Half-elf Ranger

"Oh, I'm very sorry." Zombie Vanger looked at Thorne apologetically. Although his voice was hoarse, his words were surprisingly clear:

"To be honest, I don't even know how long I haven't had such a pleasant chat with people. Not only the living people, but even the dead people in the whole town have no existence who can communicate with me normally. "

"Normal communication?" Thorne looked at the zombie sitting opposite suspiciously, and asked, "Listen to what you said, in this town, besides you, there are other abnormal undead, right?"

"Of course." Vangel nodded and said proudly: "But they are very abnormal, sometimes chaotic, sometimes sober, and sometimes dumbfounded."

"Is that the same for the death knight?" Thorne pointedly said.

"That's right." Zombie Vanger leaned comfortably on the chair, and he seemed very patient: "This guy's main duty is to patrol the entire town and eliminate all intruders.

While our town is safe, there are always a few small-eyed guys sneaking in through the cracks leading to the Negative Energy Plane, and it's the death knight's job to destroy them.

As to whether his hunt list includes outsiders like you, I don't know. Maybe you can try to jump in front of him a few times to find out, but I still recommend that you avoid him as much as possible when you see him, and don't do anything beyond your control. "

Thorne nodded perfunctorily, responding to the zombie's words.

"Mr Ranger, don't think that your lame "Undead Concealment" can really cut off the senses of all undead creatures. "Vanger seemed to see Thorne's indifferent look, and immediately reminded kindly:

"You're lucky, just in time for the chaos of death knights. But it sounds weird, you know? This rigid knight was only a member of the Knights of the Dawn, and he was a pure pee standing up. Man. But since transforming into a death knight, he's been like a woman, having a few uncomfortable days a month.

Otherwise, when he returns to normal, believe me, you are no match for him at all. His skeletal warhorse will instantly appear before your eyes with a loud neigh, and then wield a runic broadsword that exudes a sinister aura to keep you here forever. As for whether I can be like me, I can only tell you regretfully: it is impossible. "

"Then why can you keep your own consciousness, it's normal like a human being. For a zombie, this is indeed a very unexpected thing." Thorne kept Vanger's warning in mind and continued to ask road.

"Actually, I'm also very confused about this matter." Zombie Vanger scratched his head in confusion, "You know what? Death knights cannot be like us ordinary zombies. As long as there are corpses, they will be generated by themselves through negative energy. They need to be transformed.

Because of this, they can keep the memories of their lives, and we ordinary zombies are more like a walking dead.

For us zombies, the only function is to just rush straight to the target, never thinking about obstacles, tactics and dangerous terrain.

A zombie will rush into a fast-flowing river to pursue targets across the river, and will also be used against rolling stones and attacking climbing walls. In order to attack the enemy downstairs, they will jump directly out of the opening of the window. It will even rush into roaring hellfires, acid ponds, and any thorny area without hesitation.

Of course, it is also possible to follow simple orders and be able to distinguish between friend and foe. But its understanding is limited, so it can only stagger forward in the direction instructed, and attack all the enemies along the way, and I am different..."

Seeing that Zombie Vanger started chattering again, Thorne on the side couldn't bear to interrupt it, but made an appearance of listening carefully.

"Go on, Mr. Vangel, your story is fascinating."

"Of course I will continue to say that it is rare to meet such an interesting audience, and I will never stop when I talk about the key points. You know, 'If you want to know what happens next, listen to the next breakdown' is a very important thing. Crazy thing.

Usually when I meet this kind of bard in a tavern, I'll have my bodyguard take him away like a chicken and put him in a small dark room until the story is told to me. During this period, I won't give him even a drop of wine that can moisten his throat, oh no, not a drop of water. "

Vangel gave Thorne a smug look, his expression suddenly stunned, then he scratched his head, and said a little confused: "Aha, sorry, did I digress again, what did we talk about just now? Can you give it to me? Reminder?"

"You mentioned that you were about to fall asleep with a girl in your arms in the middle of a starless night." Looking at the somewhat forgetful zombie, Thorne's eyes flashed and reminded:

"Because I am very curious about why the town of Dawn has become what it is today, Mr. Vangel, one of the parties, is generously telling his loyal audience the ins and outs of the whole thing."

"Yes, yes!" Zombie showed a look of surprise, then organized the language and continued: "That night, I was about to fall asleep with my arms around the beautiful Rila, and I was still thinking about what new poses to unlock for her. …”

"..." Seeing the zombie again, Thorne rubbed his temples with a headache.

At this moment, he really realized that it is really too difficult to ask what key information from the other party.

Because he is an undead creature, he doesn't have to worry about long speeches that will cause his throat to smoke with thirst.

"Please, don't look at me with this strange look, Mr. Ranger." The gushing zombies apparently found Thorne who looked weird, so he looked at him helplessly and explained patiently:

"To tell you the truth, I'm a pretty generous businessman, and the cow dung knight would have fun if he could send his daughter to me. You didn't see the pretty Rila wearing when she first came to me. The torn skirt, her little hands bruised from long-term labor, and her hunched shoulders from carrying heavy objects.

do you know? Two weeks after Rila came to me, she still had the scars on her shoulders from the ropes and the scars on her thighs from her knightly father.

And when she is here with me, she can stand tall and look up like a princess. She can't hold other heavy objects except the fan in her hand, and she doesn't even need to know where the kitchen is. I made her wear satin wraps and she was covered with ornaments from head to toe.

As soon as it was opened, the tin tub filled with hot water, a limited edition I snapped up from the golden dwarves in the middle of the continent. Can you imagine? Tin copper basin! Even the lord of Dawn, oh, let's not mention the poor lord, even the king of Heskan would have a hard time getting one, and he would even be ridiculed by the dwarfs for it.

Coming to me, to her, is simply a gift from a fairy tale. Of course, **** it, the only regret is that virgins today are more **** rare than dragons. But, Mr. Ranger, you know, I'm definitely not forcing either. "

"Cough..." Thorne deliberately coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.

The nagging undead obviously misunderstood what he meant, and actually thought that he would take care of this kind of 'robbing civilians', he said with a smile: "Mr. Vanger, please don't get excited, I didn't mean it that way..."

"I'm not excited! I'm just stating the facts to you." Zombie Vanger interrupted the Ranger's defense, stood up from the chair excitedly, and the roar made the candle tremble.

"Yes, you are indeed a generous and wealthy businessman. Well, that beautiful girl named... What Rila was able to meet you, it was the happiest thing in her life." Thorne reached out and motioned for the zombie opposite to relax and Sitting on a chair, he smiled and complimented a few words.

"Of course, except for the stinky and tough paladins, most people in Dawning Town think so. The rest of the people are either jealous of my wealth or my handsome face."

Zombie nodded smugly and sat back on the chair, then looked at Thorne a little embarrassedly: "Then... where did we just say?"

"..." Thorne's head hurt a little, but he still reminded him patiently: "You were just about to tell me what happened that night that led to what it is today."

"Right, right!" Fanger nodded and continued: "In a late night without stars, after a cloud and rain with the beautiful Rila, I was about to fall asleep, but an accident happened suddenly..."

When it comes to accidents, silence descends without warning in this dimly lit room.

The candlelight kept jumping and trembling in the dark, reflecting a little light in the pupils of the zombies, and the wax tears flowed on the candlestick like a small waterfall.

"Did it touch your sadness? Mr. Vangel." After a period of silence, Thorne looked at Vangel, who had stopped, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask. If you don't want to say it, then forget it. I can try to change a few simple questions."

"No, I was just thinking about the last time I went to bed with the beautiful Rila, but unfortunately I not only can't remember it, but I can't even remember what I felt." The thoughtful zombie Vanger said to him. Ranger explained.

"…"

Thorne rolled his eyes at him rarely, and motioned for him to continue.

"Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard the screams of the servants outside the door, so I immediately put on my pants and walked out, I found everyone running around the corridor like crazy, stepping on each other's Feet. I can't remember how I felt at the time, only that I felt like I was stepping on a cloud.

The house is also very cooperative: the door slams shut, the furniture floats in the air, and the flames hover like a dragon. In the whole town, everyone who could escape ran away, but where could they escape? Not only was everyone panicking and screaming, my cat named 'Field Marshal' ran away too, that cat..."

"Then what? Continue." Thorne answered immediately, realizing that the zombie seemed to be planning to introduce why his cat was called 'Field Marshal'.

"Not only did my 'Field Marshal' run away, but my parrot kicked the locked cage out of fear. Can you imagine that kind of scene? A parrot broke the metal cage with one kick... "

"What about you, what were you doing at the time?" Thorne hurriedly answered in order to prevent the other party from digressing.

"Me?" Zombie Vanger stopped and took a deep breath—even though the undead don't need to breathe, "I didn't run, just stood alone in the room, yelling, almost crazy, even the one by my hand. Everything was smashed to smithereens."

Vangel fell silent again, and he wiped his nose with his cuff, "After the madness ended, everyone became what they are now, the whole sky is dark, only a blood moon hangs in it, I try to tell him. Everyone said hello and wanted to ask them what the **** was going on, but no one listened to me...

Until I stopped the road of the death knight's patrol and was scolded by him: Go away, undead! Only then did I realize that I had become an undead creature that the world hates, and I had no idea why I kept my consciousness and became so awake. "

"But... you don't look like an undead at all." Thorne pondered for a while, looked at Vanger's bluish-white face, and said slowly.

After speaking, he subconsciously looked at the portrait above the fireplace. In the dust-covered frame, a pair of misty eyes grew on an arrogant and handsome face, staring at everyone in the room from a height.

"I'm not an undead? Damn it, this sounds too new." Zombie Vanger deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. The tongue was twice as big as a normal person's, and it was as bright as blood.

"Then what am I? Strawberry pudding? A flock of geese flying south on a tragic November morning? Or the virginity that the miller's plump daughter lost in the spring? Well, Thorne, may I call you that? You say me Not like the undead, so what am I? Tell me quickly, curiosity is making me tremble."

Zombie Vanger stretched his legs under the table excitedly, until the chair made a creaking sound before returning to his original sitting position.

"I'm not too sure." Thorne shook his head in distress, and continued: "Except for your terrifying face, I didn't notice any negative energy aura on my body, so I thought you shouldn't be one. Zombies."

"Aha!" Zombie Vanger was even more excited, he slammed the table and splashed dust.

"You today, just today, I don't even know what day it is, a living outsider has revealed to me what a great and terrible secret! It's like telling me that I became this It's like nonsense because my mortgage hasn't been paid off. Do you know what a mortgage is? You don't know..."

"It's not what you think." Seeing that the excited zombie was going to digress again, Thorne interrupted him calmly: "I just think that you are not like this because you are lucky, but to go out for other reasons. ."