Death Thorn

The bright moonlight shines on the earth, like a thin layer of silver gauze.

In a quiet valley, dozens of carts are parked here, with densely packed goods piled on them, but these goods seem to be relatively large building materials. There were shadows of people moving in the valley, but there didn't seem to be many of them. As for the horses pulling the cart, none of them were seen, and it seemed a bit quieter.

But soon, the silence was completely broken.

The sound of flying horse hooves echoed in the valley.

Under the moonlight, a red horse came running from the mountain pass soon. On the horse's back was a young man wearing a black robe.