Half-elf Ranger

"You're... a half-elf ranger... Thorne? Are you really Thorne?!"

The wizard Pardo looked at the smiling face in front of him, and subconsciously reached out and rubbed his eyes. When he really confirmed the identity of the other party, he immediately exclaimed in excitement.

The little wizard stared at this impressive face, and in his mind flashed scenes of unforgettable sadness like a slideshow.

The devil sahuagin from the deep sea holds a trident covered in the blood of his compatriots, the Balor roars and dances in the night sky, the terrifying figure of Yenogu, the king of the gnolls, is opened up. Countless demons gushing out of the cracks in the bottom abyss, abyss gnolls wandering in the lower city, Qawsai demons, abyss ghouls...

There is also the oppressive darkness and disgusting stench of the sewers, the shocking howls of the dire wolves up and down in the emerald field, and the tragic slaughter in the hunting ritual held by the crazy Mara believers in the ruins of Tara Village...

"Yes, it seems that you still remember me." Thorne looked at the expression of the little wizard's surprised mouth that was about to put an egg in his mouth, showed a gentle smile, and nodded slightly to him in response.

To be honest, he was a little surprised to be able to meet this little wizard who was rescued in Winter City here.

What made him most embarrassed was that the other party had changed so much in half a year's growth, and there was a hint of perseverance on the original tender face.

In particular, his calmness in the face of a group of lizardmen made Thorne feel ashamed.

Because he felt that when he was his age, he should not be able to do this to such an extent.

"It's really you! Brother Thorne!"

The little wizard Pardo saw that the Ranger nodded in person and admitted that the last trace of vigilance disappeared without a trace, a burst of sadness rushed into his heart instantly, and a faint mist uncontrollably appeared in his bright eyes. .

Immediately afterwards, Pardo opened his arms and threw himself into Thorne's arms, sobbing softly in his arms as if he had been aggrieved.

Suddenly, the good impression that this strong little wizard had left in Thorne's heart... collapsed in an instant.

"Uh...this...this..." Seeing the excited little wizard, Thorne was stunned on the spot as if he had been immobilized.

I saw him look left and right, and there was nothing except the lizardmen who were still scurrying around like headless flies.

Obviously, he was a little overwhelmed in the circle. He didn't expect the other party to see such a big reaction from him, it seemed a bit too much...

Pardo's expression was as if a child who had been away from home for many years accidentally met his relatives.

In Fallsville, the youngest player Thorne ever encountered was another ranger, Ashmore.

However, this guy is an orphan, so he doesn't care about the bad things about homesickness. On the contrary, he is very adaptable to this world, and sometimes even shows it off to others, making them ticklish.

The second is the black dragon Sigrid, not to mention this little girl. The hundreds of years of long life have made her adapt to heartless. In her own words:

All I need to do every day is take care of my stomach, beautiful long hair and those smiling eyes.

As for other things? snort! It's none of my business.

There is no way, who makes people a dragon, as long as they eat well and drink well, they can increase their strength.

The little wizard Pardo in front of him was different. Not only did he have a family he would never see, but he also witnessed the tragic death of his uncle half a year ago.

Then, in the process of escaping with him to the ruins of Talan Village, there were many disasters that in reality, including the original inhabitants of this peaceful region of the world, may not encounter in their lifetimes.

Under such a big blow, after everything calmed down, he was taken alone to the Wizard Tower of Winter City to survive.

It can be seen from the way he confronted the enemy just now that the life of the Wizard Tower in Winter City is not as comfortable as he imagined.

Otherwise, he would not be so skilled in dealing with the siege of the lizardmen.

Therefore, after seeing him, the only compatriot who was relatively familiar and belonged to the same place, the deepest grievances in my heart were like a dam that opened, and all of them burst out.

At this time, the wizard Pardo still has the calm attitude of calmly responding to the enemy just now.

He looked more like a homesick kid.

There is always a time when tears can make people grow up completely.

Thorne believed that Pardo would soon grow up and become a strong person after this vent.

"In the end, he's just a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child. It's already very good to do this. What can I expect from him?" Thorne looked down at the little boy who was throwing himself in his arms and venting his grievances. The wizard, sighed slightly.

In fact, he is really strong.

Even the native half-elf girl Lilia who survived in the town of waterfalls became unhappy after the sacrifice of her father, that is, his ranger mentor, and her whole person seemed to have changed.

Although she has been much better than before under the guidance of the lively black dragon Sigrid, she still has not really stepped out of the shadows.

Thorne reached out and patted Pardo's shoulder gently, and comforted softly: "Okay, don't be sad, as long as you live strong, there will be hope in the future."

Unfortunately, he is not a person who is good at comforting others. Facing this embarrassing scene, Thorne really doesn't know what to do.

Being so tossed by the other party made him realize that he was also a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Thorne involuntarily recalled the silent scene of standing there in the upper town of Waterfall Town after the mutation, staring at the surging waterfall.

At that time, he even thought about whether he would quit the game after trying to commit suicide, in this emotion of grief and panic.

In the end, it was Lilia's innocent smile that infected him, let him see the radiance of the sky in the long, confused night, pointed out the direction for him to move forward, and strengthened his belief in living.

However, the good times did not last long. The Hobgoblin captured the lower part of Pushang Town. Many of his otherworldly compatriots died, and the half-elves in the upper town also suffered heavy losses.

So he forcibly suppressed his sadness, sealed his heart deeply, and left the waterfall town alone under the guidance of the light of the Wizard Tower of Winter City.

Fortunately, he not only got the inheritance of Nine Swords, but also met Anderina, which made him understand that there will always be unexpected warmth and endless hope in life.

Thinking of this, Thorne let out a laugh, easily stabilized his emotions, and then turned his eyes not far away.

The dozen or so lizardmen who were scurrying around due to their blindness have gradually recovered.

There was even a lizard man who was staring at him with a bad expression, and looked down at the javelin in his hand from time to time, as if hesitating whether to throw it or not.

"Be safe." Thorne pushed away the little wizard who had just stopped sobbing, reminded him, then clenched the sword in his hand and jumped into the crowd of lizards.

In the night, the swords in the hands of the ranger were swung into a dazzling dance of death, and every time the sword light flashed, a lizardman was hit and killed.

Just a moment of effort.

More than a dozen lizardmen all fell into a pool of blood, and the flowing blood shone with a faint luster in the bleak moonlight.