Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 263

The sword mound is barren and overgrown with weeds.

A long sword hidden in the weeds lies next to each tomb, telling the sadness alone, everything seems so quiet, and the warm spring breeze gently brushes the rusty blade, as if emitting a slight moan. The sound of the sword's cry.

"Ouch..."

A pure black warg the size of a calf seemed to feel the depressed mood of its owner on its back, and as it moved forward slowly from the sword mound, a slightly desolate low whimper rolled from its throat.

Anderina, the sorceress who was following far behind, looked at the back of Malvisa, the goblin wizard in the sword mound, hesitated for a moment, and was about to go to comfort her, when she suddenly felt a powerful force coming from her palm So much so that she felt a slight pain in her hand, so she cast her displeased eyes over it.

"Let her be alone." Noticing the dissatisfied gaze, Thorn relaxed his hand a little, responded to her with a smile, and said calmly:
"Can't you see it? This goblin wizard lady is not a person who needs comfort. Everyone has a way to heal themselves. For her, keeping silent is the best way to heal sadness."

"Non-real beta testers, and you wonder why I know so much. Sorry, no comment, because everyone has their deepest secrets that they don't want to share, and this one for me is A sad story."

Looking at the back of the goblin wizard, Thorne suddenly remembered the meaningful words he had asked the goblin wizard about the secrets of this world.

Although he didn't understand the relationship between the people buried in this sword mound and the sculpture called "Battle Blade" and the goblin wizard, he could clearly feel that what the goblin wizard needs most at this time is silence with silence.

"Keeping silence can heal sadness?" Andrina lingered on the goblin wizard's back for a moment, then cast her eyes on Thorn's face, staring at his calm and resolute face, dazed.

Because she saw a bit of overlap with Thorne in the back of the goblin wizard Luo Ji, the two seemed to behave surprisingly similarly when dealing with grief.

"People's hearts are very fragile. Only when they are tightly wrapped up can they be the safest."

Andelina recalled that night in Talan Village again, when Thorne left her eyes with a silent back, the words that left a deep impression on her.

It was also at that moment that this ranger, who looked strong on the outside but was fragile on the inside, aroused her curiosity to get to know him, and finally plucked up the courage to come to Waterfall Town with him until now.

"What's the matter with you?" Suddenly, Thorn noticed Andelina looking at him strangely, and stretched out her hand to touch his face very gently, and asked a little strangely.

"It's okay." Anderina carefully straightened the strands of hair on Thorne's forehead, and her watery eyes looked at his eyes quietly.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her red lips parted slightly, and she whispered softly: "I just suddenly discovered that Thorne of our family is also a very handsome and attractive man."

"..." Thorne looked at the sorceress who had become a nympho for no reason, and muttered depressingly, "So, I used to be a very bad type in your eyes."

"You just know." Andrina wrapped his arm and pressed it tightly against her plump chest, and joked with a smile: "At that time, you liked to cover your paralyzed facial expression in black all day long. In the lacquered cloak, if someone offered to chat with you, you would ignore them, so don’t you have changed a lot now?”

"That's because I felt the unexpected warmth and endless hope in you." Feeling the soft touch from his arm, Thorn's heart fluttered slightly, and he stretched out his other hand involuntarily to caress Anderina said with a smile, with loose long hair.

"It really surprised me that this sentence came out of your mouth. It shows that my efforts were not in vain, and you are not that hopeless... person."

Andrina obediently let Thorne gently stroke her long hair like a kitten, a happy smile bloomed on her delicate cheeks.

"Mr. Thorne." At this moment, a rough voice that was exclusive to orcs interrupted the warm time between the two.

"What's the matter?" Thorn looked suspiciously at the orc sword master who turned to look at him.

"I want to ask you one thing." Orc Sword Master Kutaige solemnly put a rusty longsword back to its original position, then bowed respectfully to the cemetery, hesitating for a moment. Speak your mind:

"If one day in the future I die in battle in the wilderness or elsewhere, I hope you can help me bury my body or the weapons in my hands in this sword mound."

"I started looking for a cemetery for myself so early. This is not our hometown. Every inch of land is expensive. What are you thinking about?" Seeing the serious expression of the orc sword master, Thorne was taken aback and joked with a smile.

"Mr. Thorne, I'm not joking with you. I can feel a very familiar atmosphere here." The orc sword master Kutaig looked serious, and said seriously: "The reason why the sword masters are powerful is not only their indomitable fighting spirit Unexpectedly, each of their weapons is a unique weapon formed by warming their own life energy.

Although the life energy of these long swords has been completely dissipated with the passing of the owner, so that they have become ordinary and worthless weapons.

But when I picked up each long sword, I could still feel the powerful fighting intent emanating from the blade, as if telling me the dazzling glory that they bloomed after defeating the opponent. This kind of glory is the most perfect battle and battle. The ecstasy of victory, a moment of glory that even the gods would be jealous of. "

"For me, only fighting is the most beautiful, just like the sentence on the sculpture: The moment when life hangs on the shining blade is the most perfect!" The long sword was raised towards the sky, emitting a dazzling brilliance under the bright sunlight.

"Don't be delusional, you are not worthy to rest here, you will only disturb the warriors sleeping here." At this time, a thin and hoarse voice came from the back of the goblin wizard in front of him.

"Ms. Malvisa, what should I do to meet that requirement." Orc Sword Master Kutaig turned to look at the back of the goblin wizard and asked seriously.

"Okay, what are you thinking about?" Thorne glanced at Andrina, walked up to the orc sword master, smiled and hammered his chest and said:
"We still have a long way to go. Now is not the time to think about it. In your indomitable belief, although you have put life and death aside, the only thing you can't think about is your own funeral. This will only shake your belief, so Don't think about it so much, you just need to know what you should do now."

"That's right, little brother Thorne is right." Not far away, Master Qingchen turned around, first smiled gently at Thorne, and then shifted his gaze to Kutaige's Body:
"When the gorgeous leaves fall, the veins of life can be clearly seen, so don't look back, keep looking forward, only in this way, the road of life will gradually be revealed before our eyes."

"Brother Kurteg, I can feel your body and mind gradually moving towards light, so I suggest that you, like me, throw yourself into the embrace of the God of Justice. Because a truly pure soul should be ascended to the seventh heaven after death, where is The model of justice and order is the grace of heaven and endless benevolence, where angels and warriors are all guardians of goodness against evil invasion, so..."

Holding the holy emblem of the God of Justice in his hand, Peo, the dragon-born paladin, walked up to Kutaig with a holy look on his face, and seriously told him the teachings of the God of Justice.

"Little lizard, put away your tricks, the gods are just the spokespersons of the will of the world, don't shake Kutaige's belief." The slightly hoarse voice of the goblin wizard Malvisa fluttered with the warm spring breeze again. To everyone's ears.

"I'm sorry, Brother Peo, I only abide by the beliefs of protection and strengthening, so the teachings of the God of Justice are not suitable for me." The orc sword master looked at the paladin apologetically, and then turned his attention to the goblin wizard: "Maer Ms. Weisha, you seemed to be... in tears just now?"

"Oh?" The back of the goblin wizard paused, stretched out her small hand to gently brush her cheek, a crystal teardrop appeared on her fingertips, shimmering under the sunlight, and then she had a doubtful tone He whispered: "Really? But I didn't feel it myself."

"Because when a person tries his best to suppress his sadness and remains calm, the whole person's psychology will become highly tense and sensitive, and the tone of speech will become more and more hoarse."

Kurteg explained to the goblin wizard: "I have seen this feeling in many of our compatriots, so I am very sensitive to it."

"So that's how it is..." Malvisa muttered to herself, her expression regained her composure, and she immediately drove the warg towards the entrance of the ruins.

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(End of this chapter)