Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 128 Welcome to Pushang Town

For Thorne, the wilderness is his second home. Whenever he steps into the dangerous wilderness, he will always have an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.

Here he can feel the cold wind blowing, bathe in the not-so-warm sunshine, step on the withered weeds, enter the secluded forest that blocks the sky, smell the rotten dead branches and leaves, and enjoy every pursuit with hunting...

Similarly, he also believes that the most beautiful adventure is when you find a long-lost warmth in a strange place.

Although this kind of faint warmth is faintly present, at least he has felt it, that's all, that's all.

Who did not move the heart is far.

Thorne's deep eyes looked through the flaming Valens bushes, facing the orange-yellow light, and looked towards the snow-capped Mount Warners in the far north.

There is the birthplace of the Emerald River. Below the mountain is a waterfall that flows endlessly, like a silver-white jade belt, pouring down among the boulders.

Looking at the snow-capped peaks, Thorne seemed to have heard the endless rushing sound of the waterfall on the Emerald River, because that sound had enveloped his ears for hundreds of days and nights.

Surrounding the waterfall is a small town that survives tenaciously: Fallstown.

It was a small town built on a waterfall, and it was guarded by a group of visitors from other worlds and original residents. They got along harmoniously and resisted various crises from the wilderness together.

The heads of jackals, ogres, hill giants, trolls, lizardmen, and all kinds of ferocious animals and magical beasts can be found on the blood-stained walls of Fallstown.

Passing through the alleyway intertwined with Valence trees, stepping on the leaves that stained the ground blood red, Thorne just left.

He is a ranger wandering in the wilderness and a hunter of the way of silence, so it is not surprising that he left so quietly.

Come in a hurry, leave in a hurry, finish what you want to do, and start the next journey.

There were not many people on the desolate street, so few people noticed his departure, and only a few people looked at him secretly through the cracks in the houses.

Among those who peeped at him, he felt the gaze and whisper, doubt and anxiety, curiosity and scrutiny...

This look Thorne is very familiar with, that is: mutual distrust.

Because tieflings are descended from demons, people are generally suspicious of tieflings, including once Thorne himself.

Most agree that their Hellish blood imprints not only on their appearance, but also on their character and morals.

Living with mistrust over the years has changed the heart of most tieflings, and they treat mistrust differently.

Some tieflings choose to put their inherent evil impression into practice, leaving indelible pain for others, while some still maintain a kind heart.

Most tieflings just want to prove to the world that just because the bloodline is polluted, it doesn't mean the soul is also polluted.

However, when these kind-hearted tieflings enter human towns, shop owners, hotel owners, and businessmen on the go always pay more attention.

Even the town watch may follow them for a while, lest they do bad things, and the agitators will blame them for strange things that happen.

The so-called racial harmony is nothing but a slogan preached by idealists.

The same is true of the race of half-elves, including Thorn.

Many people believe that the half-elven race has inherited the elegance of the elves without the indifference of the elves, and the vitality of humans without the brutality of humans.

Half-elves combine the advantages of both humans and elves, inheriting keen perception, artistic accomplishment and nature-loving nature from elves, and reconciling the curiosity, creativity and ambition of human blood.

Simply a perfect combination.

However, the real situation is that the two races don't want to see you. From the moment you were born, it was almost determined that this is a miserable life.

From the perspective of elves, half-elves grow too fast, reaching maturity in about 20 years. Half-elves have not had time to learn the complex art, culture, and even grammar of elves before they have grown into adults.

By elf standards, a half-elf is a child mentally, though physically mature.

Half-elves who grew up in elven society are usually out of tune with their childhood companions, so they can only leave their homes and seek development in other places alone.

If raised in human society, half-elves will find themselves different from their peers, more withdrawn, sensitive, less ambitious, and slower to develop.

The final result is that half-elves can neither integrate into human society nor adapt to the life of elves, and finally have to choose to wander alone.

In the town of Falls where Thorn lives, there are half-elven original residents from all over the world gathered.

They used to be half-elves who were squeezed out by humans and elves, and then joined together to establish a territory that truly belonged to half-elves.

Half-elves like to be with their own kind, because only their fellow-clans can truly understand the hardships of living in the gap between the two races.

A pile of whistling leaves fluttered in the air, gradually covering up the footprints he left and the back of his departure.

Pass through the iron gate of Stallman Town, step into the vast Norhill Plain, and step on the overgrown road.

Thorne paused, then turned and looked in the direction of Winter City.

Without the shelter of the trees, the vague silhouette of the Wizard Tower came into his eyes, and at the same time, intermittent scenes played out frequently in his mind:

The strong paladin girl accepts the call of fate, bathes in the sacred light and makes a sacred oath.

The old man who taught him the Nine Swords held a hammer and a chisel in his haggard hands and kept tapping on the stone, and the sound of the beating was still echoing in his ears.

The dwarf blacksmith Broto was leaning on a chair, with a flickering pipe dangling from his mouth. His whole figure was filled with thick smoke. Under the white lies, he walked very peacefully.

Even though the orc sword master of the bloody arena is trapped in a cage and facing an unknown fate, he can still sit quietly cross-legged in the center of the arena, with his long sword standing in front of him, facing the attack of the drow swordsman master, calmly make a move. The most correct judgment.

Even though his body was full of arrows, the violent barbarian still crazily cleaned up the surrounding sahuagin fighters tirelessly.

The Barlow flame demon from the abyss floated in the air, venting his anger: let the flames purify everything, and the fireballs the size of washbasins exploded into gorgeous fireworks.

The magic crystal superconducting pulse gun of the wizard tower seemed to be still converging terrifying energy fluctuations, turning into a beautiful blue meteor shower in the dark night, dealing a devastating blow to the wolf man tribe.

……

Thorne tightened the black cloak covering his body, and headed towards the snow-covered mountain.

At this time, the light red teleportation circle suddenly blocked in front of him, and when the light dissipated, a beautiful figure shrouded in sunlight appeared in front of him.

Thorn stopped and looked. The other party was wearing a pure black cloak coat, lined with a lavender silk shirt, and loose black trousers were stuffed into knee-high goatskin boots.

The black hair is like a waterfall, sliding over the shoulders, flicking in front of and behind the body, flashing a soft luster like silk, and a pair of beautiful eyes that are as bright as water exude a clear light, and a touching smile flashes across the bottom of the eyes.

She walked up to Thorne gently, stretched out her right hand, and said with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth:

"Let's get to know each other again, Anderina, a level 5 warlock, a level 2 dragon vein warlock, a part-time arcanist apprentice, and the target is Pushang Town, can we go together?"

The sudden accident made Thorn stunned in place.

After a while, Thorne stretched out his right hand to hold Andrina's hand, nodded calmly and said, "Thorn, level 6 ranger, part-time level 5 swordsman, welcome to Pushang Town."

In the blue sky, white clouds drifted leisurely, and the sun shone down, casting heavy cloud shadows on the wilderness, making the two figures on the horizon longer and longer.

　Book friends, let me ask you weakly, is this chapter poisonous to you, if it is poisonous, you must avoid it in the future.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)