Half-elf Ranger

At night, the icy cold wind permeated the bone-chilling cold air.

The dark night was pitch-dark, a bright moon hung in the night sky, and there were few stars around, like pearls scattered in the sky, glowing softly.

In the caravan camp in the wilderness, it was silent, only a bunch of blazing bonfires worked tirelessly, emitting bright fire and scorching warmth, reflecting a few flushed faces.

At this time, the figure lying on the haystack beside the fire struggled for a while, and then used one arm to support the ground, while the other palm touched the wound on his abdomen and sat up with difficulty.

The sturdy corners, the wide dark red wings and the black demon goat hooves were clearly illuminated by the firelight.

"Avatar, the captain is awake, hurry up and check if there is any problem with his physical condition."

Sitting by the fire to wipe the arrows, the tiefling ranger noticed the strangeness on the opposite side, and poked the avatar next to him with the arrow feathers.

"No need to check, I'm fine." Ishak sat on the haystack and stopped Avatar who was about to rush over, indicating that he was fine.

"Is it really okay? What about the chaotic will of the devil?" The warlock opposite Ishak asked hurriedly, shaking his wings.

"It has completely disappeared. Tonight can be said to be the safest sleep I have had in the past year. The **** demon whispers have finally disappeared, and I can finally have a peaceful dream in the future."

Ishak patted his slightly aching head, his eyes flashing with memories of the past, and the corner of his mouth said with a faint smile.

"I was attacking everyone crazily before, but suddenly it disappeared completely, don't you think it's too strange?"

The wanderer came out of the shadows, his eyes like poisonous snakes were full of puzzled colors.

"I'm not too sure, the will at that time was indeed dominated by demons. The only thing I know is that after being stabbed by the ranger named Thorne, the demon's will suddenly disappeared like a low tide, and then I passed out."

Ishak looked at the fire and recalled the previous memory fragments. After thinking about it, he said, "Oh, by the way, where's the ranger?"

"Something seems to have happened to his body, and he was taken into the carriage by the night lord and the sorceress." Avatar pointed to the large carriage not far away and said.

"What happened?" Ishak felt a bad breath and asked in doubt.

"I don't know." The four of them shook their heads and said they were unclear.

"I'll take a look at it. I always feel that it's not that simple, and it may have something to do with it." Ishak got up and said after thinking about it.

"Then take this to him." The ranger saw Ishak get up and handed him a dark red long sword stuck on the ground beside him.

...

Inside the carriage.

Bright magic lights are inlaid on the top, illuminating the entire spacious space like daylight.

Thorne's whole body was lying on the soft fur, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped by an invisible cold black air, and the endless pain made his face more distorted.

He seemed to be in great pain, holding his head in his hands and letting out a terrifying low roar.

Sweat slid down the pale face onto the soft fur, and in just a moment, the entire body of the clothes was completely soaked.

"Don't go over." The sorcerer Anaquis in the gauze made a cold voice.

Then he glanced at Thorne again and sighed, "Because you can't help at all."

Andrina looked at Thorne's painful expression, and suddenly recalled the scene in Talan Village, which was so familiar with the scene in front of her.

Even the sentence that Thorne sent out with emotion that changed her view of the world still echoed in her mind:

"In our world, in that peaceful age, if you have a strong personal ability, you may be able to live a good life through hard work.

But here, no matter how strong your personal ability is, if you don’t have the corresponding strength, it will be precarious. If you want to exert your ability, you may not have the opportunity.

What's more, those who are incapable and unwilling to work hard in peaceful times, here, you still want to be a hero, a superior person, a powerful legendary professional, do you think it is possible? "

"What belief is driving you to live persistently." Andrina looked at Thorne in a daze, and after a long time she whispered to herself.

"Ugh……"

Immediately afterwards, a sigh mixed with helplessness, daze and helplessness rang out in Thorne's painful wailing.

...

The night was hazy, and there seemed to be a layer of light mist floating in the air, surrounding the carriage, as if covered with a layer of misty veil.

Bright magic lights flickered with dazzling brilliance.

Sorceress Andrina's eyes looked at the opposite side quietly, looking at a dark shadow lying on the soft fur.

At this time, Thorne's painful expression completely disappeared, replaced by a face that was sleeping peacefully, as if he was dreaming, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

dream!

For Thorne, it was a very real dream, one that made him want to be completely silent.

A large crowd gathered in the open space of the square, and the scene was blocked.

Thorne walks on the lively streets, shuttles through the bustling crowd, and looks around, but he sees that people are all gorgeously dressed, brightly colored clothes against the background of each one full of sweet smiles, accompanied by crisp talk and laughter, all around. Full of joyful atmosphere.

"It's all illusory after all, it's time to go back."

Thorne glanced at him with nostalgia, his eyes condensed slightly, and the surrounding scene stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the dazzling magic lights above his head, and felt his body full of strength, so he sat up directly.

"You finally woke up, it seems that you really resisted the demon's possession." Seeing Thorne standing up, Andrina's eyes flashed with joy, and she said immediately.

It can be seen from the other party's expression that he has been sitting next to him and watching Anderina's caring eyes, and Thorne's heart warms slightly.

Then he smiled at her and said, "It's alright, the essence of the devil's life has all been fused by me."

The reason why he was able to successfully fuse the essence of life of the devil completely relies on the "Qi Refining Technique", but the process is very thrilling, and if he is not careful, he will fall into a dead end.

At that time, after listening to the words of the sorcerer and pondering for a while, he came up with this thrilling method.

That is to retain a trace of sanity, and then completely let go of body and mind, allowing the demon's will to occupy his body.

Just when his body was about to be controlled by the demon's will, with the last trace of rationality, Thorne suddenly used the method of absorbing the flame energy in Yuantie in "Qi Refining", intending to refine the demon's life essence for his own use.

It turned out that he made the right bet. Although the process was very thrilling and painful, and he struggled to the brink of death several times, he was also very rewarding.

Feeling Thorne's smile, Andrina suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, because she found that the other party was like a different person.

When the two met in the tavern in Winter City, Thorne gave her the impression that she was a ranger who would kill players without mercy.

In the end, when she was in the ruins of Talan Village, through the fragility revealed by the other party's serious injury and coma, she realized that Thorne was just a poor person who used a cold expression to hide his fragile heart.

But now she feels more like someone who likes to hide in dark corners and suddenly wants to slowly touch the dazzling sunlight.

Because she can feel the other person's eyes looking at her is no longer alienation and dodging.

Deleting some sadness can accommodate more happiness. Did he already understand the meaning of this sentence?

"Congratulations, half-elf, inheritor of the Nine Swords." At this moment, the sorcerer's cold voice sounded.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Dark Night, for your help. May Guilin be with you, and I wish you a path that will never get lost."

Thorne turned around and sincerely thanked the sorcerer in the gauze.

"The road that never gets lost? Very well, I accept this sentence." The warlock pondered for a moment, then slowly said.

"Then, farewell," Thorne said, and turned to leave.

Get out of the carriage, looking at the dark night, blowing the cold wind.

Thorne suddenly felt a sense of gratification that he would die and live.

At this moment, a shadow quickly approached Thorne, interrupting his meditation.

"It's you?" Thorne said, looking at Ishak who came in a hurry.

"I'm relieved to see that you're okay. Although I don't know what happened at the time, I know very well that my life was saved by you. Thank you for your help."

Ishak walked up to Thorne, and saw Thorne who was okay, he was relieved, and then thanked, and immediately bent over to Thorne.

"It's just an effort, don't be so polite." Thorne stopped the other party's movements and said not very concerned.

Although he almost lost his life because of Ishak, but now the matter has passed, the two sides are at peace, and there is no blame or resentment.

Moreover, this is his hidden hidden danger, it will erupt sooner or later, it makes no difference.

"Thank you very much. In short, if there is anything that needs our help from the witch hunt team in the future, you can just tell me."

Ishak said in a sincere tone, and then handed over the dark red long sword in his hand.

Looking at this familiar weapon, Thorne took it directly and felt the familiar aura. Who would have thought that since the essence of life of the abyss demon is hidden in it.

"Why were you called the Demon Hunting Squad?" Thorne sheathed his sword, and Ishak's words aroused his curiosity.

"Because the dream of the five of us is to break into the abyss and kill the demons. Although this accident happened, the dream hidden in our hearts has never been shaken."

Ishak glanced at the thick night, and gently flapped his broad wings, speaking in a firm tone.

dream?

For everyone, more or less a firm dream, like the paladin girl who parted from him in the bar, her dream is to sweep away all evil in the world, which sounds great indeed.

Thorne could only smile and encourage it in return.

The dream of the lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan, is to create a coalition of five towns in the emerald field, sweep away all humanoids, and build a strong shelter for the players, which sounds lofty.

However, Thorne heard Horat say that this guy can't even solve the internal contradictions completely.

And there is a great dream in front of them, breaking into the abyss and hell, beheading all the demons, what is the purpose of them doing this?

Is it just for a quick pic?

Thorne didn't understand, and he didn't want to go to the end.

Because he knew that no matter how absurd dream the other party said, he should be respected as an observer, at least the other party had the courage to say it.

"Then what is my dream?" Thorne couldn't help thinking, and he slowly looked up to the sky.

The moonlight is like water, and the bright moonlight pours down, as if covering the earth with a hazy veil, and like a light mist, casting a layer of unreal color on everything, beautiful and beautiful. Breathtaking.

Thorne, who seemed to have figured it out, walked to Ishak, patted his shoulder lightly, and blessed: "May the sword in your hand always be sharp, and may your heart never be dark."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say more, and chose to turn around and leave, and the hazy figure gradually disappeared into the night.