Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 158 Banshee
"A sad story." After reading the diary on the metal sheet, Thorne leaned against the cold wall and muttered to himself without any fluctuation.

Although this is just a very inconspicuous diary written by a dwarf boy from the lowest level, Thorne can clearly feel the deep despair in the other party's words from the lines, and the failure of the gods he believes in to save himself helplessness and anger.

To be honest, now he really regrets exploring this underground secret passage. If it wasn't for his sudden curiosity, he wouldn't let him know about these uncomfortable things.

Although he has long been used to these things in the player community, he is not a cold-blooded animal. For this kind of thing, there is still a little bit of fluctuation in his heart, which is nothing more than being deeply hidden and not showing through his expression That's all.

According to the intermittent words in the diary, Thorne can guess that the human being mentioned by the dwarf boy who wrote the diary is the owner of this tower.

The special changes that occurred to the gnomes should be the result of some evil experiments these wizards did on the gnomes. As for the final result, it is unknown.

The only thing he knows is that the waterfall town 100 years ago has been turned into ruins, and the uncles and aunts that the dwarf boy said have turned into human bones under his feet that even the female sorceress not far away fears.

After all, as a race of dwarves, their height is almost the same as that of a ten-year-old human child. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are children if Thorne has not judged that they are a race of dwarfs based on their skulls.

"What is recorded on it?" Andrina noticed that Thorne fell into a brief silence after reading the contents on the metal sheet, and asked curiously at him.

"A sad story about the dwarf race." Thorn, who was about to put it away, paused for a moment, turned to look at the curious female sorceress and said, "Do you want to read it?"

"Hmm." Anderina hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

"Okay." Thorne stopped talking, walked to her side and handed the things over.

After reading the content, Andelina also fell into a brief silence like Thorne. After a while, she whispered to Thorne: "Did you say that the dwarf boy who wrote the diary is dead?"

"This underground secret room was built for the convenience of imprisoning these underground gnomes for some kind of experiment. The surrounding walls are all inlaid with thick marble. Even if he escapes from the passage by chance, there are at least two clay demons facing him. Like, it shouldn't be possible to survive."

Thorne walked to the cold wall, looked at the scratches left by the subterranean dwarves, and expressed his judgment.

"But the handwriting on it looks neat and powerful, and it is obviously written with deep hatred. If it was really the environment he was in, it would be impossible to write such a clear and meaningful message." Anderina Staring at the text on the sheet, he analyzed Thorne.

"That may also be a dwarf who is good at writing. After all, the lifespan of the dwarf race is at least 400 years. Their adolescence, for humans, has already passed half their life. In their long life, they have practiced several It’s not surprising that you can develop a skill that you are good at.”

Thorn walked up to Andelina, looked carefully at the contents on the sheet again, and guessed.

"This is just our two-sided inference." Andrina handed the metal sheet to Thorne, glanced at the infiltrating skeleton not far away that no longer frightened her, and said to Thorne: "You Do you believe in feeling?"

"Feeling?" Thorne put away the dwarf's message with a puzzled look, and then said: "This inexplicable intuition is indeed very fulfilling sometimes, but sometimes it is unpredictable, so we should not rely too much on it."

"My intuition tells me that this tower is inseparable from the Seekers organization, and this dwarf boy may not have died in this underground chamber," Anderina said.

"You believe in your intuition so much. Could it be that you trusted the Night Lord of Stallman Town and were willing to follow me to settle down in Fallstown by yourself because of your intuition?"

After listening to Anderina's words, Thorne looked at her pretty face and subconsciously expressed his inner speculation.

"..." Anderina, who was speechless, glared at Thorne, as if she was still angry, she punched him again, and then pretended to be angry and ignored him.

"You, a spellcaster, actually have 16 points of strength?" Suffering an inexplicable heavy blow, Thorne was stunned for a moment, and immediately judged the approximate strength attribute of the opponent.

However, he soon realized that the opponent's advanced profession was Dragon Vein Warlock, which must be related to the bloodline transformation ceremony.

"You can guess that." Andelina, who was still pretending to be angry and didn't want to pay attention to Thorn, couldn't help but turned around and looked at him in surprise.

"From the arc of your punch and the look on your face when you exerted force, it can be seen that you should have used three parts of force, and then you can directly infer your strength attribute based on the strength of your strength."

Sensing the other party's gaze, Thorne touched his chest and explained to her not very concerned.

Judging the strength of the opponent's attack by using the ability of observing words and expressions is almost the same as observing the gestures and chanting spells of spellcasters to identify what spells they are preparing.

Accurately judging the opponent's attack plays a vital role in how you correctly respond to the opponent's attack.

"I've heard people say that you can judge a person's charm, intelligence, and perception attributes based on his usual style of doing things. Is it true?" Anderina, who was inexplicably dispirited, looked at Thorne curiously.

"It's true." Thorn nodded: "Because when we players entered the game and tested their own attributes, strength, agility, and physique were adjusted according to their physical strength, and the remaining three attributes were judged according to their behavior.

For example, a person with high intelligence and low perception is very smart, but lacks common sense. A person with high charm and low perception is very popular, but it is difficult for them to judge who is a real friend. A person with high perception and low intelligence , which is pure and sensitive. "

"It does sound reasonable." Andrina looked at Thorn and nodded slightly: "Then what kind of person do I belong to?"

"..." Thorne looked helplessly at the other party's half-smile gaze, pondered for a moment and said truthfully:

"Attractive and full of confidence, knowledgeable and curious, but lacks common sense and certain judgment. From this, it can be judged that your intelligence attribute and charisma attribute are very high, and the perception attribute is only 15 points at most."

"Why, guess right?" Thorne couldn't help asking, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"Almost, then your intelligence attribute must be very low." Andelina nodded, looking at Thorn thoughtfully and said.

"Intelligence attributes represent a person's strong curiosity, rich knowledge and learning ability, and have little to do with IQ, so they cannot be generalized."

Seeing that he only has 12 points of intelligence, Thorne explained seriously.

"I see." Anderina looked at Thorne's slightly embarrassed expression, and forced a smile to change the subject: "Do you want to continue exploring this underground secret passage?"

"No need, this is just a dungeon where dwarves are held, let's continue going up." Seeing that the other party stopped discussing the topic, Thorne said calmly.

Then the two walked to the top of the tower under the leadership of the small fire element.

……

The second floor of the tower.

Following the footsteps of the fire element, Thorne and Anderina carefully walked to the second floor through the spiral staircase.

In the dark space, the only source of light is the bright light emitted by the small fire elemental.

Through the dazzling light, the two immediately saw the building on the second floor clearly.

At this time, what appeared in front of the two of them was a round hall, but there were broken stones and a dozen collapsed marble columns scattered inside, and there were many skeletons of different shapes on the ground.

"It seems that there was a tragic battle here." Anderina said slowly, looking at the fighting marks and various decayed weapons around her.

"Infighting? Or is it an enemy invasion?" Thorne signaled Andrina to follow, and walked cautiously towards the weathered skeleton closest to him.

"If the enemy invaded, why didn't there be any traces of fighting on the first floor of the tower, and the two clay golems remained intact."

Andelina walked side by side with Thorne, recalling the situation on the first floor.

"Ogres, dwarves, goblins, kobolds, and... it turned out to be tauren." Thorne said in surprise, picking up a huge skull with horns.

There are so many evil humanoid creatures in an ordinary tower, so Thorne has to guess whether it is because of these humanoid creatures that caused the tragedy that happened in Fallstown a hundred years ago.

Thorne and Andrina walked to a dwarf corpse half leaning against the wall. There was a set of rusty armor on the dwarf corpse, and a rusty dwarf battle ax was thrown on the ground next to it, and There was also a bloodstain that looked like a drag on the wall.

After Thorne checked it carefully, he analyzed Andelina:
"Obviously, this is a dwarf warrior. The cause of his death should be that he was hit in the chest by a force field spell. The powerful impact will instantly knock him from this position to the wall about ten meters away from him.

But this dwarf warrior wrapped like an iron can did not leave any cracks on the solid dark blue marble, only the mottled blood and the cracked armor on the front and back of his chest, telling us his death process and spells Terrible lethality.

From the size of the dent on his chest, it can be seen that it should be the second-ring evocation (force field) spell "Bigby Strike", but this spell can instantly kill a dwarf warrior in heavy armor with one blow , indicating that the wizard who cast this spell is of a high level. "

Then Thorne noticed another human corpse in a gray wizard robe, so he walked over to check it carefully and said:

"This human wizard should have been hit by a strong acid spell on his thigh first. Then, in order to prevent the acid from spreading, the wizard immediately cut off his thigh. Enduring the pain, he took out three glass beads and cast "Bigby Attack" Fist", killed the dwarf warrior who attacked him, and the dwarf warrior's ax blade also took the opportunity to slice across his abdomen, splitting his whole body in two. "

"Indeed, as you said, the wizards in the tower had a civil war. These evil humanoid creatures should be their captive servants or test subjects, because their attacks seem to be fearless. It’s often an injury-for-injury play.”

Thorne continued to examine the corpses on the ground, and finally expressed his guess.

"Help me find out what attribute this ring is." Suddenly, out of the corner of Thorne's eye, he spotted a ring on the phalanx of a corpse dressed as a wizard, and immediately took it off and threw it to Anderina.

"I can't feel any magical aura on this ring. Throw it away, it's useless." Andrina took the ring thrown by Thorne, glanced at it, and threw it away, shaking her head slightly.

"Woooooo!"

At this time, a faint cry of despair suddenly echoed in the entire circular hall.

"Zheng!"

Thorne quickly got up and drew out the long sword hanging from his waist, and stood in front of Anderina, while paying attention to the surrounding environment vigilantly.

"Be careful, there might be ghost creatures appearing." Thorn said in a low voice to Anderina beside him, and his expression became more dignified by the bursts of strange cries.

He had encountered the ghost creature in the secret cave of the Lich before, as long as he found the right method, it was still very easy to deal with it.

"Woooooo!"

The mournful wailing echoed frequently throughout the hall again.

Thorne resisted the ear-piercing wailing and calmly searched for the unknown existence.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The shrill screaming sound quickly echoed in Thorn's mind with a cold breath of fear.

——"Steel Soul Pie (Coping Skill): Perfect Spirit!"

Facing the sudden soul attack, there was no panic in Thorne's dignified expression.

Attacked by howling undead!

Making a Will saving throw...

Will save succeeded!

Undead Howl's attack has no effect on you!
……

After resisting the attack of an unknown enemy, Thorn immediately noticed Anderina who was in a state of fear beside her. At the same time, a figure appeared strangely behind her.

Thorne could clearly see the true appearance of this phantom through the dimly glowing form of the figure.

This is a beautiful woman in a light gray long dress. She has long gray hair and light red eyes. Her tall and slender body is looming under the clothes, and her bare pale skin reveals a trace of sickness.

Banshee!

Seeing the figure that appeared, Thorn's pupils shrank suddenly.

Banshees are undead creatures cursed from the souls of elven women.

After these elves suffer the curse of banshee, only the pain of life is left. The curse gradually damages them, decaying their spirit and body, until they are transformed into undead creatures when they die.

And they will be bound forever to the place where she died, unable to leave a distance of more than five kilometers. They are forced to accurately review the memories of every moment of her life, making it impossible for her to accept the fact that she has died.

——"Desert Wind School (Strike Skill): Flame Star!"

When Thorne noticed that the banshee behind Andrina was attacking while she was in a state of fear, Thorne immediately pulled her to his side, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling white glow, illuminating the entire hall like daytime.

"what!!!"

The ear-piercing screeching sound echoed in the circular hall again.

Seeing the painful expression in the banshee's ferocious phantom, the long sword in Thorne's hand burst into fiery flames again, and then a hot wave of fire was drawn, vaporizing the unresponsive banshee into the air.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

The phantoms of the four banshees reappeared, followed by the ear-piercing howls of the undead, but for Thorn, who had been on guard for a long time, it was of no use at all.

Thorn glanced at Anderina, who was in fear again, and after confirming that her life was not in danger, he rushed to the front of the four banshees at an extremely fast speed with a long sword burning with raging flames.

——"Supernatural Ability: Touch of Corruption!"

Feeling the negative energy flowing around him, the ring of the paladin on Thorne's finger exuded a faint white light, reflecting his body hazyly.

"what!!!"

Then Thorn's long sword took the opportunity to burst into a scorching flame. The scorching heat and the magic damage attached to the Demon Slayer sword, with just one blow, all the phantoms of the four banshees were turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.

(End of this chapter)