Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 315 Blessing
We walked in the dark, walking our own pilgrimage.

—Half-elf ranger: Thorne

In the empty corridor, weapon collisions, angry roars, and screams of death could be faintly heard from the ground floor.

Although the soldiers of the Wan Ruide family are relying on the favorable terrain of the inner space of the stone pillar, trying to reorganize to resist the invaders, they don't know that what they want to protect has already quietly passed away.

If they could know, they would definitely disarm and surrender. After all, in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, no family is worth their sacrifice.

The topmost tier of the central pillar.

"Why don't you hide!"

When the drow swordsmanship master Shalishi noticed the sound of sharp blades piercing his flesh, his expression was startled, he threw away his long sword in a hurry, supported the figure that was about to fall, and growled tremblingly.

"Why should I avoid it?" Karlock, the wandering swordsman, said with a smile.

"I'm just testing your reaction. I've already stopped. Why do you want to hit me again!" Sharis' eyes turned scarlet with bloodshot eyes, and his roar echoed in the corridor for a long time.

"Isn't that good?" Carlock laughed again, showing his white teeth: "Didn't you want to avenge your dead brothers a long time ago, and now I'm satisfied for you."

"I don't need this kind of charity from you!" Sharis put Karlock flat on the ground and growled again.

"But you've already made your move." Carlock watched Shalishi quietly.

"Carlock, you're running away!" Sharis growled.

"I'm only here to cause trouble for you, and that's all I can do." Carlock smiled bitterly, and suddenly grabbed Sharis' palm with all his strength, staring into Sharis' eyes:

"Our compatriots in the city of Rezim are running out, let them go, don't kill each other..."

After Carlock finished speaking, he gently let go of his clenched palms, smiled as if he was relieved, and his light red eyes slowly went out.

"Why are you so sure that I will promise you." Sharis muttered to himself.

"My teacher Carlock, do you know?" Sharis knelt in front of Carlock's body and said in a low voice:
"If you simply let them go, all my dedication and hard work, all my humiliation and struggles this year will be wiped out."

"The me now...is the real lost dog!" The drow sword master stepped on the inner corridor of the central stone pillar of the Wanruide family, and rushed away.

He left the central stone pillar at an extremely fast speed and came to the narrow bridge connecting the stone pillars. His scarlet eyes looked at the exquisite spider pattern on the fence and the unfinished battle below.

He jumped from the high narrow bridge, he did not take part in the chaotic fight, he jumped over the noisy battle, passed through a series of mushroom plants, and found a hidden cave among the tall fungi.

He lay directly in the glowing fungus, looked at the eternal darkness on the top of the cave, recalled his dark life, recalled the humiliation of being an undercover agent in the Wan Ruide family, and recalled the snake's head whip shaking his body due to muscle contraction the pain...

"Who the hell trapped me in this world?! Rose, you son of a bitch, what the hell are you?!" Sharis stood up suddenly, growling recklessly.

After being silent for a long time, Sharis struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally took out half a pure black mask from his bosom solemnly and put it on his ebony-colored cold face.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, using the dark elf's innate spell to float himself in mid-air, and then stretched out his arms, a dark enchantment shrouded his pious expression hidden under half a mask.

He seemed to be doing some special belief ceremony, so he quietly embraced the deep darkness, whispering the teachings of a certain god:
The shadows of the Masked King will be able to get rid of the tyranny of the Spider Queen and regain their rightful power and status in the Underdark.

The existing matriarchal society should be overthrown, the internal fighting net woven by Rose should also be sublated, and the dark elves should be united into a unified nation, instead of wasting their strength in the endless internal strife between rival families, clans, and targets.

Velen, the masked Lord, will lead all the dark elves to unite again and rule the other lesser nations again.

The status of men and women should be equal.

In any case, aid must be given to men who are oppressed and attacked by drow women, and avenge must be given for the cruelty suffered by male drow!
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The rear of the Wan Ruide family settlement.

"Julis, I reminded you that I have seen the ending, why don't you believe it?" Helis stood quietly not far from Julis, and said.

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand again, and Julis, who stabbed back, kept the posture of stabbing the magic dagger motionless.

"..."

Julis, who failed in her sneak attack, looked at the phantom that disappeared before her eyes, and remained silent.

"I'm thinking about our future. Why can't you and Shire understand my difficulties." Heliste walked up to Julis, and gently took the magic dagger from her palm. He looked at her with comprehension:
"One is clamoring to take them back to the surface, but the other wants to live on submissively. The two of you are really naive."

"Rose, Queen of the Spider Goddess, is a cruel and fickle evil god, and this dead spider is a lunatic, don't you understand?" Julis looked at Hellist calmly, and said lightly:

"What is Rose? Queen of Spider God, Weaver of Chaos, Queen of Spider Demon, Mother of Greed, Queen of Abyss, Queen of Spiderweb Demon Realm, Mother of Darkness among the Drows, so many terrible names still can't dispel your naivety." You're playing with fire, Helliste."

"I'd rather die on the road of confrontation than meekly living on. We made a voting decision back then, and it turns out that my decision was the most correct."

Hellist quietly stared at Julis's eyes that were scarlet with anger.

"You will regret it." Julis took a deep breath, closed her eyes and said nothing.

"It's a pity that you can't see it anymore." Hellist waved her hand regretfully, away from the humanoid flames burning in front of her eyes.

She walked to a small piece of fungus, watched the stone pillars of the Wanruide family, listened to the unfinished battle, and whispered: "Could it be that the Lone Wolf Mercenary Group really betrayed the water as I guessed... ?”

Then Helisite took out a coin carved with strange patterns, and gently tossed it into the air. She quietly watched the movement of the coin, received it in her palm, and frowned into deep thought.

"I am a wizard who is proficient in divination. Why don't you listen to me? If you obey my arrangement, Julis will have no chance to attack me, and you will not die because of it."

Helliste, who was silent for a long time, sighed, tightly wrapped the wizard robe around her body, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "The two deadly enemies are gone, I should be happy."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the fluorescent flickering flora. The pale blue light that emanated made her figure hazy and unreal. Looking around, she looked like a walking corpse that had just crawled out of the grave.

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The group of stone pillars on the front of the Wan Ruide family.

The tauren Alista watched all the tauren warriors he brought die by the despicable mercenary group. He felt the tinkling sound of the galloping arrows shooting at his body, and a pair of black bull eyes instantly flashed with violent anger. .

These more than 20 tauren warriors are all loyal men he recruited in the deep maze of the Underdark.

He once made a solemn promise to these subordinates that he would build a great clan of horn-broken tauren, and then live together on the green prairie of the surface world.

Now, these subordinates all died here because of his carelessness, Alistar felt that he had to cast a suppressed roar here.

Although the smell of blood or broken flesh and blood may arouse the slaughter impulse of the tauren race, and even overwhelm all their rationality and thoughts.

Moreover, the tauren was originally created by the demon king, the king of demons. They were born in the demonic ceremony in the mortal kingdom. The king of horned demons also advocated his followers to dehumanize, return to their wildness, and transform their bodies and minds into real tauren .

But Alistar, who has a soul from another world, is a very rational tauren, one of the very few tauren who strive to break the shackles and liberate life and freedom.

Now that he has chosen this race, he will raise these demon descendants into a separate race of tauren.

Therefore, he voluntarily broke off one of his proud horns. Apart from reminding himself to bow his head at all times, it also had another meaning, that is, to completely sever the relationship with the king of horned demons, and to prove to the world that the horn-broken tauren clan is not like this. Follower of a Demon Lord.

"The traitor must die!"

Alista gently shook the oxtail behind him, sensing the "Stoneskin Technique" that was about to disappear, he let out a low growl.

——"Supernatural Ability: Fury!"

Immediately afterwards, a roar that seemed to be ancient and wild filled the stone pillars of the Wan Ruide family.

The hands of many unsteady drow warriors trembled involuntarily, and even a few unlucky ones fell from the narrow bridge connecting the stone pillars.

Berserkers do not fight to achieve heroic ideals or to defeat heinous crimes, but to rage driven by the passion of battle.

For a Berserker, fighting furiously is like an addictive potion, and he must constantly seek more battles to satisfy his desire to fight.

Alistar has a very special advanced class: tauren berserker!

However, he generally rarely uses this ability, because he is a tauren who can maintain his sanity, so he doesn't like to use his wildness to solve pointless battles.

But today was different. If he didn't use the power of anger in his heart, he would very likely be beaten to death by these despicable thieves.

Along with Alistar's roar, his burly body, which was already tangled with muscles, began to swell rapidly again.

His thick ox hair that exudes the stench of death can't hide the terrifying muscles and hideous veins.

Amidst bursts of crackling noises, the bones of the Tauren's whole body were lifted up one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person directly turned into a behemoth more than five meters high.

— "Supernatural Ability: War Stomp!"

The bloodshot eyes of the tauren Alistar glanced dissatisfied at the small giant ax in his hand. He puffed up his chest, took a deep breath, raised his thick hoof, and stomped with all his strength.

"boom!"

A shocking loud noise centered on the tauren Alistar, and the spider web-like cracks spread rapidly to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

"Boom!"

A large piece of crude sentry tower hidden in the stalactite group collapsed, many drow warriors were crushed in the ruins and wailed, and the mutated spiders entrenched on the top of the cave were also shaken like dumplings, falling down one after another.

More than 20 members of the lone wolf mercenary group who were closer to Alista were directly transmitted from the legs to the whole body by the power from the earth. They were shocked to the point of bleeding from their orifices, lying on the ground with their heads in their hands and howling in pain.

The tauren Alista, who was panting violently with too much force, first reached out and grabbed the unlucky spider that fell down unintentionally and happened to be stuck in his horn, and smashed it into the crowd of the mercenary group.

Then stepping on a drow elf with a thick hoof, trampled to death all the enemies seriously injured by the trampling of war like ants.

Then he waved the huge ax the size of a door panel in his hand, and rushed towards the periphery of the Wanruide family settlement at an extremely fast speed.

Obviously, this angry brother Niu didn't lose his mind, he knew very clearly what he should do at this moment.

At the same time, the other side was besieged by the Vinov Lone Wolf Mercenary Group.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

After the baptism of the galloping crossbow, the protective force field around Thorne's body was completely pierced, and a poisoned crossbow was also shot on his arm.

The only good news is that the penetrating power of these crossbow bolts is not very strong, and the drow poison is easily offset by his counter skills of the Steel Soul faction.

Since the drow mercenaries believed that he was the greatest threat, they poured almost all their crossbow arrows on him. On the contrary, the other wizard Shire beside him was protected by the spell and was not harmed.

However, although the crossbow arrows stopped, more than 30 drow mercenaries took the opportunity to rush over.

On their periphery, there were still many drow soldiers waiting in battle to form a huge encirclement, surrounding the two of them, and there was a tendency to completely wipe them out here.

"Do you have any questions?" Thorn said in a deep voice, who was waiting for the battle. He felt a little complicated about this strange wizard.

In the previous battles, the drow wizard always helped him deal with the enemy. Although Thorne felt that this kind of help was insignificant to him, it was out of the good intentions of the other party after all, and it did save him some trouble. , so he has a little affection for this wizard.

However, it was different now, the two of them were surrounded by a group of drow mercenaries, more than 30 drow mercenaries had rushed over, and the remaining dozens of mercenaries also held crossbows and watched them vigilantly from the outside.

Even Thorne himself couldn't guarantee that he would be able to rush out unscathed, not to mention there was a wizard by his side.

Therefore, he could only ask a symbolic question, because if the young wizard didn't have any special abilities, he might really want to stay here.

"I can't go, you still have hope." The wizard Charles looked at the drow mercenaries who rushed forward, smiled, and went directly to Thorne, putting his hands on his shoulders.

He is an 8th-level warlock and a 3rd-level wizard, and almost all the spells in his body are consumed in battle.

So he chose to throw the last protective spell to the ranger in front of him, so that at least one person could escape.

—— "Four Rings Spell: Stone Skin Technique!"

Feeling that the skin of his whole body became hard like a stone, Thorn's eyes narrowed, and he directly threw the obsidian sculpture of Fulong Beast out.

"You will die in this way." Thorn clenched the two swords in his hands and said in a low voice.

"Don't let my hard work be in vain, and escape quickly."

The wizard Shire didn't talk nonsense, and directly prepared a dark red fireball, and threw it towards the fast-moving group of drow mercenaries without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The dark red fireball exploded, and except for the three who were unable to dodge and were blown away by the air waves and fell to the ground, the other drow mercenaries all avoided this conspicuous magic attack in advance.

Obviously, this is a group of well-trained drow warriors.

Immediately afterwards, a group of drow mercenaries approached the two of them, grinning grinningly, preparing for the bloodiest hand-to-hand combat.

——"Scary momentum!"

Thorn's eyes were fixed, and a suffocating murderous aura surged out. However, except for the three weaker ones who were in a trembling state, the other four besieged had no effect, and all kinds of sharp blades fell on Thorn's body. physically.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Enhanced Skill): Red Lotus Sword!"

Feeling the sound of sharp blades clanging from his body, Thorne didn't dodge anything. The two sharp blades in his hands flashed a scorching flame at an extremely fast speed. The drow mercenaries gathered around him were all lying on the ground covering their wounds howling.

Then he took a step forward, and a swift flash of sword light flashed again, and the seven drow mercenaries who rushed over were all knocked to the ground by Thorne.

——"Desert Wind Faction (Strike Skill): Snake of Flame!"

Taking advantage of this gap, Thorne stabbed the long sword towards the ground, and the raging flames turned into a winding fire snake and attacked all the drow mercenaries who attacked him.

Seeing that the attack here had been temporarily repulsed by him, Thorne immediately ordered the Volcano to clean up the remnants, turned around and rushed towards the direction of the wizard Charles, trying to rescue the kind drow wizard.

"Pfft!"

However, it is a pity that when Thorne arrived, the protective force field of the wizard Charles had been shattered by the drow mercenaries, and all five sharp blades pierced his body.

——"Second Ring Spell: Reverse Electricity Vendetta!"

At the same time, the moment the sharp blade touched Charles' body, five bolts of lightning jumping with dark purple arcs erupted from the wizard's body, killing the five mercenaries on the spot.

——"Second Ring Divine Art: Wind Wall Art!"

Thorn immediately rushed over, took out his holy emblem and cast a roaring wind wall, resisting the arrows that came galloping again for the two of them.

"Boom!"

At this time, the tall and burly figure of the tauren Alista rushed over roaring.

Taking advantage of the attention of the tauren, Thorne quickly dragged Charles to a relatively hidden stalactite as a cover, then took out a bottle of advanced healing potion from the dimensional bag and poured it directly.

"It's useless, my injury is too fatal."

Char, who had poured the healing potion, recovered a bit of his strength. Although the wound was already healing, the two fatal wounds inside his body and the toxin applied were still working.

"Then what else do you want to say?"

Thorne looked at the wizard who he had never met but was in danger, he was silent for a while, and said.

"This is the holy emblem I carved with my own hands. I didn't expect to get the approval of the goddess before I died. It can be regarded as the fulfillment of my wish."

Charles smiled miserably, took out the jewelry hidden in his collar, and saw that the holy emblem held in his hand exuded a faint divine magic brilliance, his hands trembled involuntarily, and his dark eyes were also faintly excited.

"This ranger friend, do me a favor." Then, Charles tried his best to suppress the pain caused by the injury, and moved his eyes to Thorne with difficulty:

"The magic of this holy emblem hides the specific information of many compatriots and some original residents of the Warlock Academy who are eager to return to the surface. I hope you can help me give it to the believers of the goddess, so that they can bring these desires back to the darkness of the surface. The elves take it."

"No problem." Thorne directly took the holy emblem that was blooming with faint divine light in Charles' hand.

"This holy emblem has finally been approved by the goddess. After seeing it, they will no longer doubt that I am an evil drow."

Seeing that Thorne had accepted the holy emblem, Charles leaned his body on the stone pillar with his last breath and said with a smile:

"Also, if you return to the surface, please scatter my ashes in a grove that can be illuminated by moonlight and sunlight. I haven't seen beautiful natural light for a long time."

"On the surface of the Realms, in the Great Land of the Sun, a Promised Land awaits you.

Come in peace and live again in the sun, where the trees and flowers grow... May the light of the dancing lady be selflessly sprinkled on your shoulders. "

Thorn sighed slightly, recalling Majia's welcome ceremony back then, holding Shire's holy emblem in his palm, and murmured a few words, which could be regarded as a supplementary ceremony for the wizard before he died.

The only pity is that the performer is not a believer in a dancing lady.

"Really... thank you so much." Leaning against the stone pillar, Charles smiled at Thorne, his reddish eyes began to dim slowly.

At this time, in the deep darkness, a swallowtail moth fluttered and flew strangely. With the swing of its wings, a faint divine light flickered slightly.

Immediately afterwards, both of them heard a faint mournful dirge sung by the swallowtail moth.

"The fluttering swallowtail moth, this is the appearance of the dancing lady guiding her followers. I must have been favored by the goddess. Is this here to pick me up to the Kingdom of God?"

Charles' originally dim eyes were forced to brighten a bit. With Thorne's support, he sat cross-legged on the ground with difficulty and began to pray devoutly:

Help the weak as well as the strong.

It is necessary to help gentlemen as well as brutal men.

To love peace, but also to fight evil.

Happiness should be spread everywhere, and the soul should be sublimated with words, humor, songs and laughter.

Help outsiders, shelter the homeless, and relieve those in deep trouble.

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When everything was over, the floating swallowtail moth turned into bits of light and dissipated in the air, and the body of the wizard Shire was also reduced to a pile of ashes in a bright flame.

"I heard that devout believers will be led to the Kingdom of God by the messengers of the gods after they die. Has that winged swallowtail moth picked you up already?"

Thorne sighed deeply, took out a rag and collected the ashes of the wizard Charles.

Then he clenched his long sword again, and turned his cold eyes towards the members of the Vinov Lone Wolf Mercenary Group who were about to retreat.

(End of this chapter)