Half-elf Ranger

In the dimly lit room, there was a pile of unburned bonfires, two headless female gnoll corpses, and a female gnoll lying on the ground with only the blood-soaked upper body left, weeping feebly.

In the corner of the room, there was a pile of unburned ashes, and the strong smell of mushy flesh filled the entire room.

Ow! !

Standing at the door, the gnoll leader roared angrily, his face was covered with ferocious scars, and the scarlet blood marks were clearly visible.

Then the gnoll leader turned around and roared at the two abyss gnolls beside him.

One of them immediately understood and jumped into the room, catching all the suspicious smells of blood.

In just a moment, the scarlet pupils of the abyss gnoll, which were covered by the black lacquer mane, lit up, grabbed the head of a gnoll on the ground, and sniffed the bloodstains left on the teeth.

"Follow me." The deep and hoarse voice of the abyss gnoll rolled out of his throat, and after saying that, he walked out of the room and walked in the direction of the Moonlight Jungle.

"Let's go!" The gnoll leader sneered and spat out a word fiercely. The dozens of elite gnoll warriors behind him all ran in the footsteps of the abyss gnoll.

Gnolls have a keen sense of smell, especially the smell of blood. Their memory of blood can last up to half a day, and they can also track the smell of blood within a kilometer.

However, for the abyss gnoll, a product transformed by demon spirits, their **** tracking ability is undoubtedly the most powerful.

In the gnoll camp, which had been restored to quietness, the howls of wolves waving up and down again rang out.

Revenge is an instinct for all humanoids, including humans. Humans will avenge their dead companions, and gnolls will also avenge their dead wolf cubs.

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The continuous wilderness was dark, withered and yellow weeds swaying in the whistling night wind, making bursts of whimpering sounds.

Thorne bandaged the wound on his leg, stood up, looked at the bare woodland after the surrounding trees were cut down, and his heart was mixed.

For the Druids, from an objective point of view, Thorne admires them, because they make unremitting efforts to maintain the natural environment from being destroyed, and govern all the severely desertified areas on the continent.

But selfishly, Thorne hated them, especially the extremists.

They stubbornly believe that all civilizations cannot be higher than nature, and have launched countless wars known as representing "Nature's Wrath".

At this time, the place where Thorne was located was within the range of the Moonlight Jungle, but because of the migration of the gnoll tribe, the trees at the edge of the jungle were cut down in large numbers, turning it into a desolate place.

Thorne wondered why the gnolls here were not punished by the wrath of the extreme druids.

"Did you also feel that nature is crying?" Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded abruptly behind Thorne.

Hearing the sound, Thorne was shocked. He didn't even notice when the other party appeared behind him.

Then he did not choose to turn around to check, but quietly moved his right hand to the position of the long sword, while always preparing for the teleportation skills of the Shadow Hand School.

"Don't get excited, devotee of Gyren, stalker of the Way of Silent." The voice behind Thorne softened.

Hearing this, Thorne took a sigh of relief, and then turned cautiously to look, a half-elf woman with a beautiful and refined appearance came into his eyes.

She is wearing a green shirt and trousers, and a pale green leather armor dyed with paint covering her upper body.

The half-elf woman stood with her hands behind her back, standing quietly not far from Thorne, letting the night wind whistle and raising her long silky flaxen hair, giving her a dusty and peaceful temperament.

However, when the corner of Thorne's eyes glanced at the mark worn on the chest of the half-elf woman, a young bud that broke out of the shell, he immediately guessed the identity of the other party.

The opponent is the Druid of the Emerald Garden.

Thorne is relatively familiar with the Druid organization. Through their behavior, they are mainly divided into three factions: extremists, balancers and conservatives.

A group of conservative druids live in the Black Pearl Forest to the east of Winterfell, although they are also committed to protecting the natural environment.

However, the means used are relatively mild, usually a warning is given first, and then a period of secret observation is made before choosing to act.

The extremist Druids are different. These Druids advocate the use of violence to solve all problems, protect the original appearance of nature, and prevent the expansion of civilization.

Regardless of any race, as long as they try to destroy the natural environment, they will be punished the most, and the entire Emerald Fields are filled with a large number of extremist Druids.

It is one of the main factors limiting the development of all player territories.

The stubborn druid, who can't beat it, can't say it, is even more hateful than those humanoids.

The balancing faction is the friendliest relative to human civilization. They believe that the world is developing with civilization, and civilization will inevitably conflict with nature.

What they need to do is to find a new balance between civilization and nature, and like to work with human civilization to promote the prosperity and health of the natural world, rather than stick to the old ways of nature and always solve all problems with violence.

However, for the half-elf woman in front of him, Thorne could not guess what faction the other party was.

Judging from the other party's words and deeds, it doesn't look like an extreme faction, but in this emerald field, there is no balancing druid.

Because before the arrival of the player, except for the sphere of influence of Winter City, almost no human civilization has a foothold in this wilderness, and naturally there will be no Druids looking for a check and balance point.

Then the person in front of him is likely to be a conservative Druid, Thorne secretly confirmed in his heart.

"It takes more than ten years for a tree to grow, but they can cut down hundreds of trees in one day. Why in all the developing civilizations, I only see endless destruction and disasters, and only see them endlessly of asking nature.”

Seeing that Thorne was silent, the half-elf woman moved her footsteps, stretched out her hand to take a yellow leaf floating in the air, and said softly to herself.

"If civilization wants to develop, it must rely on nature, but this kind of development cannot be at the expense of the natural environment. Only civilizations that focus on protecting nature can truly continue."

Thorne didn't know how to answer, except to say something ambiguous.

Man and nature are the subject of endless debate no matter where they are.

Some people even think that we can live without birds and animals, but we can't live without business.

Thorne is just a very inconspicuous civilian in the real world, and he can't answer any high-end answers to such high-end topics.

"Yes, only a civilization that focuses on protecting nature can truly continue. I came to this emerald field when I was young, and now when I set foot here again, I found a group of civilizations that survived tenaciously here. They are a group of brave people. ."

The half-elf woman's voice was still so soft, it sounded very comfortable, and Thorne's originally tense expression gradually relaxed under her soft voice.

At this time, a beautiful nightingale landed on her shoulder. The nightingale combed her own feathers with her beak, and then hovered above the half-elf woman's head, making a crisp and beautiful bird song.

"You seem to be in trouble, Guilun's believer, my clan." The half-elf woman waved her hand gently, and Nightingale disappeared into the night, then reminded Thorne.

As soon as the half-elf woman's voice fell, the howls of wolves undulating from each other not far away rang out one after another.

Clang!

"This is not trouble, they are just my prey." Thorne looked in the direction of the gnoll, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and said indifferently.

These gnolls were originally attracted to this place deliberately by him. Behind him was the Moonlight Jungle. A ranger wandering in the jungle, it was still easy to deal with these gnolls.

Roar!

The gnoll leader led two abyss gnolls and dozens of stout gnolls to appear in Thorne's sight, roaring like demonstrations.

"Oh? The legacy of two demons, you shouldn't appear in this world." When the half-elf woman saw the two abyss gnolls, she shook her head and said softly.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a pale green light flashed, and a group of tough vines with spikes quickly grew from the soles of the feet of the two abyss gnolls.

Under the madness, accompanied by the mournful howls of the abyss gnolls cutting through the night, in just a moment, two abyss gnolls were entangled by vines to death, and the bright red blood soaked the withered yellow weeds.

Roar!

The gnoll leader gave the half-elf woman a fearful look, let out a low growl, and led the remaining dozens of gnolls to quickly disappear into the thick night.

"…"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Thorne glanced at the half-elf woman speechlessly.

In order to attract this group of gnolls to come here, he spent a lot of effort, but he was gently waved by the other party, and all the hard work was in vain.

"Thank you for your help, mysterious lady, in this wild civilization, they all value nature and can promote the prosperity and health of the natural world."

Thorne, who originally planned to leave, glanced at the unfathomable woman in front of him, thought about it, and said slowly.

"I will observe carefully, my clan." The half-elf woman looked at Thorne quietly, chuckled softly, and said softly.

"Thank you, kind lady, may Gui Lun be with you, and bless you on a path that will never get lost, then, farewell." Thorne touched his chest with one hand and slightly possessed himself to the half-elf woman.

After he finished speaking, he put away his weapon and turned to leave. The gnolls who were attracted by him were already scared away by the other party, and he couldn't take the risk to lead them out.

Today's task has also been completed, Thorne needs to find a place to rest and raise his spirits.

After all, Twilight Town is going to completely eliminate the gnolls who are going to take root here tomorrow. Naturally, he does not want to miss this opportunity to earn experience.

"May Sylvanas be with you, and may the trees of the forest raise their arms to guide your way, my people, followers of Giron, hunters of the silent way."

The half-elf woman's voice was as ethereal and tactful as a nightingale soaring in the night sky in the forest, and it was like the crisp and pleasant sound of the wind chimes hanging in front of the wooden house being blown by the breeze, which echoed in Thorne's ears for a long time.