Half-elf Ranger

In the spacious and bright hall, the light source to dispel the darkness is a few torches inserted on the wall.

in this noisy room.

The pained groans and suppressed wailing of the injured, as well as the intermittent low-pitched consolation and soft sobbing, combined with the **** smell in the air, were intertwined, forming an infectious atmosphere.

The moment people walked in, their hearts became heavy involuntarily.

"Heruk Hobgoblin was repelled by us, we are victorious!"

A town guard gasped and ran to the entrance of the hall, holding the door frame, sharing the news he had grasped with everyone at the first time, only to see his excited expression uncontrollably overflowing on his blood-stained face.

The excited roar was accurately delivered to everyone's ears at an extremely fast speed, and the entire messy hall suddenly solidified.

Immediately afterwards, everyone cheered excitedly, the wounded screamed because of their excitement, and the doctors scolded them.

Crouching in front of a blanket, Thorne, who was sweating profusely stitching wounds, heard the excited words conveying the message at the entrance of the hall, and obviously felt the unconscious injured person in front of him his chest heaved violently, followed by a large film. Blood splattered from the wound in the abdomen, seeping into the hall floor unstoppably.

"It seems that we can't be rescued." Seeing this situation, Thorne's movements stopped, and he said helplessly.

The wounded who was about to die was stabbed into the abdomen by the sharp claws of the vicious ape, leaving three shocking wounds, and even a large section of the intestines was exposed.

This scene was bloody, and when he was carried into the hall, many doctors and sisters were horrified.

For these people with such serious injuries, I am afraid that only professionals can adapt to this kind of scene.

And even if a professional doctor came over and observed it, he shook his head and sighed, indicating that the person was helpless, so let him have a good time, then turned around and left, and continued to work on the next injured person.

The priest druids who were proficient in healing magic turned around and left after seeing it. Obviously, they did not want to waste their precious magic in vain.

Thorne, who stumbled upon this situation, volunteered to take the very tricky treatment in an attempt to save the life.

Because he saw his own shadow in the unconscious wounded.

In the past, in the battle with the gnoll invaders, he was also left with a deep wound in the abdomen by the curved-blade sword. At that time, he was also in the dying stage, and the dim fire of life would be extinguished at any time.

However, he was lucky.

At such a time when his life was at stake, the half-elf leader of Shangcheng arrived in time and used the power of magic to save his life.

It's a pity that he doesn't use high-level healing magic.

This also means that his physical attributes are not outstanding.

In the process of finally using the healing potion to hang his life, then cleaning the wound, and stitching it bit by bit, the other party became excited when he heard the news of victory in a daze, which led to the final result. Failed to get over it.

Thorne got up and saluted the corpse slightly, and then motioned to a few people who came not far away to carry it down.

"Snapped!"

Just as the two soldiers lifted the corpse away, a blood-stained diary fell from the corpse's pocket, and Thorne moved, walked over and bent over to pick it up.

Seeing the small notebook in his hand, Thorne couldn't help thinking of Ashmore, the orphan ranger who likes to keep a diary the most in the town of Falls.

Most of what this guy records, though, is feel-good boasting.

It can be seen from this that in today's society, serious people generally do not carry a small notebook with them to write a diary.

So Thorne leaned in the corner of the hall and curiously turned to the first page.

Foreword:

The diary will make my life regular, and I can wake up in time every day without getting lost. This is the greatest benefit.

Of course, the main reason is that I want to record my growth in another world, the ups and downs of life, and recall my sweet moments as a kind of spiritual wealth.

So, from the moment I arrived in Twilight, I was ready to stick to this fine tradition.

—I am a very serious rogue.

…

Emerald Fields, Twilight Town, Flowering Moon, 10th.

The wind blew the long flowing hair at the back of my head, brushed my handsome cheeks and stabbed my black eyes, but I didn't care because I saw a town full of wonders: Twilight Town.

Looking at the town not far away with the smell of fireworks wafting from the wilderness, I raised my hand to wipe the dust from my lips and newly grown short beard, and I was so excited that I could not close my legs.

I'm a human rogue from Port Cullin across the Sea of ​​Radiance.

Port Kulin, a huge and dirty port, is also the only place I can call "home" in this world.

However, from the moment I saw Twilight Town, I believed that the filthy port in my mind would disappear from my memory forever.

I swear, I will never go back in the future.

In that huge filthy port, I could only look up at the white marble of the luxurious residences of the nobles, living humbly in the shabby huts and damaged tents of the slums.

Looking at Twilight Town, I don't know how to describe how I feel, all I know is that I have found a "home" that truly belongs to us wanderers.

In this bustling town, I can walk openly on the streets without having to hide in the shadows, because there are no dirty thieves' unions and high aristocrats, some are just a Zhang charge that makes people feel like a spring breeze of intimacy.

So, I call it: heaven.

The month of flowering, the 11th.

the next day.

I joined the army in Twilight Town without any hesitation, because I felt the warmth here, maybe this is really a home worth protecting.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, after joining the army in Twilight Town, you can even get a discount at the Salted Fish Hotel, hehe...

The month of flowering, the 12th.

I have to admit that these skilled workers bought from the slave market in Winter City are really... very dedicated.

The month of flowering, the 13th.

Today I did a total of four things: one day, three meals.

The month of flowering, the 14th.

The Death of Salted Fish…

The month of flowering, the 15th.

The Death of Salted Fish…

The month of flowering, the 16th.

Ugh!

Out of ammunition, shy.

I regret a little why I didn't choose a career with plenty of physical strength, why I didn't spend all my savings when the game was launched, and made a rush.

Of course, if I really knew such an accident would happen, would I still choose to do it?

I don't know whether it is better to lie flat in the real world or to struggle in another world.

Well, actually, my heart is also very tangled...

The month of flowering, the 17th.

Heruk Hobgoblin has attacked the city!

It turned out that the war in the wilderness was so tragic, and the gang fights in Port Culinary were simply pediatrics.

I'm really glad I was able to drag my tired body back.

I don't regret it this time, because I dodged two huge fireballs, and the aftermath of the fireballs only scorched my hair, and I don't know when it will grow back.

The month of flowering, the 18th.

...Am I getting used to the war? Still numb?

The one who told me yesterday that there will be hope is nowhere to be found, why is the army of Hruk hobgoblins fighting more and more.

The month of flowering, the 19th.

People who have not experienced war must not make rash comments, because it is really cruel.

But to me, this is a home worth protecting with my life!

Well, although I've only been here for less than a week.

The month of flowering, the 20th.

Hope does show up!

Here comes a mysterious ranger, the reversal is too fast, we are going to launch a counterattack.

I saw the dawn beckoning to me in the dark, and many people smiled lightly in the bright sunshine, so I was rendered by this atmosphere.

Unfortunately, I don't have a friend with whom I can share the joy.

I heard that the people living in Stallman are all tieflings.

They have small red faces, small horns, small tiger teeth, and small tails, but they don't know if there are small scales on their skin.

Needless to say, the mysterious Ranger has already killed four, and it looks like the fight is about to begin.

Hmm... when the war is over, be sure to go to Stallman Town to see it for yourself.

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"…"

Thorne read the diary in his hand, not knowing how to describe it, and finally put it away, ready to throw it to the lords of Twilight Town and let them deal with it themselves.

After all, this is the relic of the victim, and it should be sleeping with him.

Now that the war is over, he should also go to the plane merchants living in Twilight Town to complete his mission.

Because as long as the wizard tower in the town of waterfalls has a tower spirit, when they face the Hulk Hobgoblin in the Serenity Forest, they will be more confident to drive them away completely.

If the two deadly threats, the Hulk Hobgoblin in the Serenity Forest and the Gnoll in the Great Sword Scar Mountains, are expelled,

Then the realm they built in the Emerald Fields wouldn't be caught in a never-ending battle.

"It's him?" Just when Thorne was about to leave, he suddenly found that the lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan, walked in with a human man in a light blue robe.

For this ordinary-looking young man, Thorne recognized the identity of the other at a glance.

He is the master of Druid Qingchen, Master Deadwood, a Druid with a very high affinity for nature.

The best field is to communicate with the animals and plants in the natural world.

In today's counterattack against the Hulk Hobgoblin, the hundreds of crows that played a big role were domesticated by the Druid himself.

However, as Thorne heard from Sarajan before, the druid is preparing to break through the heroic level.

Now that the opponent is here, does it mean that he has successfully advanced to the hero level.

Just when Thorne was wondering, the two of them had already walked up to him under the guidance of Sarajan.

"Hello, little friend Thorne, I heard Xiao Tu Qingchen mention you, and it really is better to meet you than to be famous. It is better to meet you."

"You passed the prize, Master Deadwood, congratulations on your smooth progress, and please give me more advice in the future." Thorne reached out and shook the Druid briefly, and then saluted.

The Druid's eyes were very clear.

He once thought that the eyes of Master Qingchen in Waterfall Town were the clearest.

After seeing his master now, he immediately found that the other's eyes were clearer than his apprentice's, like a pure heart, a purest power.

This should be the gap after the improvement of the realm. After all, the strength of Master Qingchen is still hovering at the second order.

"No wonder even the goblin wizard Malvasia is full of praise for the master and apprentice. It seems that they do have two brushes." Thorne thought to himself.

Since he became acquainted with Master Qingchen, in order to improve the progress of Qi refining, he often went to him to listen to the knowledge about cultivation.

Let him know that the practitioners in the real world cultivate the "heart", which includes the body, spirit and soul.

This practice is also useful in this world.

And when they practice to a certain level, their spirit will become very pure, entering a mysterious "ethereal" state, that is, the so-called "spirit, qi and spirit" unity.

Unfortunately, this special cultivation state, he only passively entered a few times during the battle.

"It's nothing to brag about, it's just a fluke that has lived longer than you for decades. Although I've been walking very slowly, it is fortunate that I didn't go the wrong way." Master Withered Wood shook his head slightly and said modestly.

After Master Withered Wood finished speaking, he looked at Thorne carefully with his clear eyes, and said in a calm tone:

"You have a very special technique of cultivating qi. Because of its specialness and difficulty in cultivation, this practice method is not suitable for the public, and it can only be eliminated in the end, sealed in the long river of time.

But it is precisely because of its particularity that it becomes extraordinarily powerful when it cultivates to the perfect state. I admire your courage and determination to face the future. I hope that little friend Thorne can reach the end of that road. "

"So it is." Thorne nodded slightly, agreeing with Master Deadwood's opinion.

Because the Nine Swords Grandmaster who taught him Qi-refining had once told him that the advanced time of this kind of Qi-refining that spread from the Karatu Continent started in a hundred years.

Just imagine, the lifespan of an ordinary human being is only a few decades at most, how could he cultivate it to the highest stage.

Although it only took him half a year from training to the first glimpse of the door, it completely relied on the various specialties he mastered to increase the will attribute and the steel soul sect's coping methods, and then used the cold weather and waterfalls to limit the development of physical strength. come.

Obviously, if those who want to try this method do not have the expertise and skills like "Toughness", "Iron Will", "Bloody Challenger" and the "Spiritual Body" and "Clear Body" of the Steel Soul faction, It is impossible to break through so quickly.

But the facts also told him that this method of extreme exercise is only suitable for beginners, so that his physical strength can reach extraordinary.

If he wanted to break through from the first floor to the second floor, he would be at a loss, except that he had inadvertently entered the mysterious automatic operation state several times during the battle.

In other words, if he finds the wrong way to cultivate, even if he is given hundreds of years, it will be useless.

However, as he gradually learned about Qi refining and the way of cultivation, he understood that the improvement of this Qi refining will determine whether he can successfully withstand the erosion of the will of the Balor Flame King in the future.

Therefore, no matter how difficult the cultivation method is, he cannot give up, because it is related to the safety of his own life.

This is also the foundation that supports all Nine Swords moves. Even if there is no threat of the demon mark, he will take it seriously.

"Little friend Thorne, please be blunt." Seeing the contemplative ranger, Master Deadwood was silent for a long time, and suddenly said slowly: "Your mind is not peaceful, although your belief is very firm, but as long as your heart is peaceful and not It will be difficult for you to find your own way of practice.”

"Then what should I do?" Thorne looked at the Druid in front of him respectfully and asked.

The easiest way to calm down his mind is not to fight, but to experience the holiness of nature quietly. As time goes by, his mind will gradually return to peace and he will realize his own path of cultivation.

But this is obviously unlikely for him.

"I can't teach you this kind of practice that belongs to you. You need to understand it yourself." Master Wither Wood smiled and said:

"Everything in the world, everyone has a different way of practicing, even those believers who walk the way of godliness for them will have different ways of belief."

If it is said that among all occupations, which occupation is the easiest to advance, it is undoubtedly the priest who dedicates his faith to the gods, because they do not have to find their own way. As long as their faith is pious enough, the gods will sprinkle them a path to the peak. .

But that also means that when the gods fall or the priest's behavior annoys the gods, the road collapses and the power they were given is lost.

Everything has to start from scratch.

The sorcerer Anaxis followed the path that the old lord of the Night Serpent guided her, but this path is full of conspiracies and calculations. If she wants to successfully advance to the Legend of Destiny, she must get into the other side. in the trap.

So in order to get rid of this control, the sorcerer did not hesitate to turn against his suzerain, causing himself to be constantly attacked by the suzerain.

If she wants to get rid of this kind of control completely, she must restore the road that the sect master has paved for her to be her own path, and walk out a path of her own destiny legend.

Therefore, for Thorne, only the power obtained by himself is the safest.

Seeing that the Ranger fell into contemplation again, as if thinking about some incomprehensible problem, Master Wither Wood kindly reminded:

"When I first entered the path of cultivation, I couldn't really get started because of my dull aptitude and low understanding. So I spent more than five years on foot for tens of thousands of miles and traveled all over the world, and finally found a true path. It's the right way for you to practice."

"I understand, but I don't feel like I understand." Thorne looked stunned and said truthfully.

"You understand, that's because you already know what to do next, you don't understand, it's because you don't know whether it's useful or not, the decision of all this is still in your hands." En puzzled.

"Thank you for the guidance, Master." Thorne's eyes flashed with enlightenment, and then he bowed slightly to the Druid.

"You don't need to be so polite." Master Deadwood walked up to Thorne, patted his shoulder with a smile, and then said to Salayan beside him, "Let them all come over."

"Wait a moment." Sarayan responded and gave a few words to the people around him. Suddenly, in this messy hall, all the wounded gathered around Master Deadwood.

Looking at the crowd gathered around him, Master Withered Wood slowly spread his arms and whispered some kind of obscure ancient incantation.

— "Supernatural Ability: Rain of Tranquility!"

In an instant, a natural aura emitting a pale green light centered on the Druid, enveloped everyone at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then gently sprinkled down in the form of raindrops.

"The stab wound on my arm has healed." A soldier squeezed the bandage wrapped around his arm and said in surprise.

"The two arrow wounds on my **** have also healed." Another soldier who was crawling on the blanket jumped up with his hands on his butt.

Immediately afterwards, the hall became lively.

As the light green rain fell, the injuries of all the lightly injured people were all recovered at an extremely fast speed, and the deteriorating wounds of all the seriously injured people were also developing in the direction of healing.

"Is this the special power brought by perfect advancement?"

Thorne stretched out his palm, letting the light rain fall on his palm, feeling the tranquil natural breath, and whispering to himself, his eyes filled with a strong longing.

Seeing the special ability displayed by the Druid, his heart of yearning for the perfect advancement became firm again.

Moreover, he also found that after being shrouded in the falling light rain, his originally tired body actually recovered completely.

Although Druids and priests have a six-ring magic "Ring of Rejuvenation" that can also cause such a wide-ranging healing effect, but that effect Thorne has seen in the town of waterfalls, he can't compare with the Druid in front of him. effect compared.

So he turned his attention to the initiator of all this.

With such a powerful healing power, it is impossible to have no limitations at all.

Sure enough, when he cast his gaze over, he immediately found that Master Druid withered wood looked very tired after the light curtain ended, as if he would fall down if blown by the breeze.

Obviously, this should belong to a special ability that consumes a lot of energy.