Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 363

In the blue sky, white clouds floated leisurely, and the warm sunlight fell down, casting many cloud shadows on the vast plain.

Norhill Plains.

In the endless emerald wilderness, the Nosir Plain is located in the middle of the wilderness. It belongs to the territory of Stallman Town, and it is also the only area with the flattest terrain in the whole wilderness.

On this plain, there are no dense bushlands, no muddy and rotting swamps, and no rugged hills and mountains.

There are only endless flat grasslands and sparse trees, as well as some farmland and fruit forests reclaimed by tiefling race.

'Northir' means 'wandering' in tiefling race.

No matter where they are, no race likes to live a wandering life, because wandering means living without a fixed place, without a stable home.

For the flying birds that are far away, the eternal concern is the old forest.

A drifting boat always misses the harbour.

For travelers on the go, no matter whether they are returning at night in a hurry or leaving home, the place that is inextricably linked in their hearts and always missed is home.

Therefore, this town of Stallman, built on the Norhill Plain, is the home of the entire tiefling race.

In this magical world, the homeland gave them their souls, which made most people trust in their hearts and stop wandering.

The sunlight falling on the Nuoxier Plain gradually became warmer, and the wind softened a lot.

Tieflin, who is grazing, is leaning against the big crooked tree, enjoying a pleasant time with a piece of green grass in his mouth. The sheep around him are like soft cotton balls, rolling and strolling wantonly on the grass.

There are several fishing boats from Stowman Town floating on the water of the broad Emerald River, and some tiefling players dressed as fishermen are fishing with nets on the small boats.

Obviously, not everyone is keen on fighting and taking risks. If there is no deadly threat, most people who adapt to this world are willing to pursue the peaceful life they want.

Putting things that everyone is passionate about into this world, such as: war, flowers, women, friendship and even death, people call it: games.

Now that everything in the game has come true, it is unknown whether these visitors from other worlds can still retain their original intention of entering the game. After all, many people have chosen to compromise in order to survive.

At this time, on the banks of the Emerald River in the Nosir Plain, a banquet was being held to celebrate the victory of the surprise attack on the Gnolls.

Piles of bonfires were built on the river bank, dozens of long foldable tables were set up, and countless ferocious pigs, dire rabbits and other wild game barbecues were inserted on several huge barbecue grills. Fulin's players turned and roasted slowly, exuding a tempting aroma.

The table is full of round wooden barrels full of fine wine, which is a kind of craft beer with a light floral aroma, and the freshly baked toast, creme brulee and fruit pie on the plate are piled up like hills, and there are fresh and delicious The grilled trout and greens are constantly being brought up.

……

always watched and whispered

we never care
'Cause we live in the shadows and never fear the dark

see fear and violence all the time

we never care
Just because our bloodlines are polluted, it doesn't mean our souls will follow suit
this is tiefling
A race forever burdened with ancient sins
We wander around the world

Journey into the unknown unknown
We are drifters and pioneers

……

The tieflings were in high spirits, singing cheerful songs, and their laughter spread the happy atmosphere far away, almost overturning the sky.

"You can't even imagine how shocking the nine-ring spell last night was. The moment eight meteors fell to the ground with a long trail of smoke, there was a bang! It was like the end of the world."

Holding a beer mug, a tiefling player with a single horn growing in the center of his forehead showed off to everyone sitting around him.

"Who doesn't know? I slept soundly last night. The room suddenly shook. I thought there was an earthquake. Then I ran out with my pants up. When I looked up, I saw that the direction of the Great Sword Mark Mountain Range was red. Like fire burning clouds."

A tiefling who had never participated in the battle couldn't help but asked with some regret: "Hey, unicorn, you said that this spell is so powerful that it killed all the gnolls at once."

Others sitting around cast their eyes on the unicorn tiefling who looked a little drunk.

"If they were all killed, wouldn't we all go to make soy sauce?" The unicorn Tieflin took a sip of beer, hiccupped, and then spittled and told everyone:
"Last night, after the "Meteor Explosion" washed the ground of the gnoll camp, although many gnolls were killed on the spot, many wolves who were baked by the fire and looked like molted hens managed to escape from the camp. We fled to the Great Sword Scar Mountains screaming strangely, and then we were all blocked at the intersection by a dozen of us, killing as many as we came, and none of them ran away. That scene was so cool, I have never killed so happily in my life ! "

"Then who kills the most, Ishak or Miss Jessica." A tiefling player asked curiously.

"Of course it's me." The tiefling ranger sitting on the other side heard the player's inquiry, walked over with a smile, and sat around the crowd.

"That's right, last night, the guy with Six Fingers grabbed the most heads, relying on his good friend Niutou holding up a tower shield to protect him, he didn't have any worries, he stood under Niutou's crotch with a composite longbow and crazily output, tsk tsk tsk .” The drunken unicorn tiefling teased the ranger beside him with a strange smile.

Hearing the ridicule of the unicorn tiefling, a group of people looked at the tiefling ranger with six fingers on both hands and laughed, and the air was full of joy.

"Fuck you, you one-horned drunk." In the cheerful atmosphere, a tiefling who was more than three meters tall, extremely muscular, and with horns on his forehead came over and cursed with a smile.

Then he stretched out his thick arms and grabbed his tail, and threw the one-horned tiefling to one side of the grass like a chicken. The one-horn on tiefling's forehead was directly inserted into the ground, like an upside-down onion.

"Bull head, where did that guy Ishak go? Why hasn't he been seen for so long?" The tiefling ranger sitting on the grass looked around, frowned, and said to the bull head tiefling next to him.

"Who knows? They said they were going to invite the half-elf ranger who helped us last night, but they never came." Tiefling, who was nicknamed the bull head, finished speaking, and grabbed the thigh of a ferocious wild boar. Gu Zi got busy.

"Speaking of this half-elf ranger, I suddenly remembered a very interesting thing." At this time, the unicorn Tiefling who was thrown aside struggled to crawl over again, looking at the audience like a curious baby, He said with a smile:
"During the operation last night, this ranger from Upper Falls joined Sister Jessica and the Night Lord, and a very interesting thing happened.

Because of his joining, Jessica, the most powerful player in our player group, has been playing soy sauce the whole time. Believe me, you have never seen how wonderful her expression is when she looks at Ranger. "

"Unicorn, how can you say bad things about Miss Jessica, although she is usually a bit harsh to us, but she is the second person I admire from the bottom of my heart besides the Night Lord in my life, I will say such things next time , I’m in a hurry with you.” A tiefling player got up and looked dissatisfiedly at the tiefling with the horn in front of him.

"Yes!" The other tieflings echoed and protested dissatisfiedly.

"The unicorn ghost and I were the first batch of people to receive training in fighting skills from Sister Jessica. You have no idea that this mean-spirited unicorn ghost was taught to cry by Sister Jessica during the training. Listen! I understand, I was trained to cry! That's why he is unbalanced." Niutou, who had dealt with the ferocious wild boar's thigh, broke the news to everyone.

"Oh..." Everyone sighed, all looking at the one-horned ghost with a look that I understood.

"You bastard, you promised to keep it a secret for me forever, and I'll fight with you." The shameless unicorn got up and wrestled with the bull, and the air was filled with joy again.

The other side of the Norhill Plain.

Thorne walked out of Stallman Town in the warm spring breeze and headed towards Twilight Town.

Not long after he walked, a figure who had been waiting for a long time appeared in his sight and blocked his way.

"What's the matter?" Thorn stopped and looked at Ishak, a tiefling warrior with the blood of Balor.

"It's nothing, I just want to come see you off." Noticing You Xia's calm gaze, Ishak immediately gave up the idea of ​​inviting him, and changed his words.

"I appreciate your kindness." Thorne noticed the noise coming from the direction of the Emerald River and the unnatural look on the tiefling's face, and immediately understood what he meant, so he refused.

After finishing speaking, he put on the hood behind the cloak, quickened his pace and disappeared into the Nosir Plain exuding the fragrance of weeds.

"May the sword in your hand be sharp forever, and may there be no darkness in your heart."

Ishak recalled the words that the ranger once gave him, so he immediately spread his wings and floated in mid-air, looking at his back until he disappeared from his sight, then looked away.

Then he flapped his wings unconsciously and looked towards the hazy Great Sword Scar Mountain Range to the west, but he saw stretches of mountains stretching across the horizon. The snow on the mountains was half-melted, mottled in black and white, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

He was bathed in the sun, letting the warm spring breeze blow his long, messy dark red hair. Finally, he sighed helplessly. He suddenly lost interest in the dinner party, and immediately flew directly to Stallman Town.

Although this gnoll tribe was wiped out, there were too many enemies that could threaten Stallman Town in the rolling Great Sword Scar Mountains.

Without the protection of this quasi-legendary night lord, it would be too difficult to resist the threat of the wolf man with the strength of their players alone.

Perhaps, this raid can deter the gnolls for a long time, but what about the next time?What about in the future?What about the future?
After all, their Stallman Town was built on the Nosher Plain, the flattest place in the Emerald Field, and it was also the nearest town to Dragon Falling Canyon.

In other words, as long as they were driven out of the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range, they would almost always set their sights on Stallman Town.

They no longer have the powerful guardian of the Night Lord, and everything in the future can only depend on themselves.

The walls of Stallman Town.

The dark red cloak of the sorcerer Anakeys stared in the direction of the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range with deep black eyes, dazed.

I do not know how long it has been.

The sorcerer suddenly turned to Jessica, the paladin beside him, and said, "Did you see that Falling Dragon Canyon? If we can build a checkpoint in that place, we can hold back all the evil living in the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range." Race.

At that time, even if they pass through from other places, in the complex terrain, they will not form a numerical advantage.It is impossible to completely eliminate the wolf man in the depths of the Great Sword Scar Mountains. Even if the wolf man is eliminated, there are hill giants, frost giants, and even the deepest snake man. Therefore, in this situation, we Only passive defense. "

"However, with the strength and number of our town alone, it is difficult to take on this important task." Jessica looked at the hazy mountains and said slowly.

The Night Lords are right. If they can completely seal off the main road leading to the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range, and clean up all the humanoid creatures in the Emerald Field, this vast wilderness will truly belong to their player territory.

Then as their strength continues to grow, it is also possible to gradually devour all the forces in the depths of the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range based on the level of the Falling Dragon Canyon, until they occupy the entire Corina Peninsula.

In this way, these compatriots from other worlds can truly gain a firm foothold and continue to develop.

But judging from their current strength, this will be a very difficult task.

The time they have gained a foothold is too short.

The evil race in the wilderness will not give them a chance to breathe and develop.

With the victory of the hill giants against the Wolf Man, all the Wolf Man tribes in the depths of the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range will definitely retreat to the Emerald Field.

This will be a very tragic battle to defend the territory in the near future.

And the hobgoblins in the Forest of Tranquility, the murlocs in the Shadowmoon Inner Sea, and the lizardmen and bullyrogmen in the bottomless swamp have formed forces. As long as they are willing, they can threaten the other four territories of the Emerald Field at any time.

Once the rest of the territories are destroyed, it is only a matter of time before the town of Stallman is attacked.

At that time, these compatriots living in the Emerald Field will either die in battle, or they can only watch their destroyed homes and leave with sadness.

"It seems that you already know what to do next, so I can rest assured." The magician was silent for a long time, and sighed slightly.

"I will protect the last pure land of our Tiefling race, you can go at ease, Night Lord."

The paladin Jessica firmly grasped the hilt of the holy adamantine broadsword, feeling the burning from the holy energy, and said firmly.

With the departure of the two, the spring breeze picked up, and the soft warmth blew gently. The Valence tree in Stallman Town was like a burning flame, swaying with the wind on the branches.

(End of this chapter)