Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 389 The Violent Vulture
"Cuckoo..."

The war was over, and on the blood-soaked blood-soaked battlefield outside the town, except for the sharp and piercing screams of scavengers and vultures, everything seemed very quiet and silent.

At least no one wants to disturb this tranquility, right?

The Emerald Field is still the same Emerald Field, and Twilight Town is still Twilight Town. This inconspicuous war doesn't seem to have changed anything.

For the hobgoblins of Hruk, war can bring them glorious military exploits and a devout belief in the mighty, so they never tire of this never-ending battle.

Even if they die on the battlefield, their spirits will bring their own honorary ranks to join the mighty Magrubie's army on the plane of Shura.

However, for those defenders who were invaded by them.

Even if the war is won, the townspeople don't consider themselves victors because each of them has suffered some tragic loss.

Standing on the tower, Thorne looked at the thick dark clouds formed by groups of ferocious vultures on the blue sky, feeling slightly lost in thought.

He watched them swoop low, screaming high-pitched and piercing their long beaks into eyeballs that could no longer see.

They do not hover when descending into deadly areas.

In front of a feast, they go straight to their mark as bees to a flower.

They are the cleaners of the wild, as are reptiles, rain, and endless winds and ages.

When all this is over, only the bones will remain, the wailing and rancidity will disappear, and the blood will be washed away.

Things that can prove a downed intruder or what was once an individual are also taken by the fattening birds.

The dead bones left behind will gradually intermingle with the dark red land.

The wind and rain tore the skeleton apart, time buried some, and the rest gradually became indistinguishable. Only the most careful ranger or tracker can find something from the traces of the passage of time.

When Thorne noticed the corpses being carried into the city below, his expression was in a daze. This impressive picture reminded him of some not-so-good memories.

"When a true warrior faces battle, the look on his face is certainly worthy of recognition, because I can always hear from their mouths: the war for the homeland is the most noble."

Accompanied by the reverberation of heavy boots, the lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan, came to Thorn's side, and together with him, he looked at the final winners enjoying the bloody feast, and said slowly.

"Is it a big loss this time?" Thorne was taken aback when he heard the thick voice, and then looked at Sarayan who came beside him, and asked in a flat tone.

"For your blessing, it's already...very good." Sarayang paused slightly, forcing a smile on his face.

Thorne saw the lord's true expression at a glance, so he smiled lightly and said in a comforting tone:
"Perhaps, this is also a good way to die for them. In this foreign world, there is nothing more worthy of respect than fighting to defend their homeland. They are all closely linked by the determination to protect and bloody battles together, so it was the end of a respectable life for them."

"Do you know how the aborigines living in the wilderness in this world live?" Sarayan nodded, approved of Thorne's words, then changed the subject and asked again.

"Actually, they are similar to us. They are all willing to sacrifice their lives to protect their homeland." Thorne replied seriously.

As a half-elf living in the upper part of Waterfall Town, he naturally knows a lot about these things.

But it is a pity that before Fallstown accepted their compatriots, the half-elves lived in seclusion basically in peace and tranquility.

After all, with the cliffs and the dense maple forest in the lower city, no evil race would do such a thankless thing to attack the town of Waterfall.

However, no one expected that since the lower city was developed and turned into a territory exuding the smell of fireworks, this balance would be completely broken.

As Thorne who once urged the half-elf leaders to accept their compatriots.

Is he wrong?

Perhaps he himself couldn't understand this problem, so he could only use his best efforts to keep Fallstown completely away from the pain caused by the war.

"I used to read a lot of books about opening up and defending territory in the wilderness in the War College in the central part of the mainland." Sarayang shook his head lightly, sighed, and continued:
"It is said that the closer to the territory of the wilderness, the stronger their sense of crisis. Especially in the civilized areas of the northern wilderness, parents will show worries about their own life and death shortly after giving birth. It haunts the child for the first 12 years of their life."

"Why? What are they worried about?" Although Thorne had guessed the general reason, he couldn't help but want to hear the correct answer from the other party.

"Are they worried that they will die? This kind of worry is not for the children, but more for themselves. They don't want their children to accept death before they grow up enough to remember their parents."

Sarayan looked at the ferocious vultures feasting on the bottom of the tower, and said in a slightly heavy voice: "Because apart from their own children, who can see their appearance from the dead bones among the gravel? Remember the last gleam in his eyes before coming?"

"Brother, this topic of yours is a little...how should I put it? It's too heavy..." Thorn was silent for a while, and after digesting Sarayan's words, he patted him on the shoulder helplessly.

In this cruel wilderness, whenever a person loses a loved one, they will make up their minds to remember him or her forever in this world, but the never-ending war in the wilderness often attracts all their attention.

Then, as the years go by, they will not think of those who died as often. If no one remembers these warriors who died defending their homeland, maybe he is really gone.

It's like their world, if their textbooks didn't tell about the heroes who defended the territory and defended the country.

So, who can still remember their great achievements?

To put it simply, if both he and the half-elf girl Lilia have forgotten his ranger mentor, who do you expect to remember forever?
Therefore, the aborigines of the northern wilderness are worried that their children will not remember their appearance, or they are worried that they will be forever forgotten after death.

The root of all this is that they live in a never-ending war, and if the world were at peace, they wouldn't have this heavy worry.

"If possible, I hope that the ferocious vultures that often hover outside the town will go away with the wind and never come. And those lost voices and faces will last forever in memory, reminding us of the pain we have had every now and then.

When the clarion calls to defend our homeland sound, before the invaders trample our land again, we must make them pay a price we will never forget.

Let them understand that the land that has been infiltrated by blood and turned dark red is their fate, and the piercing screams of ferocious vultures are the alarm bells in their ears. "

(End of this chapter)