After nightfall, the whole camp fell into a deep silence.
The people who had been busy the whole day were now completely asleep, and the witches were no exception.
However, Lightning did not feel sleepy at all.
She had been like this for almost half a month — or rather, from the moment she left the Concealing Forest, she had felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart. The wound that was pecked by Maggie also began to ache, as if it was reminding her of what had happened that day.
Lightning could not even tell whether the pain was her illusion or not. She tried many ways to distract her attention, but all of them ended in failure. However, with the naked eye, the wound did not change at all. It did not disappear, nor did it expand. It was like a scarlet spot stubbornly staying on her chest.
This feeling of confusion made her feel haggard. She could not fall asleep until three or four o'clock in the morning. Even so, her short sleep would be filled with nightmares one after another, and she would wake up at the slightest sound.
Looking at Maggie, who was sleeping soundly on her head, Lightning sighed to herself.
She covered the quilt that Maggie had lifted, quietly got off the bed and walked out of the room.
The witches' camp was located in the center of the camp, and there were God's Punishment Witches guarding the perimeter. She did not want to alarm the guards, so she directly flew out of the camp and finally landed on the track under construction.
The bright moonlight shone on the road under her feet, and both sides of the track seemed to be reflected with a silver edge. The night wind blew through the field shrouded in darkness, bringing not only the rustling of the bushes, but also the sounds of birds and insects. In the past, Lightning would have enjoyed such a night scene for a long time, but now she had no mood to admire it at all.
She did not even dare to look in the direction of Taquila — the monster hidden in the dark land seemed to be staring at her all the time, and every time she glanced over, the wound on her chest would remind her of this fact.
Lightning looked at the crossties under her feet, and a bitter taste rose in her mouth.
After more than a month of recovery training, she finally managed to overcome her fear and cross the low border wall of Neverwinter. She had thought that as long as she persevered, even if she could not face the Senior Demon of Taquila again, she could at least return to her normal state.
But the result ruthlessly crushed this idea into pieces. Not only could she not use her awakened ability freely, but she always felt restricted when she flew. Even when she encountered ordinary demons, she lost the little bit of courage she had in the past.
Otherwise, no matter what the enemy was up to, she and Maggie would be able to annihilate the four Mad Demons.
Unfortunately, she could only follow the enemy from afar and wait for them to retreat on their own.
It could be said that she was dragging everyone down.
Thinking of this, Lightning couldn't help but feel a little teary.
No matter how he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide it from everyone forever.
Even the slow-witted Maggie could sense that something was wrong with her recently.
Perhaps one day, she would abandon her timid self and fly to a higher place by herself.
When that time came, what would she do?
"I'm so useless." Lightning squatted down and buried her head between her knees. "I'm so scared of demons that I'm not qualified to be the leader of the Exploration Group. They'll definitely laugh at me if they know... I always boast that I'm the greatest explorer, but I'm more cowardly than anyone else. "
Yes, a voice in her heart seemed to answer. They'll laugh at you sooner or later.
"But I don't want to see that day..." Her voice was a little choked.
Who told you to always boast and think you're infallible? If you don't want to see them laugh at you, the only way is to leave here and go to a place where no one knows. Otherwise, you can't avoid it.
"The only way is to leave... here?"
"That won't do," someone suddenly said.
"Huh?" Lightning was stunned and suddenly raised her head. She saw a familiar figure standing not far away. Under the white moonlight, the figure's long ears and tail were particularly eye-catching. "... Lorgar?"
"Ahem —" The Wolf Girl coughed twice. "Just to be clear, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you talking to yourself."
At this moment, she noticed that Lorgar was covered in sweat, which was reflecting the moonlight. Her wheat-colored skin, which was unique to the Mojins, was like a bright stone covered with morning dew, appearing extremely clear.
"Were you... training just now?"
"Yes, I'm not born with great strength like the Extraordinaires. Even if I become a Desert Wolf, I still need to strengthen myself through training. Otherwise, I can't even run a few steps, let alone fight. " Lorgar spread out her hands and said, "Recently, the demons haven't taken the initiative to attack, and I promised the great chief not to leave the position without permission. I can't even guarantee basic activity, so I can only come at night to make up for it."
"Really..." Lightning suddenly came to her senses. She quickly took a deep breath and covered her face with her hands. "You, you heard everything?"
There was no need to answer this question. A wolf's ears had always been extremely sharp.
She immediately felt her face heating up.
"Well..." Lorgar paused and said, "I've never comforted anyone before, so I won't comfort you now. I just want to tell you a story about my father."
"Although he was born in the Wildflame clan and inherited the name of Burning Flame, no one thought that he would become the chief of the clan at that time. Because among the eight successors, he had one obvious weakness: he was afraid of strangers and did not dare to go out alone to participate in the joint hunt. This is also an important event for the Mojins to select a chief. After all, the chief is not only the internal ruler, but also the external influence. Each clan will send out their most outstanding younger generation to prove their strength. "
Lightning could not help but be stunned. Did she hear it wrong? Not long ago, the person who was afraid of strangers was in the limelight at the Neverwinter Sports Meet and even attracted the attention of His Majesty. Could it be that Lorgar's father was actually someone else?
"In fact, when he told me these things, I didn't believe it at all. I even asked my grandfather to confirm it." Lorgar smiled and slowly walked over to her and squatted down beside her. "But it turned out to be true. When I asked my grandfather why he passed the position of chief to my father, he told me that Guelz might not be able to do anything alone, but as long as he was accompanied by his clansmen, he would be the most powerful warrior in the clan. Since that's the case, it's better not to let him be alone. And it's normal for the clans to stay close to each other most of the time. Compared to this, what can a hunt prove? "
Lightning felt her heart tremble.
"Actually, what father and brother did in Neverwinter... I'm quite happy." Lorgar lowered her ears. "Because father did what he could never do alone for me... although it was a little embarrassing."
"Uh, is that so? You left them in the castle hall and ran back to the Witch Building alone. You even said you didn't want to see them again — although it was really inappropriate to meet them in that dress. "
"I think my grandfather probably wanted to tell me that courage comes from my own heart and can also be drawn from others," Lorgar said slowly. "If that's the case, why do you care about one's courage? Similarly, if your companions in the Exploration Group were in danger, would you abandon them and run away alone? "
Lightning was silent for a moment and said, "... Thank you."
"As I said, it's not a consolation. It's just a story." The Wolf Girl tilted her head. "So you don't have to thank me. Besides, the Exploration Group is quite interesting... Since you dragged me into it, I have to be responsible to the end. "
She felt a little sore in her eyes again and quickly rubbed them twice to calm her breath. When she was about to answer, Lorgar suddenly turned around and covered her mouth.
"Shh —"
"What's wrong?" When Lorgar released her mouth, Lightning asked in a low voice.
"Did you hear something?"
Sound? She raised her head and listened carefully. There was nothing but the gentle night breeze.
"Wait... Where are the chirps of the night owls and insects?"
"Something's coming from that direction." Lorgar pricked up her ears and looked at the night sky in the east. "The whistling is... Watch out!"
She hugged Lightning and rolled down the roadbed!
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