Half-elf Ranger

Eighth floor of the tower.

The smoke from the explosion had long since dissipated, leaving only a mess.

"It's a pity that it was destroyed." Andrina said regretfully looking at the Rune Guard who was cut down by Thorne's long sword with only one head left.

"What a pity, even if this construct is given to you in its entirety, you won't be able to use it."

Thorne held the long sword and noticed that the eyes of the Rune Guard hidden in the horn helmet were still flashing scarlet light. Obviously, the soul of the Rune Guard was hidden inside the head.

If it is not completely eliminated, the fourth-level spell "Force Missile" filled by the wizard will be cast again after the charging is completed the next day.

Then he lifted the long sword and stabbed it into the gap in the Rune Guard's pupil, and then with a thought, a raging flame overflowed from the tip of the sword, completely covering the Rune Guard's head with scarlet eyes.

This lasted for a while, and the flashing red light in the Runeguard's horn helmet disappeared, and the hidden inner core was completely destroyed by Thorne.

"I can't tell that this tower is quite solid. Both of the Rune Guard's lead-filled thighs were blown off by your spell. There are only a few cracks in the marble floor. I thought it would at least be blown through."

All the crises were lifted, Thorne looked relieved, and after taking a careful look around, he said a little surprised.

"Wouldn't it be better, it would save us a lot of trouble in rebuilding." Andrina said with a smile as she walked over to Thorne.

"It seems that you really plan to live here." Thorne heard the meaning of the other party's words, and then added: "It saved a lot of trouble, but I don't plan to settle here, I hope you I can get used to living here in the future.”

Now, the tower owner's personal bodyguard, Rune Guard, has been destroyed by the two of them, which means that the crisis of the entire tower has been almost eliminated. It is not a big problem to discuss future problems with the other party.

"You don't like living in a quiet environment, isn't it better than your small shabby house by the waterfall." Andrina looked startled and couldn't help asking Thorne.

"It is indeed my favorite environment." Thorne nodded slightly, without denying it, and then explained to Andrina:

"But it's too far from the city gate of Waterfall Town, it's very inconvenient to travel, and every time I come here, I have to pass through the resting place of the dead soldiers in Waterfall Town. I don't want to disturb their sleep every day. Otherwise, the animal companions in the forest will be dissatisfied with me."

After listening to Thorne's explanation, Andrina felt relieved, recalling the palpitations of being peeped in secret when the two passed through the dense jungle over there, and after thinking for a while, there was a smile in her eyes. With Thorne whispered:

"When I was in the library just now, I noticed a book that recorded how to create a short-distance teleportation circle. When I build a teleportation circle on the top of the tower, I won't avoid these troubles."

"This is a good way, but making a portal is not as simple as you think." Thorne directly rejected the naive idea of ​​the sorceress and said:

"In addition to the need to buy a lot of expensive magic gems, you must be proficient in the production process, or you will be in trouble if you have an accident. Just relying on the knowledge from books, your current ability is still too tender."

After Thorne finished speaking, he seemed to realize something, so he continued: "Listening to what you mentioned, I think that there may be a teleportation array left by the wizard on the top of this tower."

The reason why wizards above the middle level are difficult to deal with is that in addition to their unpredictable attack spells, the most important thing is the various trigger chain spells they arrange themselves.

When an assassin tries to sneak up on the wizard to make a fatal blow, as long as he is equipped with this trigger chain teleportation spell, even if the wizard himself has fallen into a coma, this trigger teleportation spell will be activated instantly, and then When activated, teleport directly home, leaving the enemy alone in the wind.

But if you want to be teleported back accurately, you need to arrange the teleportation array and locate the teleportation coordinates in the safest place in the tower, so a teleportation array is essential for the wizard's tower.

"When my magic pet reconnaissance is finished, we will go up and check it out." Andrina said with a smile.

Due to the unknown danger of the tower, she did not choose to let it lead the way at first. Now that the crisis has almost touched, it is time to play the role of a magic pet.

Then the two walked to the five closed stone gates in the hall to see what they found unexpectedly.

"Every stone door has been placed with restrictions. If you want to open it, you should need some kind of control device." Anderina looked at the magic runes densely covered on the stone door, and said with some disappointment.

At this moment, a dark red figure flapped its little leather wings and flew over from the direction of the passage.

"Respected master, everything has been carefully checked, and there is no danger." The little devil Simba flew to Andrina and said respectfully.

"Then tell me the general situation of each floor." Andrina glanced at Thorne and said to the magic pet.

"The ninth, tenth and eleventh floors are empty, there are no buildings, and there is a corpse on the top floor." The little devil Simba was no longer naughty, but chose to say honestly.

Have a corpse?

Andrina looked stunned, and then, in the slightly resisting eyes of the magic pet, she took it into the different space again.

"The ninth, tenth and eleventh floors are empty. It should be that the wizard of this tower has not figured out how to arrange it. As for the corpse on the twelfth floor, it is very likely that the owner of the tower."

After Thorne finished speaking, he waved to Andrina and said, "Let's go, what's going on, you'll only know when you go up."

Twelve floors of the tower.

The two walked all the way to the twelfth floor, and indeed, as Andrina's magic pet said, there was no danger.

Since the tower is in the shape of an eight-sided spire, when Thorne and Andrina entered the twelfth floor, the space had shrunk to less than half.

The room is bright, thanks entirely to the magic lights on the ceiling, and even after a hundred years, the magic contained in it has not been exhausted.

The most conspicuous building displayed in front of the two of them was a dark cyan marble table without any dust, on which were placed two cards, one positive and one negative. Mortal, behind him is a cracked wall.

A palm-sized round mirror with a stand, a thin book and a quill pen, and a corpse with its upper body lying on the table.

The corpse is dressed in a luxurious brown magic robe, and the erosion of the years has not left any traces on this precious cloth.

His head was scattered unconsciously on the table, and there was still black blood stains on the table. Obviously, it was left by the corpse before he died.

"This should be the owner of the tower." Anderina said subconsciously when she saw the scene in front of her.

"That's right." Thorne nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the dimension bag hanging on the waist of the corpse and the rings on the fingers that turned into dead bones. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Exploring all the way to this place, he finally found something of value. As a wizard who can build high towers, the wealth on him must be immeasurable to Thorne.

"It turned out to be two tarot cards." Andrina's gaze was on the two cards hovering on the marble table.

"Tarot card? Is it the kind of card that can peep into the future?" Thorne looked startled and asked subconsciously.

"That's right." Andrina nodded and said, "A pair of tarot cards can peek into the future, or answer some secret questions, but it consumes vitality.

From the left hand of the dead wizard reaching out to another unopened tarot card, it can be seen that the cause of his death is most likely to predict a certain segment, resulting in excessive overdraft of vitality, and unable to open the second card before death. Card. "

After Andrina finished speaking, she walked over to the stone table, looked at the unopened tarot card, hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and picked it up.

Thorne's expression changed, and he immediately walked over to check the picture on the front of the card.

The four corners of this tarot card in Andrina's hand are embellished with crown marks, and the whole body is covered with mysterious runes. If you look closely, you can even see the faint magic aura that flickers.

The patterns on the edges of the two sides are two white candles of different lengths. The exuberant flames emitted by the candles meander, looking upward infinitely like a spiral staircase, until the edge of the card.

The pattern in the middle of the tarot card is an old woman with only her head and shoulders exposed. She is dressed in a gorgeous V-shaped robe, and around her neck is a string of delicate necklaces covered with tiny pearls.

The old woman's face was covered with deep wrinkles, rough as tree bark.

Although her sunken eyes were tightly closed, her hairless, wrinkled bald top was covered with dense eyes, which matched the hazy outline circles on the background of the cards, looking eerie.

"Both are crown symbols, which belong to the supreme deck, symbolizing the natural power of the multiverse, and are the most powerful cards in the entire deck." Andrina picked up another card and muttered to herself road:

"I don't know what this wizard wants to predict, but he turned over two supreme cards at once. After he opened the first card, he didn't have the courage to open the last card again even if he lost his life."

"Do you understand the meaning of the above?" Thorne asked aloud, looking at Andrina, who was muttering to himself.

"I don't know, I just understand a little bit." Andrina looked at the corpse lying on the table and shook her head slightly: "If there is a chance, be sure to find a prophet who is proficient in tarot cards to interpret these two cards. Hidden secrets."

After Andrina finished speaking, she carefully put it away.

"It is said that the preservation method of this deck must be wrapped in high-quality silk produced by the eastern kingdom, and then put into a sandalwood box, otherwise it will lose its proper ability." Thorne noticed that Andrina put Tarot The card was put away and reminded.

"How did you understand so clearly?" Andrina paused for a moment, then turned to look at Thorne in surprise.

"The old man in Winter City once mentioned this kind of thing to me inadvertently." Noticing Andrina's gaze, Thorne said truthfully.

"These two cards are useless. They have long lost their original predictive ability, but they do not affect the interpretation of the information on the cards." Andrina retracted her gaze and explained to Thorne, slightly helpless. : "However, if you want to find someone who understands tarot cards, you will undoubtedly find a needle in a haystack."

"It's just a prophecy of an evil wizard, and it's of no use to you. Don't be so persistent, and everything will follow." Thorne comforted Anderina.

Then he was attracted by a thin book on the table, so he picked it up curiously, and casually opened the first page to check it.

"It turns out that the last words of this wizard are a bit interesting."

After reading the above content, Thorne's expression changed and changed, muttering to himself.

Then threw it to Andrina, who was examining the round mirror, and sat alone on the marble table, bowing her head in deep thought.

Andrina subconsciously took it from Thorne's hand, looked at it briefly, and was immediately attracted by the content above.

Record content:

Life wanders between two worlds, like the stars hanging in the sky at the turn of day and night.

What is now, we know very little, and what will be in the future, we know even less.

Day and night, the flow of time rolls away, taking our life like a bubble to a distance.

The new birth, the old shattered, emerged in the waves of the years, just like the passing waves.

My origins have been lost in the darkness of the past. I used to be a wizard apprentice, an apprentice who knew how to survive, and my only apprenticeship has allowed me to survive for nearly a hundred years.

However, this is really nothing to the blood of the high elves, so I am really happy and sad for the wise choice.

In this lonely wandering life, the wasted years have worn away my soul, just as the wind turns rocks into dust, all good things have slipped away from my life, my youth and vitality are no longer there, only The shadow of loneliness is with me day and night.

Until one day, I dragged my tired body and soul to this beautiful town built on a waterfall.

With the kindness of this dragonborn lord, I have my own tower on the cliff, where I receive apprentices, create constructs, peek into the secrets of time and space insight, and taboo research.

I thought I could live the rest of my life in peace like this, but she appeared.

One of the most dazzling residents of Fallstown was a high elf girl like me. Her name was Kefla Jolenov.

I still clearly remember the scene when I first met her.

Her pale white long dress was hidden among the green flowers and trees, her slender body was looming under the clothes, and on her youthful face, a pair of golden eyes were like water, she walked cheerfully , During the walk, the pale white dress moved with the wind, like a white smoke lingering, this extremely unreal fantasy made me intoxicated.

Seeing her, my dead heart seems to be rejuvenated with youth and vitality, so I long for her to be mine, and I want to love her with all my heart, love her youth, love her joy, love her innocence.

I have the blood of the high elves, and the three hundred years are just a child who has just grown up in the eyes of the high elves, but these years are like an apprentice holding a carving knife, clumsily carving my practice tool over and over again, until it becomes a mere worthless waste.

So she looked down on me and called me: the old man, the elder or the grandfather, and she also floated her heart to the proud and glorious warrior.

They were engaged, and the day for the wedding was set.

Why do I feel like a funny lich uglier than dragonborn.

Life, everything seems to have lost its color and become monotonous gray and white.

I hate!

Endless anger grew in my heart, making me lose my reason to seek the truth, and I became like a lich who escaped from the shadow of death, madly drowning my remaining reason.

I swear, I'll put blood red in her golden eyes that eclipsed the desert, and make her long golden hair gleaming in the sun turn into dead white with no breath of life, and make her reddish pretty Her face became cold and pale, her fair skin turned into a phantom, she hated all living creatures, she lived in distorted pain forever, and everything she passed was a wasteland...

Everything was as I expected, I did it all, I was like an angry god, swept the whole land like a thunder, leaving only death with me, I became a loner again, with a lonely back. The blood-colored sun sets in the west, and is mercilessly pulled longer and longer by the hand of death.

I am a high elf wizard. Because of my special status, I am fortunate to be named under the organization of time and space insight. It is ridiculous that I can't predict my future. It is really ridiculous, isn't it?

Standing alone in the tower, looking at the devastated land, suffering the double blow of body and mind.

I finally made the last choice in my life, I used the rest of my life as a price, just to peep into the unpredictable corner.

Life is really tiring.

In fact, I'm just an inconspicuous little commoner. I don't have the far-fetched and ridiculous ideals of the Godkiller and the Insight. If I come to the bland, then I'll go to the bland. Maybe this is a good choice.

This is a supreme card, it symbolizes the natural power of the multiverse, a mortal with a hideous face, and behind it is a cracked cobweb-like wall.

I really didn't have the courage to open the second one, and despair and helplessness pervaded my heart.

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An ordinary wizard, Evindel, rests here.