Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 237 Epilogue
The setting sun of human nature is the end of the world, looking at the end of the world but not seeing home...

How many people want to go home, want to find their familiar world.I don't know, I only know that the dwarf in Winter City walked peacefully under the white lies, and I hope he will never know the final answer.

How many people hold lofty ideals and want to show their world.I still don't know, I only know that those fateful fighters, every step forward, whether right or wrong, or tears and blood, are clearly written on the road ahead.

Perhaps because of my special situation, I was better prepared, so when this terrible upheaval happened, I was not as difficult to bear and adapt as most of my compatriots, and my life seemed more stable. lift upwards.

However, this world is full of illusions, only pain but never lies.

Sometimes I even wonder, if there hadn’t been the tragedy of hobgoblins attacking the lower city, and leaving quietly in the middle of the night, would I have been able to stick to my original intention: the way of the wilderness ranger.

I don't know either, because only when the gorgeous leaves fall off can the veins of life be clearly seen.

There are many sad memories on my body, for my compatriots, for myself, and for the home that I can never go back to, that place that can't help being echoed in my heart with a special feeling whenever I think of it, because It is a lamp in my heart that will never go out.

But what's the use of thinking about it?There are certain things no matter how much you cry until your eyes are red and your head is bleeding, if you can’t go back, you can’t go back, and if you can’t get something, you can’t get it, so it’s better to live bravely.

Living is a practice for us.We simplify the complexity, return the heart to zero, dispel the haze, and store the sunshine.So, why fear desolation in the long life?

So there are also many people who live very well and are very comfortable.Because they look away and have their own ideals and beliefs to live on.

So, what is the ideal?
If you don't know, try to answer three questions first.

who am I?
What am I going to do?
why am i alive

I am a half-elven ranger, and I want to leave the hustle and bustle of the town, and cross the high walls that isolate the dangers of the wilderness, just to focus on hunting the dangerous things that hover on the edge of civilization, so as to prevent civilization from being ravaged and destroyed, that's all.

If you can't answer these three questions, it means that you are immature. When you have experienced something, you will feel it.Then, you will never ask such a characteristic question again.

However, when I knew that all of this was manipulated by some deranged idealists, I was angry again. I had never been so angry, not even in the half-occupied Fallstown. So angry ever.

Because it's so unsettling to feel that fate is out of your hands.

I'm just someone who accepts that I'm normal and then goes out of my way to try to be different.But I am very afraid that my best efforts will be just a casually manipulated victim in the eyes of others.

I don't want the entire Emerald Field and Waterfall Town to turn into a dead, barren desert amidst those lazily smiling expressions.

They call themselves godslayers, clairvoyants, ferrymen, credit knifemen, and night watchmen, and they also threaten to be carrying out a god-making plan full of sacredness to establish a guardian church.

Look, what a great ideal this is!
Therefore, I have no reason not to doubt whether the so-called Arcane catastrophe came from their hands.

What is catastrophe?

Torrential downpours can last for months, and rising seas can submerge large tracts of land.

World-shattering earthquakes and volcanoes can shake the entire continent, and the plates of the entire world will drift and become torn apart.

The entire sky will stand still, and the cold winter will become very long, and the equinoxes and solstices will even deviate greatly.

……

I don't want all the splendor I have had in my life to be repaid by loneliness.

Facing such a dire future, I may be able to do nothing to stop it, nor can I save it.

The only thing I can do is, before this endless darkness falls, my heart will always be bright, and the sword in my hand will always be sharp!

—Half-elf ranger: Thorne

(End of this chapter)