Half-elf Ranger

Sword Tomb, a barren area, overgrown with weeds.

A long sword hidden in the weeds lies beside each tomb, uttering the sadness and silence alone, everything seems so quiet, the warm spring breeze gently brushes the rusted blade, as if emitting a slight moan The sound of the sword cry.

"Ouch..."

A pure black warg the size of a calf seemed to feel the depressed mood of its master on its back. While moving slowly from the sword mound, a slightly desolate whimper rolled from its throat.

The sorceress Andrina, who was far behind, looked at the silent back of the sorcerer Malvasa in the Sword Tomb, and hesitated for a while, and was about to go to comfort when she suddenly noticed a powerful force in her palm. , so that her hand felt a slight pain, so she cast an unhappy gaze.

"Let her be alone." Noticing the dissatisfied eyes, Thorne relaxed a bit, smiled and responded to her, and said calmly:

"Can't you see it? This goblin wizard lady is not a person who needs comfort. Everyone has a way to heal themselves. For her, silence is the best way to heal grief."

"The illusory beta testers and why you want to know why I know so much. I'm sorry, no comment, because everyone has secrets that they don't want to reveal in their deepest hearts, and this thing for me is A sad story."

Looking at the goblin wizard Luoji's back, Thorne suddenly remembered the meaningful words of the other party when he asked the goblin wizard the secrets of this world.

Although he didn't understand the relationship between the people buried in this sword mound and the sculpture called 'War Blade' and the goblin wizard, he could clearly feel that the goblin wizard at this time needed silence most with silence.

"Keeping silent can cure sadness?" Andrina lingered on the back of the goblin wizard for a moment, then dropped it on Thorne's face, looking at his calm cheeks revealing determination, she was fascinated.

Because she saw some overlap with Thorne in the back of the goblin wizard Luoji, the two seemed to be surprisingly similar when dealing with grief.

"The human heart is very fragile, and it is safest to wrap it tightly."

Andrina recalled again that night in Talan Village, when Thorne left her eyes with a lonely back, the words that left an impressive impression on her.

It was also from that moment that this Ranger, who looked strong on the outside, but was fragile on the inside, aroused her curiosity to get to know each other, and finally plucked up the courage to come to Waterfall Town with him until now.

"What's the matter with you?" Suddenly, Thorne noticed Andrina's strange eyes looking at him, and took the initiative to stretch out his palm, touching his face very gently, and asked a little strangely.

"It's all right." Andrina carefully tidied up a few strands of hair on Thorne's forehead, and her watery eyes looked at his eyes quietly.

Suddenly, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her red lips parted lightly, and she spoke softly: "I just suddenly found out that Thorne from our family is also a very handsome and attractive man."

"..." Thorne silently looked at the sorceress who had started to become **** inexplicably, and muttered depressedly: "So, I used to be a very bad kind in your eyes."

"You just know." Andrina wrapped his arm tightly against her full chest, and joked with a smile: "At that time, you liked to cover your paralyzed facial expression in black all day long. In the lacquered cloak, people take the initiative to say a few words to you, but you ignore it, haven't you changed much now?"

"That's because I felt the unexpected warmth and endless hope in you." Feeling the soft touch on his arm, Thorne's heart swayed slightly, and he involuntarily stretched out another hand to caress Andrina said with a smile, with her long hair loose.

"It really surprised me that this sentence could come out of your mouth. It shows that my efforts were not in vain, and you are not the kind of hopeless... person."

Andrina obediently let Thorne stroke her long hair like a kitten, a happy smile blooming on her delicate cheeks.

"Mr. Thorne." At this moment, a rough and frantic voice exclusively for orcs interrupted the warm time between the two.

"What's the matter?" Thorne looked suspiciously and turned to the orc swordsman on his side.

"I want to ask you one thing." Orc Sword Saint Kutaig first put a rusty long sword back to its original position with a solemn expression, and then bowed respectfully to the cemetery, with a hesitant look on his face, Open your mouth to express your inner thoughts:

"If one day in the future, I die in the wilderness or other places, I hope you can help me to bury my body or the weapon in my hand in this sword mound."

"I started looking for a cemetery for myself so early. This is not our hometown. An inch of land is worth a lot of money. What are you thinking about?" Seeing the serious expression of the orc swordsman, Thorne was startled and joked with a smile.

"Mr. Thorne, I'm not joking with you, I can feel a very familiar atmosphere here." The orc swordsman Kutaig looked serious and said seriously: "The reason why the swordsmen are strong is not only their indomitable battles. Unexpectedly, each of their weapons is a unique weapon formed by using their own life energy to cultivate.

Although these long swords passed away with the owner, the life energy also dissipated completely, so that they became an ordinary and useless weapon.

But when I pick up each long sword, I can still sense the powerful fighting spirit radiating from the blade, as if telling me the dazzling glory that they bloom after defeating the opponent, this glory is the most perfect war and The ecstasy of victory, a moment of glory that even the gods would envy. "

"For me, only fighting is the most beautiful, just like the sentence on the sculpture: the moment when life is suspended on the shining blade is the most perfect!" The long sword was raised to the sky, emitting a dazzling brilliance in the bright sunlight.

"Don't be delusional, you don't deserve to rest here, you will only disturb the warriors who are sleeping here." At this time, a thin and hoarse voice came from the back of the goblin wizard Luoji.

"Ms. Malvasia, if I do it, I can meet that requirement." Orc Swordsman Kutaig turned to look at the back of the goblin wizard and asked with a serious face.

"Okay, what are you thinking about?" Thorne glanced at Andrina, walked to the orc swordsman, smacked his chest with a smile and said:

"We still have a long way to go. Now is not the time to think about this. In your indomitable belief, although life and death have been put aside, the only thing you can't think about is your own funeral. This will only shake your belief, so Don't think about it so much, you just need to know what to do now."

"That's right, what little brother Thorne said is right." Master Qingchen, who was not far away, turned around, first smiled at Thorne, and when he saw the other side nod, he turned his attention to Kutaig's On the body:

"When the beautiful leaves fall, the veins of life are clearly visible, so don't look back, keep looking forward. Only in this way will the road of life be gradually revealed in front of our eyes."

"Brother Kutaig, I can feel your body and mind that are gradually moving towards the light, so I suggest that you, like me, fall into the arms of the **** of justice. Because a truly pure soul should ascend to the seventh heaven after death, where is the The paradigm of justice and order is the grace and infinite mercy of God, where angels and warriors are the guardians of good against the invasion of evil, so..."

The dragonborn paladin Peo held the holy emblem of the God of Justice and walked in front of Kutaig with a holy look on his face, and seriously told him the teachings of the God of Justice.

"Little lizard, put away your set, the gods are just the spokesperson of the world's will, don't shake Kutaige's belief." Goblin wizard Malvasia's slightly hoarse voice drifted again with the warm spring breeze to the ears of the people.

"I'm sorry, Brother Peo, I only abide by the belief of protection and strengthening, so the doctrine of the **** of justice is not suitable for me." The orc swordsman glanced at the paladin apologetically, and turned his eyes to the goblin wizard: "Marr Ms. Visa, you seemed to be in tears just now?"

"Oh?" The goblin wizard paused for a moment, stretched out a small hand and brushed her cheek gently, a crystal teardrop appeared on her fingertips, shimmering in the sunlight, and then she had a doubtful tone Whispered: "Really? But I didn't feel it myself."

"Because when a person tries his best to suppress his sadness without making a sound, the whole person's psychology will become highly tense and sensitive, and the tone of speech will become more and more hoarse."

Kutaig explained to the goblin wizard: "I have seen this feeling in many of our compatriots, so I am very sensitive to it."

"I see..." Malvasa muttered to herself, her expression calmed down again, and then she immediately drove the Warg towards the entrance to the ruins.