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Sitting in the corner of the tavern, the indigenous elder named Lar looked excited.

However, he did not notice that, beside him, as he listened to his story, a native's face changed slightly, and then quickly became excited.

They didn't stay in the tavern for too long. After leaving two people to guard the tavern, Lar led the others outside, apparently preparing to call for help.

"Have you left yet?"

On the other side, feeling that the spiritual imprint he left behind was getting farther and farther away, Athir didn't care too much, but walked directly to Thor's room on the other side.

In Thor's room, Yana was sitting on a wooden chair, breathing heavily and looking very tired.

It seemed that it was because she was close to the source of the curse, or it might be that the seal set by Athir was about to disappear. During this period, the frequency of the curse on the girl increased, and now it occurred several times a day.

On her forehead, the black mark had become extremely obvious and had begun to spread downwards, extending to the girl's neck.

"how's it going?"

Walking into the room and seeing Yana's weak appearance, Athir frowned first, then asked Thor.

"I feel...very bad."

Beside Thor, Yana's face was pale and her whole body was trembling slightly. She spoke in a weak voice and seemed to be in great pain.

Beside her, Thor had a silent expression, holding the child in one arm and holding Yana's hand with the other, trying to bring her some warmth.

Standing in front of Yana, he roughly checked her condition. Atir took out a few bottles of medicine for her to drink, and then let her lie on the wooden bed.

After drinking the potion, the black curse on her body began to fade, and a purple blood force began to be activated throughout her body, instinctively cooperating with the remaining seal on her body to suppress the black curse mark.

After a while, the black mark on her neck was suppressed, and she no longer felt so uncomfortable. She fell asleep on the wooden bed holding her child.

After watching this scene carefully, Thor finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Athir with gratitude.

"Let's go out and talk, don't disturb them to rest."

Standing in the room, Atier glanced at Yana and her daughter lying on the wooden bed, spoke softly, and then walked out of the room first.

Behind him, Thor carefully closed the wooden door and walked out.

"It's not a good thing about her."

Walking out of the door, Athir looked at the scenery in the distance and said, "You should be able to feel it. As we get closer to the source of the curse, the curse in your body begins to become active."

Standing beside Athir and listening to his words, Thor did not say anything, but silently took off the bandage on his forehead.

He took out the bandage that had been covering his forehead, and on his forehead, a black mark could be clearly seen, with the faint appearance of a snake emerging on it.

"Sure enough, the curse on you is about to erupt."

Looking at the black mark on Thor's forehead, Athir was not surprised, but just asked quietly: "Can you still maintain stability?"

"There won't be any problems in the short term."

Thor shook his head, then smiled bitterly: "But once I return to my hometown, I'm afraid it's hard to say. I guess the stable time will become shorter and shorter."

"Yana, her condition is getting worse and worse."

Athir said calmly: "It's not too late to send her back now."

"She didn't agree."

Thor smiled bitterly and shook his head: "She said that if we succeed, it doesn't matter whether she goes or not. But if we fail, she also hopes to die with me in our hometown."

"In fact, at this point, we no longer had any hope of survival."

He said: "I just hope that our children will not follow our old path and can live a peaceful life."

"Don't worry."

Athir raised his head and looked into the distance: "She is my student. I will take good care of her no matter what."

"And if everything goes well this time, you will be able to watch her grow up in person."

"I hope so."

Thor shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

They stayed there chatting for a while before separating and returning to their respective rooms.

The next day, as soon as it was light, they set out again and continued their journey.

They hired a fairly spacious carriage in the local town, along with a few guides who were familiar with the surrounding terrain, and set off directly.

They spent several days on the road until noon one day.

At noon, they stopped to rest in a patch of black soil, preparing to continue their journey after lunch.

Some figures began to appear in the distance. They were wearing different clothes and were riding a creature similar to a horse but much smaller, running quickly into the distance.

Behind them were some dark-skinned indigenous people, who seemed to be dozens in number, chasing after them.

"It's the Crassus!"

Beside Athir and his companions, when the guide saw the people being hunted, he cried out in surprise, and there seemed to be fear in his eyes.

As for Thor and Yana, they both raised their heads and looked into the distance at the same time, with obvious expressions of surprise on their faces.

"What's going on?" Looking at the figure in the distance, Thor slowly stood up, holding the sword at his waist with one hand, and asked calmly.

"It's the snake witch who's hunting those Crassus people."

Seeing Thor's performance, the guide at the side began to explain, his eyes still filled with fear: "Sir, these two groups are not good people, we should get away as soon as possible!"

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Atier shook his head slightly and said these words calmly.

In the distance, the group of natives obviously discovered Athir and others. They divided into more than ten people and walked towards Athir.

Looking at the natives coming towards here in the distance, the guide's face changed and looked ashen as he stood beside them.

However, after looking at Athir beside him and Thor with a cold face, he stood up with trembling legs, walked towards those people, ready to negotiate with them.

He shouted a few times in the local dialect into the distance, trying to negotiate with the other party.

However, looking at Athir and his group, the natives on the opposite side obviously did not have this intention. They ignored the guide's shouts and rushed up directly.

Watching this scene, Athir's face was calm and he didn't seem to react at all, but the guide had a grim look on his face.

Thor stood up from where he was, glanced at Athir, and seeing that he didn't move, he drew his sword and walked towards the natives.

Seeing this scene, the natives had grim smiles on their faces, and when they saw the long sword in Thor's hand, their eyes suddenly lit up.

The sword in Thor's hand was given to him by Athir. It was made entirely of the finest alchemical materials. It looked very precious, and the eyes of these natives who could only use crude weapons lit up.

As for Thor who was rushing towards them with the sword, in their opinion he was just seeking his death.

In this desert where there are no knights or wizards, there are very few people who can face a dozen indigenous warriors alone.

Unfortunately, the Thor in front of him was one of them.

A purple light flashed rapidly through the air, accompanied by a scream.

Under the stunned gaze of several natives, Thor's eyes were a little purple, and he swung the silver sword in his hand. A purple sword light suddenly burst out and killed several natives who were rushing in the front.

This is the blood power in Thor's body, which is highly manifested in the battle at this time, directly allowing him to gain powerful strength comparable to that of a knight.

"He is a Crassus!!"

The natives behind them immediately realized that the man in front of them, like the ones they had been chasing before, was also a Crassus.

The brutality in their hearts disappeared instantly, but in the next moment, they looked at each other and continued to rush forward, trying to entangle their opponent.

"Those are our people?"

In the distance, the Crassus people who were being hunted earlier saw this scene and stopped, looking a little hesitant.

"What now?"

They all turned their eyes to a middle-aged man in the middle, as if asking for his opinion.

The middle-aged man was wrapped in a black robe, with two scars on his weathered and hard face, but his eyes were sharp. He only thought for a moment and spoke without hesitation: "Let's fight back!"

After hearing his words, the others did not hesitate, picked up their weapons, and drove the beasts in front of them forward.

Over there, Saul's show continued.

He held a sword in one hand and a shield he had taken from a native in the other, and rushed forward, cutting down several of them.

This terrifying fighting power stunned the natives present. They could hardly believe their eyes.

"This power…"

Among the natives, a middle-aged man with a cold face and only one eye was surprised when he saw Thor's performance from afar: "In the territory of the Serpent God, this Crasu not only did not become weak, but he can still maintain such strong strength."

"Didn't Lar say a few days ago that he had discovered a direct descendant of the Crassus? I'm afraid it's this guy." A sinister voice sounded from behind.

Behind the one-eyed man, a man wrapped in bandages with only his face exposed walked over from behind. Looking at Thor's performance, an expression of fear appeared on his face.

"What should we do now?" he looked at the one-eyed man and asked.

"I'm afraid I'll have to leave this time."

Looking at Thor in the distance, the one-eyed man hesitated for a moment and said, "This Crassus man is too strong. If it's just the two of us, it might be a bit dangerous."

"It's just right. Lal will be here in a few days. It won't be too late for us to get together when he arrives."

He looked at his companion beside him and said so.

After a while, looking at Thor and others in the distance, they left quickly without any intention of staying here.

"Lord Thor!!"

On the other side, a call filled with surprise and joy rang out.

Beside Thor, the Crassus people who had been hunted before stood there. The middle-aged man who was leading them had a surprised expression on his face, as if he did not expect to see Thor here.

"Who are you?"

Being suddenly called by the other party, Thor was stunned at first, then he raised his head and looked seriously at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man in front of him was very tall, wearing black leather armor and holding a dagger in his hand. His exposed muscles looked very burly, and one could tell at a glance that he was a powerful warrior.

"You are Uncle Xier..."

Looking at the man in front of him, Thor seemed to have thought of something and finally said the name.

On the other side, when the middle-aged man heard Thor say the name, an excited expression appeared on his face. He strode forward and finally knelt on one knee in front of Thor, performing a ritual that looked very ancient.

"Come here, all of you!"

As if he had thought of something, Xier shouted to the others behind him: "This is Master Sol, the next successor of our Crassus family!"

Later, hearing Xier's words, those people were shocked and hurried forward, performing an ancient etiquette like Xier.

"You guys get up."

Looking at their appearance, Thor smiled bitterly: "It has come to this. What use is my past identity now?"

"Come with me."

He looked at the people in front of him, said something, and then quickly walked to the other side.

"Are these your people?"

Walking up to Athir and looking at Thor in front of him, Athir asked.

"Yes."

Thor showed a puzzled expression on his face: "They are indeed my people, and one of them used to be my guard."

"But I don't know how they escaped the curse."

He looked at Athir in front of him and asked in confusion.

He had a deep understanding of how difficult the curse was.

Before meeting Athir, the only way he had to avoid the curse was to keep moving away from the curse to weaken it.

But even so, as time slowly passes, the curse rooted deep in the blood will continue to erupt, it can only delay the time more or less.

Since these people in front of him are Thor's people, they naturally have curses in their bodies and have not stayed away from the source of the curse. Under normal circumstances, the curse should have erupted long ago.

Athir was also very curious about this question, but he did not ask immediately. Instead, he asked Thor to settle those people down first and then ask.

"According to the elders, those curses are actually the power of the devil leaking out."

At night, in the tent, facing Thor's question, the middle-aged man named Xier smiled bitterly, with some fear in his eyes: "Back then, after the curse broke out, the entire altar was affected."

"At that time, several elders took out several fragments of the sacred stone from the altar."