferne's brain, could it be that it was a group of demons who broke into Cape Storm with Hai Xiuyin and took Ness and them?

Demon demon, Fern has 'fought' with them several times, except for the warped plane and Magnus Fortress can confront them head-on, the rest of the times he can draw his sword neatly has become a luxury, and those two times, it is also because of the special 'nature' and magic of the warped plane that he can fight with the demon. This time I have to face the demons, so how can I defeat them? Not to mention that there is also Hai Xiuyin, whose swordsmanship is higher than his own, and no matter what way I look at it, I have no chance of winning.

Maybe I should hide the artifact somewhere, so that even if I am killed by Hai Xiuyin, they will not be able to get it. Fern rode his horse and scanned the surrounding woods, which were deserted, and if the artifact had been buried here, no one would have found it. But then he thought about it, if Hai Xiuyin used Ness and the Holy Seal to release the Dark Lord first, then without the help of the Holy Weapon, how could they resist the Dark Lord? After all, Hai Xiuyin was not a Twilight Sect or anything like that, he was a demon himself, and he didn't have to try to control the Dark Lord at all. Fern shook his head, dispelling the foolish thought, and he 'touched' the hard box in the pannier, the holy vessel was still sleeping in it, everything was under control, Fern thought.

A person's journey is lonely, but it is also rare, especially after so many people are bound to themselves. Fern thought a lot along the way, and he was finally able to calm down completely and think about some questions. Once he calmed down, his heart also threw away his irritability, and the nameless fire that had been haunting him before and had been haunting his heart gradually dissipated. A bright light seemed to be in front of him, dispelling the endless darkness for him, and the faint light seemed to be extinguished at any time, but it was this small light that illuminated the last pure land in Fern's heart.