Half-elf Ranger

"Why don't you go back?" Thorne looked at the elf banshee Kevra, who was standing beside him and refused to leave, and found that the little girl hid with a guilty conscience when she noticed her gaze.

He thought for a while and guessed the little thought in Kevlar's heart, which made him suddenly feel a little headache.

"It's so boring for people to stay in the tower all day. I finally found the opportunity to come out. I want to go to the town of Twin Towers for more."

The elf banshee wrapped her slender fingers around a strand of silver-white hair on her chest, peeked at Thorne, and whispered in a low, inaudible voice.

"No!" Thorne heard the words, showing an unexpected expression, and then deliberately stern, forcibly rejected her seemingly trivial request.

"Why?" The elf banshee raised her head, looked straight at Thorne with her pale red eyes, stomped her feet angrily, and then looked at him eagerly, as if she would cry at any time.

With this very humanized appearance, it is difficult to make people think of her true identity, which is actually the kind of undead creature that hates any living thing because of her own death: the banshee.

Today, although Kefla's identity is still a undead banshee with a very high affinity for necromantic spells, if she is seriously pursued, she is more like a magical creature.

Thinking of this, Thorne had to sigh to himself, and it was all due to Malvasia.

It was He who used the energy of the elemental pool to perform a magical ritual for Kevra to wash away the evil breath, which made her feel like a new life.

Otherwise, this little banshee is likely to be corrupted by evil energy due to the nature of undead creatures, gradually lose its original will, and eventually become a real evil banshee.

After getting along for so many years, Thorne has long been immune to her tried-and-true tricks with Anders Lena, showing an unmoved appearance, so that she should not be delusional.

Then he made a random excuse and said perfunctorily: "The outside world is too dangerous to let you go out to play casually, so just stay in the tower obediently."

"What's the danger, don't forget, I am the strongest necromancer in the wizard tower, how could someone threaten me."

The elf banshee was a little unhappy, she put away her aggrieved look, and retorted to Thorne unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, little master Kevlar's strength is so strong that there will never be any danger. Besides, there is Ben... and I am by her side. How could there be any accident, you can rest assured."

The little devil standing on his shoulders patted his skinny chest with his small claws while making a high-pitched voice.

Thorne deliberately gave the little devil a cold look.

Seeing that the other party was frightened by him, his eyes narrowed, and he wrapped himself into a dark red meat ball with his wings like a shrunken turtle, and then he took it back.

For the little devil, a familiar from the Hell of Baator. Throughout the Emerald Fields, Thorne thought that no one knew it better than he did.

Although little devil familiars are often summoned to the main material world, they serve as waiters for spellcasters, or serve as advisors, spies, and so on to play various roles. But don't lose sight of the true identity of these little guys.

As demons from the Hell of Baator, they tend to show extraordinary loyalty while serving as familiars.

It will also, intentionally or unintentionally, imply that his master is doing evil things, in order to finally take this mortal soul as his reward and take it as his own.

Even when the owner is threatened, it will show considerable danger.

Therefore, he can't say how much he likes this little magic pet of Anderina, and naturally he doesn't like it much.

Although he didn't like this little guy, he still listened to what he said just now. Thorne pondered for a while, and asked in a gentle tone:

"You go out to play alone, do you have the heart to keep your sister alone in the tower? I'm going out for a long time, and you're the only one left by her side in the tower. If you have nothing to do, just accompany her more, or more Learn some spells, don't just sneak out and play all day."

In fact, he had discovered many times before that the elf banshee and the little devil slipped out of the waterfall town to play together, but it was the emerald field, and nothing could threaten her safety, and this was different.

This place belongs to the Wild Skull Mountains, the territory of the Kingdom of Heskan.

Let her show up here with the little devil, and maybe she will encounter some clerics who can detect her true identity or be suddenly targeted by a cult.

That's the main reason why he doesn't agree with Kevlar going out.

If something happened to this little banshee, Andrina would have no one to talk to.

"I think so too, but since you left, my elder sister has gone into seclusion and told me that she is studying a very important topic, so don't disturb her if you have nothing to do."

Hearing Thorne mentioning Andrina, the elf banshee frowned beautifully, her fingers wrapped around her hair, and she looked distressed.

Hearing what the little banshee said, Thorne sighed slightly and understood the reason.

He was silent for a while, then looked at Kevra, who was staring down at the toes, and said slowly:

"That's alright, but you have to follow me, and you can only move around in the town of Twin Towers. When I leave, you have to go back immediately, okay?"

Now that Mara's hunters have been cleaned up by them, all they need to do now is to go to the cave deep in the valley to find what the witch Cecil threatened to leave for him.

Due to the great battle, other people will not mention it for the time being, and he himself has consumed most of his physical strength in the fierce battle just now.

Thorne felt that it was better to rest here for a night, and the time to go to the caves deep in the valley could only be selected in the early morning of the next day.

After he finished speaking, he ignored the little banshee and immediately turned around and walked in the direction of the paladin Ava.

"I see." Seeing Thorne relentlessly agree, the little banshee showed a happy smile, excitedly catching up with him, grabbing one arm with both hands, and responding happily.

"When the time comes, I will let Taring monitor you. If you don't go back, I'm sorry, Taring will force you back." Thorne withdrew his arm, still with a straight face, expressionless. .

"Oh..." Kevlar, who was half happy, immediately turned into a listless look, and followed behind Thorne honestly.

Thorne didn't bother to pay attention to her appearance like a frosted eggplant, and went straight to the paladin, said hello to him briefly, and asked him to help him heal the wound on his back.

In this battle, in addition to being wounded by a vampire's weapon, he was also shot by an orc with a strong bow.

Fortunately, he has experienced two dragon blood baptisms, making his natural armor comparable to the strength of ordinary chain armor.

Moreover, when he sensed that the enemy's attack could not be avoided, he promptly activated the Shilong faction's defensive magic "Stone Casting Body" move.

Otherwise, when he encounters a vampire, even if he is not killed by one blow, he will be seriously injured.

In the face of the strong bow shot of the orcs, even the whole body will be penetrated.

Facing the ranger who helped him kill the Mara hunter, the paladin Avar readily agreed, helping Thorne to remove the arrow on his back, deal with the wound, and perform healing magic to heal the wound.

"Thank you." Feeling that the injury had recovered, Thorne felt much relieved. He shrugged, moved his body, and thanked the solemn-looking paladin.

On the contrary, when the little banshee Kevra came over, her expression tightened when she saw the paladin, as if a mouse saw a cat, and hid behind him a little scared.

Apparently, the holy energy of the paladin made her feel very uncomfortable.

"It's okay, you're welcome, you're welcome." The paladin Avar showed a rare smile.

After he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly noticed the little banshee hiding behind Thorne.

When he looked at the little devil whose shoulders had long been curled into a ball of dark red flesh, he couldn't help frowning again.

As a paladin, especially that of the true **** Thom, they are stronger against all kinds of evil creatures than any other paladin of the good god.

The paladin, who has an extremely keen sense of evil, sensed a very uncomfortable aura on the little banshee.

He instinctively wanted to throw a detect evil spell to detect the true identity of the other party, but he thought of the inappropriateness of this behavior, and finally endured it.

"Who is this?" However, the paladin Ava still chose to take the initiative to ask.

He had long heard that the territory of the Emerald Fields was inhabited by many evil races for good, the most obvious being the race of goblins freed from the control of hobgoblins and goblins.

If you walk in a small town in the Emerald Fields, it is not surprising to see goblins and kobolds hanging on their backs, trolls and orcs drinking at the same table, ogres and halflings bragging together.

He even heard someone mention something that shocked the entire Temple of Thom.

This matter is that there is a succubus paladin in the town of Stallman, which is all inhabited by the tiefling race.

In the battle just now, the paladin had witnessed assistance from tauren, orcs and mind flayers, which made him curious about these wild territories.

If you have time, you must go to the various territories of the Emerald Wilderness in person. Paladin Avar involuntarily raised such a strange thought.

"Can't you see her true identity?" Hearing the paladin's initiative to ask, Thorne froze for a moment, and then asked curiously.

He originally thought that the paladin, who had reached the fourth-order paragon, could easily determine the identity of the little banshee even without careful observation.

Who would have thought that when Kevra stood next to the paladin, the other party just felt a little wrong and didn't notice anything.

It can be seen from this that the little banshee, as an undead creature, has really been completely reborn with that ceremony.

"What's so strange about this?" Ava looked at the ranger in front of him with a puzzled expression, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the pretty elf looked at him with a hint of fear in his eyes.

This made him even more curious about the identity of the other party.

Thorne reached out and stroked the little banshee's hair, smiled and signaled that she didn't have to worry. Seeing her gradually relax, he pointed to her and introduced to the paladin: "She is my... sister, her name is Kaif La, a banshee."

He actually didn't like the creature like 'sister', but he had already mentioned it here, and he didn't know what to call the relationship between the two, so he could only bite the bullet and say it in the end.

"Sister? Banshee?" The serious expression of the paladin Avar became a little restless.

He stared at the little banshee hiding behind Thorne, trying to find even the slightest hint of the banshee.

It is a pity that, except for those eyes that emit reddish blood in the sun, there is no obvious feature that is the same as that of the banshee.

Feeling Kevra's shoulders shaking slightly due to tension again, the little devil stuck out his head with two small short horns from his wings.

The clever little guy first glanced at Thorne's face, then summoned up his courage and scolded the paladin in a thin voice:

"Look at what, as a paladin, don't you know how rude it is to stare at a girl so recklessly?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, Miss Kevlar. I didn't expect such a beautiful girl to be a banshee."

The paladin General Ava's expression flashed with obvious embarrassment, and his serious and serious impression when we first met instantly collapsed.

Even Thorne, who was on the side, didn't think that this paladin had such an interesting side.

"Look at how cowardly you are, such a beautiful and charming little master, in your eyes, she is just good-looking, and she has no vision at all. You can tell at a glance that he is a straight man of steel."

When the little devil saw that the other party took the initiative to submit, Thorne not only did not stop it, but there was still a smile on his face. He immediately blinked his small eyes at the paladin, and laughed and mocked:

"Looking at your innocent look, I'm afraid you are still a boy**."

"Puchi!" Hearing the last sentence, the nervous little banshee couldn't help laughing out loud.

Thorne, who couldn't hold back, glared at the little devil fiercely.

This little guy seemed to have long expected this outcome, and immediately shut up, shrinking into a ball of flesh again, and hanging it on Kevra's shoulder with the hook on his calf.

Being ridiculed wildly by the little devil, the paladin Ava was not only angry, but instead looked contemplative, and finally couldn't help but ask Thorne, "Lord Thorne, what do you mean by rooster?"

"..." Thorne stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead with a headache, and shrugged helplessly with a smile; "I don't know too well, it should be the slang of Barto Hell."

"Is that so?" The paladin frowned, nodding vaguely.

Thorne knew that the little banshee was very repulsive of the paladin's breath, and he told the other party a few words about the next thing, and found an excuse to take her away.

Seeing him leave, General Ava went directly to a group of silver dragon guards who just came over.

The paladin explained a few words to his subordinates and asked them to leave first with the wounded and dead.

And he planned to spend one night in the valley, and go to the cave in the depths of the valley with Thorne tomorrow, ready to completely solve the source of the negative energy aura.

Just as everyone was busy with their own affairs in an orderly manner, in a beast cave somewhere in the Desolate Skull Mountains, an ugly and withered old woman opened her icy black eyes.

Wearing a furry pure black wolfskin robe, she paid no attention to the stench in the cave. She slowly got up and came to the entrance of the cave, looking towards the direction of the valley where Thorne and the others were, and uttered a hoarse whisper:

"Stupid caracal lion hunter, I knew it wasn't that simple, but fortunately I didn't make a move. It seems that the inheritance of Winster can only be discussed in the long run."

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