Half-elf Ranger

Early in the morning, the morning sun dyed the gauze-like mist on the grass red.

Thorne, who was sitting cross-legged beside the golden oak tree, opened his eyes, followed by a thought, and the frost covering his clothes and hair was instantly melted by the shrouded pale orange firelight, turning into white mist and dissipating in the air.

Then Thorne got up, covered his long messy hair with his hood, picked up the long sword that was standing upside down in front of him, and put it in the scabbard. In the chirping of birds.

After accepting the request of the harpist Alanis, he needs to pass through the Serenity Forest and head to the town of Twin Towers to the east to investigate an abandoned tower called the Tower of the Dead.

Although the tower has long been in a semi-ruin state, home to rats and bird creatures, there are unknown underground passages at the base of the tower, and it is likely that demon worshipers are inseparable.

Thorne, who heard the news, even if the other party did not entrust this matter to him, he would choose to go to Twin Towers alone, because it was about the abyss demon.

Since he mastered the special ability "Demon Power", he has always been concerned about unlocking more powerful abilities if he leveled it up.

In the entire emerald field, the only ones related to demons are the abyss gnolls of the gnoll tribe and Yeenogu Fang, two monsters transformed from demon spirits.

It is a pity that this semi-demon creature only exists in large gnoll tribes, and there are almost no small and medium-sized gnoll tribes in the wilderness, which also makes it impossible for his "Demon Power" ability to increase rapidly.

Going all the way from Stallman Town, until now, counting the 5 points accidentally obtained by the devil creature he killed yesterday, his "Devil Power" progress is only: lv1 (26100).

In fact, when he heard the news about the Demon Worshipers in Twin Towers Town, he was already moved, but he was very unhappy that he was being used by people with intentions, so he refused the request of the Harper Alliance without hesitation.

Now, the benefits are obtained, and the content of the task is as he wishes, so the best of both worlds is naturally more satisfactory to him.

Moreover, there is relatively no fatal threat in the current waterfall town. The second leader of the large gnoll tribe from the Dajianhen Mountains was beheaded by him again. After being cleaned up by him again, even if a new leader is elected again, the strength will drop sharply. The high walls of the waterfall town can completely handle it, and the two ghost leaders in the lower city are not fools.

And the Hulk Hobgoblins from the Black Pearl Forest don't need to worry too much for the time being. According to the news that Master Qingchen received from the Druid Order in the Emerald Garden, he knew that these hobgoblins entrenched in the Forest of Tranquility Now that they have not fully established their foothold, they will not rush to attack at all.

This is also the main reason why he will leave the town of Falls with confidence.

When Thorne was about to walk to the oak trees outside the temple, he suddenly noticed the Druid player Sting sitting under the golden oak tree, looking at his silent face and the frost condensed on his short hair and eyebrows, Thorne slightly With a sigh, he walked over to him:

"The lost arm can be completely restored to its original state by magic, and when a person dies, the priest's nine-ring magic "complete resurrection" can also revive it, so as long as you are still alive, there will be hope. "

The priest's magic did have magic that could resurrect the dead, but he didn't mention the price he had to pay, just to leave a glimmer of hope in the other party's heart.

"It turns out that you have long known the nine-ring magic "complete resurrection", and you are working hard in this direction, so you dedicate your voice and belief to the forest goddess, right? "Looking at the other's calm eyes, Thorne seemed to understand what he wanted to express.

Seeing the silent nod of the other party, Thorne knew that he had guessed correctly, so he continued: "I hope this kind of price can make you a better and greater existence, at least your current efforts have this possibility, then I wish you the best of luck. success."

Watching Thorne leave, the silent Sting got up, pressed the unicorn holy emblem to his chest, bowed deeply to him, and then sat cross-legged on the green moss under the golden oak tree again.

Leaving the oak tree where Sting was sitting cross-legged, Thorne walked through a dense bush and chased away a few small animals that were jumping and jumping behind him. Came to the road leading to the exit of the temple.

Immediately afterwards, a figure that impressed him once again appeared in his sight.

"Chirp!"

There was a loud eagle roar from the trees, and the dire eagle flew over Thorne's head and circled a few times before landing on his shoulder and rubbing his cheek affectionately.

"Are you here to see me off?"

Thorne smiled and stroked the eagle's head, and the Dire Eagle let out a long, happy cry, took off again, and disappeared into the bushes again.

"People will always change, but they will never change to what they used to be, especially those who have experienced ups and downs. You said that you don't want people you are familiar with to gradually become unfamiliar, and you also said that the outside world is very wide. , full of pain but also full of joy, the former makes you grow, the latter makes your journey unbearable."

The half-elf girl Lilia walked towards Thorne and said slowly: "It's a pity that I can't change back to the innocent half-elf girl I used to be. The only thing I can do is to live strong."

"That's good." Thorne looked at the half-elf girl who came close, reached out and stroked her long loose hair, smiled and nodded with relief: "Life should be like a candle, burning from the top to the bottom. , is always bright, and our mind and body must not be occupied by darkness and depression."

"However, I can feel that your heart has drifted away from the town of Waterfall, and I am even a little worried that you will suddenly disappear without a trace one day." The half-elf girl let Thorne brush her long hair. , noticing Thorne's obviously paused arm, she looked at him and said with a slightly sad tone: "Since you will have to leave sooner or later, it is better to leave as soon as possible."

"I promised your father, this is my promise to him." Thorne retracted his right hand and sighed:

"He taught me how to track the trail of prey, how to sneak in the shadows with the help of bushes and gravel, and how to hunt and kill the dangerous things that linger on the edge of civilization, so that I hone my special fighting skills in the hardships and successfully walk out a path of its own."

"Thorn, do you know what home is?" The half-elf girl was silent for a long time, her pale blue eyes flashed, and she raised her head and asked.

"Home?" Thorne hesitated for a moment, and finally looked up at the sky full of morning light, and sighed: "Home is a heavy burden and a responsibility. A special feeling reverberates in my heart, more like a lamp in my heart that never goes out."

"Yeah." The half-elf girl nodded and gently pulled Thorne's arm: "However, the home in my mind is a house he built by himself. She lives in it with him, and he is in charge of it. Hunting, she looks at the small garden, cooks food, they trade game and crops for money, buy what they need, and they grow old together with beauty and dignity."

"..." Thorne stood there, silent.

The half-elf girl Lilia looked at Thorne, who was born, and gently stroked his face hidden in the hood. She leaned her whole body into his arms, left a sentence, and turned away.

When the fragrant raspberry-like aroma that lingered in his nose disappeared, Thorne began to recall the last words left by the half-elf girl.

In the end, he shook his head somewhat puzzled, and disappeared into the Merikai Temple in the face of the morning light and fog.

I don't know how long it took, the bard Geert watched the morning light flash, and immediately plucked the strings, and a low-pitched music with a vibrato floated out from the trees:

When the first ray of morning light penetrates the mist,

Come to the world with freshness,

A stream of cool springs flowed into my heart.

Such a thing is justified,

Only because our hearts burn with the eternal fire of hope.

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