Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 193 Guidance and inquiries

The bleak lonely moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight pours down.

In another Gnoll camp in Emerald Fields.

"Pfft!"

A dark red sword exuding a scorching aura ruthlessly cut through the crude animal leather armor, piercing through the wolf man's chest, the sharp blade waved in Thorn's hand, and took advantage of the situation to forcefully lift it up, amidst the mournful howl , the Gnoll fell to the ground and died.

Thorne stepped on the corpse of the wolf man whose body had been cut off with a long sword in his hand, leaving bloody footprints all the way, and walked forward slowly.

In the darkness, his sharp eyes turned to the next target: the two gnolls by the campfire.

Thorne walked quickly towards the bonfire and the cooking pot on the tripod, kicking the hot iron pot away.

In the dark night, a pot of boiling broth was poured on the two gnolls charging towards him. Painful wailing roared from the mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth, and the two wolves fell to the ground and rolled crazily .

Suddenly, Thorn felt the sound of wind blowing out of anger behind him. Through the flow of air, he judged that it was a mace with a wooden handle, and he was about to smash it at his head with loose long hair, trying to enjoy the watermelon The beauty of being shattered on the ground.

There was no fluctuation in his expression, only his messy long hair swayed slightly, his vigorous body turned around suddenly, so fast that even the scarlet pupils of the enemy showed a look of consternation.

Then the gnoll who attacked Thorn only felt the whole body of the half-elf ranger rapidly enlarge in his scarlet pupils, so that the mace he could barely lift in mid-air stopped for a moment.

However, in this split second, the Jackal only felt a violent impact on his chest, and his two-meter-high burly body was instantly staggered back.

Immediately, in his fear-filled eyes, he saw a sharp sword blade gleaming with cold light, and the wolf man felt a chill on his neck, as if being blown by the cold wind from the Snow Mountain of Warners, followed by a spurt of blood And then, the calm-looking half-elf ranger also disappeared before his eyes.

"thump!"

The abnormal noise behind him didn't interrupt any of Thorne's movements at all, and his sharp eyes locked on the gnoll who was rolling and roaring due to the burn from the stew again.

With a precise swing of the two swords in his hand, two cold lights flashed, ending the painful struggle of the two wolf men.

Thorn looked down at the fresh footprints on the ground, and disappeared into the night again, he was tracking the fleeing prey.

Two poor wolf men stumbled and leaned against a big tree, holding on to the tree pole, gasping for breath.

"Ouch..."

A gnoll turned around with frightened pupils and growled to his companion, as if to say: The half-elf ranger is coming after us soon, we must run away quickly.

When the two gnolls who were relieved were about to continue running for their lives, a sword blade as strange as a demon and as hot as a flame swept across, cutting the throat of one of the gnolls neatly, and the gnoll struggled to breathe. He was out of breath, but could only make a cooing sound like running water, and then fell to the ground.

He wasn't dead yet, he just couldn't breathe.

The tragic experience of his companion caused the other wolf man to choose not to turn around to face the deadly opponent, because he did not dare to see the stern face that frightened him. He looked at the big tree in despair and wailed, as if In the hope that the fatal blow will come soon.

The evil and ferocious Gnoll succumbed in this way, because he felt Thorne's breath, and at the same time felt a sword blade on his neck. The cold blade made his mane involuntarily rise, and the hot breath It also made his thick hair gradually turn into a pile of fly ash under the high temperature.

The smoke of Xiaoxiao floated under the burning mane of the wolf man, and a disgusting smell filled the cold and bloody air.

The Gnoll howled in pain, and made a funny face out of fear.

The blade in Thorne's hand was tightly attached to the neck of the wolf man. The dark red blade exuded a scorching flame, so that dancing little firemen jumped out of his thick mane.

Looking at the wolf man whose whole body was trembling due to fear, Thorn's sharp blade slowly slashed across, and then disappeared into the thick night again.

Thorne walked through the night-shrouded jungle, over dense undergrowth, and came to a slow-flowing stream.

He glanced at the bleak moonlight, put the long sword in front of his body, and sat casually by the stream, letting the cold water slap on his blood-stained face.

Thorne once thought that Fallstown was his second home. When he stepped into the land of Fallstown again, the phrase "It's good to be home," seemed to grow in his heart.

Hearing the sound of the rushing water of the waterfall in Shangcheng District, feeling the strong and stinging cold wind blowing from the Snow Mountain of Warners, it seemed to remind him that he was still alive all the time.

Knowing that you are still alive is a simple thing.

But some people often tend to forget that they are still alive, that they can enjoy the sunrise and sunset every day.

All the time between sunrise and sunset, and all the time after dusk, are freely at the disposal of one's own will.

Just like him tonight, he felt irritable, so he came to the wilderness alone with a sharp knife in hand, killing every ferocious wolf man to his heart's content.

Every mournful howl of the wolf man relieved his irritability. Until now, after this hearty battle, he can sit on the ground casually and enjoy the bleak moonlight with a faint smile. Waiting for the beautiful sunrise and sunset.

"I can be sure that my life will continue to be risked for purposes beyond anyone's comprehension.

I believe that the goal of life is to constantly pursue a higher level of experience, strive to become a better person, or let yourself have a more colorful life. Only in this way can I have a satisfying sense of accomplishment. Thorne muttered to the night sky, except for the silence, the night had no answer.

That's right, it's a satisfying sense of accomplishment.

For the players in the lower city, the sense of accomplishment may be creating order, safety, or a sense of home. For the half-elves in the upper city, it may be being recognized by civilization, accepted by civilization and integrated into the collective, or not seeing alienation and doubt a feeling of.

For him, the so-called sense of accomplishment will be accomplished by the sharp blade in his hand. No matter how thick the snow is when the cold wave comes, how dense the stormy moon is, or how many humanoid creatures there are on the wasteland, he will not be afraid. Because he is walking a path full of meaning in life.

There are too many good things in this world waiting for him to enjoy, and too many monsters and evil humanoid creatures waiting for him to kill, this is the meaning of life.

It was very late at night, and the pale silver moonlight could not dispel the deep shadows on the forest path, and although the road was wide, the old trees still gathered in a dense canopy overhead.

Thorn's hazy figure was galloping quickly towards the direction of the town on the waterfall amidst the withered and yellow weeds.

The night of killing has long since ended, and his restless heart has calmed down. Now, he needs to do what he should do.

The hobgoblin Hruk is entrenched in the Forest of Tranquility, threatening the safety of Fallshang Town all the time. The half-elf girl Lilia is right. I can't change the predicament in front of me alone.

But this does not mean that he will do nothing, and walking towards a road of his own strong man is always the most important goal in his heart. The so-called strong man is just like what Lord Tiefling in Stowman Town said , dare to face the bleak life, face up to the dripping blood, and constantly improve your own strength.

This is a world where the strong are respected. As your strength grows, your weight in everyone's hearts will gradually increase. Let them look at you no longer with disdain and alienation, but with respect and fear.

Ranger is a versatile but mediocre profession. When they find prey, they can choose to shoot a galloping arrow rain, raise the shining double blades in their hands, and even chant high-spirited spells.

Although he had already reached the standard for casting the second-ring divine spell, in this busy time, he didn't have any time to calm down to feel the sanctity of nature and actively cater to the power of nature.

Now, the fastest shortcut for him to quickly master the ability to cast the second-ring magic is to spend a lot of money and use the natural transformation ceremony, so he must go to Melika's temple.

Thorne made his way through the woods to another creek, jumping from wet stone to wet stone, his sense of balance well maintained, and the slippery stone wouldn't allow him to slip.

When he crossed the small river, he was suddenly interrupted by a figure.

A half-elf woman with a beautiful and refined appearance came into his eyes. She stood quietly not far from Thorn with her hands behind her back, letting the cold night wind howl by, raising her supple flaxen long hair. Hair, giving people a dusty and peaceful temperament.

is her?How did she appear here?
Two doubts flashed in Thorne's heart. When he noticed that the other party's calm gaze moved towards him, Thorne took the lead in saying, "Hello, Your Excellency the Nightingale Walker of the Emerald Garden."

The nightingale walker in front of him was exactly the half-elf druid that Master Qingchen said was very in line with the Balance School.

Since Thorn had met her in the Moonlight Forest in Twilight Town, he mentioned it to Master Qingchen, and with his confirmation, he knew the name of the half-elf woman.

"Follower of Gwaeron, stalker of the Way of Silence, we meet again." The half-elf woman looked at Thorne with a faint smile, and said softly:

"It is an unavoidable fact that everyone is dying, that they are consuming their life force every moment of every day.

This fact of death can be paralyzed by fear and activated by longing, so we shall live in sun and starlight, in sun and rain, dancing with every footstep, through blooming gardens and through deep snow , This is the meaning of life, instead of letting yourself fall into endless crazy killings, I hope you can understand this truth. "

"Thank you for your instruction. However, as a hunter of the Way of Silence, it is my mission to hunt down evil humanoid creatures, so I don't think I did anything wrong." Thorne thought for a while and said slowly .

He agreed with the half-elf woman's explanation of the meaning of life, but he didn't agree with the last sentence, because he was not dominated by the crazy killing, and he always remained very sober.

"The way of nature in the wilderness is not an evil way. You are about to be dazzled by the desire to kill. For all fools who try to disturb nature, we should observe silently instead of using force without scruple." The half-elf woman lightly Shaking his head lightly.

"As long as the evil creatures that try to threaten civilization are my enemies, and I will carry out endless battles and bloody killings with the enemies of civilization, so the natural way of the wilderness is a way of perfection, not a way of balance The Way, Your Excellency Nightingale Walker of the Emerald Garden, I am a follower of the God of Tracking."

Although Thorne was a little helpless in his heart, he explained to her slowly and methodically that the other party was a believer in the God of Nature who believed in the way of balance and was in the absolute neutral camp. Although the teaching of the God of Tracking also protects nature, it mainly uses civilization The settlements are mainly in the good camp, and the teachings and ideas of the two sides are different, so it is easy to argue when they meet together.

"It seems that you understand very well, but I was too worried." The half-elf woman's light green eyes lingered on Thorne for a moment, and said slowly: "Our meeting was not by chance, but I came here on purpose. You ask a question."

"Please tell me." A trace of doubt flashed across Thorne's calm expression.

"Do you know the clairvoyant?" The half-elf woman was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

Insight?
Thorn looked up at the other party and found that there was no clue, so he recalled Anderina's introduction and said truthfully:
"The Insighter Organization is a mysterious alliance of prophets. The spellcasters of this organization are all specialized in various divination spells. Moreover, the Insighter Organization is divided into: Time-Space Insights, Plane Insights, and Star Realm Insights. I don't know the rest."

"It turns out that you are a plane clairvoyant, but unfortunately you know too little information." The half-elf woman said to herself with a little disappointment, her expression regained her composure, and she reminded Thorne softly: "Guerun's followers, Take out the holy emblem in your hand, and call out the name of the God of Tracking with your heart, and He will guide you on a path that will never go astray."

After the half-elf woman finished speaking, her pale green eyes looked towards the high tower of Pushang Town, and with a thought, she disappeared without a trace.

Show me a path that will never go astray?

Thorne looked suspiciously at the disappearing figure of the half-elf woman, and the five-star paw print holy emblem hidden in his sleeve appeared in his palm, and then he sat cross-legged on the ground, silently muttering the teachings of the God of Tracking.

This lasted for a while, and the light green light of the wooden holy emblem completely faded away.

At the same time, Thorne slowly opened his eyes, and not far in front of him, a small sika deer appeared in his sight.

The little sika deer's bright eyes beckoned to Thorn, and finally disappeared into the jungle.

Thorne's expression changed, and he immediately got up, catching up with the path guided by the little sika deer.

……

Waterfall Town, a certain floor of the tower.

The figure of the half-elf woman appeared in front of Anderina under the fluctuation of the light of the magic circle.

Her calm pale green eyes glanced at the mysterious runes on the wall of the tower, and then said softly: "Human warlock, excuse me, do you know the information of the plane clairvoyant?"

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　Thank you boss: Master Zixuan for your reward, thank you for your support! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)