Half Elf Ranger
Chapter 430 The Age of Contempt
Chapter 430 The Age of Contempt
As the twilight deepened, the sky changed from clear blue to bruised purple, and then black, and finally the night sky of Winter City was occupied by stars.
In the dimly lit small courtyard, Thorne sat cross-legged on the ground with his upper body naked.
At this moment, he only felt a scorching hot and strong acid breath slowly seeping in from the surface of the skin as time went by, gradually invading into the flesh, blood and bones of the whole body.
He is very familiar with this pain.
Half a month ago, the black dragon Sigrit performed the dragon blood baptism ceremony on him, which was also the feeling.
The methods of using the two are extremely similar, and they should both come from the period of the Arcane Empire.
However, the pain endured was worse than before.
After all, the strength of this red copper dragon is two ranks higher than that of the black dragon, so the pain and damage suffered are naturally more serious.
Although this time there is no Lilia waiting by his side to continuously brush him with healing spells, but he can clearly feel a soft wave of aura whenever his will becomes blurred and he is about to be unable to resist. Energy surged through his body, making him glow with new life again.
And, fortunately for him, the pain of the two burnings mixed with strong acid was very similar, and he got used to it quickly after having experienced it once.
As we all know, the dragon blood of black dragons is extremely corrosive, and the same is true for red copper dragons, because the offensive dragon breath mastered by these two dragons is strong acid, and their blood is naturally extremely corrosive .
However, unlike black dragons, copper dragons also wield the power of rock and earth.
Therefore, as long as he is baptized with the blood of the red copper dragon, he can successfully activate the moves of the Stone Dragon School, and then use the energy of Qi to transform them into the power of rocks and the earth.
The night has completely fallen, and the stars and lights echo each other.
The salty sea breeze beat against the window panels of the small courtyard, messing up the moth-eaten tapestry hanging in front of the window.
When Thorn noticed that the pain of this torture was fading rapidly, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he suddenly felt waves of cold shadow energy attacking him, constantly eroding his whole body.
So much so that he couldn't help shivering, and his whole body trembled again.
Soon, bead-sized beads of cold sweat continued to drip down his pale cheeks.
At this time, it was as if he had just emerged from the stove in the winter, and was thrown into the bone-piercing lake in an instant.
Thorne was shivering and breathing with great difficulty. He wanted to cry out, but unfortunately he couldn't make any sound. He wanted to struggle, but his whole body was paralyzed by the cold shadow energy and he couldn't move.
This is a low-level ancient ritual "Shadow Touch" of a pair of shadow hand gloves. To activate the equipment attributes, the wielder must carry it through the shadow damage touch.
In other words, he is suffering from the shadow touch in order to activate the ancient equipment.
A soft white light shone in the dilapidated small courtyard. Through the bright light, one could see that the chattering loli dragon had long since disappeared, and the old man leaning on the rattan chair also closed his cloudy eyes, as if in deep thought. It seemed to be sleeping again.
Only Anderina, who looked nervous, stood in the wind, keeping a certain distance from Thorne who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and looked at him worriedly.
She felt that her legs were already numb, and the salty sea breeze blowing from the sea of brilliance became as cold as a knife on her face.
As the night gradually fell, Anderina looked at Thorn who was still trembling slightly, with a hint of anxiety on her face.
Unfortunately, for some reason, Thorn had warned her very solemnly not to get within five meters of him, so that she could only stand here and worry.
I don't know how long it took, when the bright moonlight sprinkled a layer of silver light on Thorne's naked upper body, he finally opened his eyes, as if a gleam of light flashed in the black eyes that blended with the night .
"It's all right." Seeing Andelina who looked anxious, Thorn's heart warmed, and he greeted her with a smile in a slightly weak tone.
Then, he let out a long breath, supported the ground with his hands and stood up with difficulty.
Looking down, he saw his lean body with tangled muscles and silver light shining like the most ferocious cheetah. The streamlined body looked extremely explosive. It was hard to imagine that this was the body of a half-elf race.
At this time, Thorne felt that all the pain disappeared in an instant, and there was an indescribable heartiness and comfort in his body.
He couldn't help but want to yell out and vent all the pain he had endured.
However, what he didn't expect was that just a short while after he got up, he immediately felt an extreme sense of weakness flooding his whole body at an extremely fast speed, his body staggered, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably .
Immediately afterwards, he felt himself leaning against a warm and soft body, the waterfall-like long hair just caressing his chest, followed by a familiar fragrance.
Thorne smiled at Andelina, and with the support of her hands, he stabilized his body with some difficulty.
"Inheriting ancient equipment not only needs some kind of ancient ritual as the medium to activate it, but also consumes a little life force of the wearer to leave a life mark exclusive to the equipment.
You activate two ancient rituals at once today. Even if your body has experienced the baptism of dragon blood, it still cannot bear the consumption. That's why you are in an extremely weak state. If you want to recover completely, you must rest for a while time. "
An old voice came from behind Thorn. The old man lying on the wicker chair opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at Thorn who was getting darker, smiled slightly, then grabbed the armrest of the wicker chair and sat up, looking at the courtyard The direction of the door: "However, you are lucky, someone will help you solve this problem."
"Little Nightingale, you have followed these two little guys all the way here, so it's time to show up." As soon as the words finished, the old man shouted towards the door with a smile.
"Are we being followed?" Thorn, who was getting dressed, heard the old man's laughter, paused for a moment with his hand inserted into the sleeve, and then exchanged glances with Anderina, realizing that even she didn't know when they were being followed. of.
So, both of them turned their eyes to the dilapidated gate in the courtyard at the same time.
A half-elf woman with a beautiful and refined appearance came into the sight of the two of them, and she stood quietly at the door with her hands behind her back, letting the whistling sea breeze blow her smooth flaxen hair, giving people a kind of Dusty and peaceful temperament.
Nightingale Walker, Druid of Jade Garden, what is her purpose of appearing here?
Thorne and Anderina lowered their heads slightly and remained silent.
"Grandmaster of the Nine Swords of Karatu Continent, Guardian of Winter City, you are still here, Nightingale is very polite."
Nightingale Walker's voice was very soft, and it sounded very comfortable. After hearing this voice, Thorn's originally extremely weak body recovered a bit of strength. Although it was a little insignificant, he still felt it clearly.
After the other party finished speaking, he immediately waved to Thorne.
With a light green breath full of natural energy pouring into his body, Thorn immediately felt that his extremely weak body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a moment, his mental state and physical strength returned to the fullest state.
Recovered, he bowed to the Nightingale Walker to express his gratitude, and then he and Anderina continued to maintain their respective silences.
"This is my home. Is it wrong for me to go back to my own home? Little Nightingale." The guardian of Winter City looked at the half-elf woman with kindness in his eyes, as if he was looking at his junior .
"I think you should have heard the story of the creation of the world." Nightingale Walker looked at the smiling old man for a long time, and said:
"In a period as far away as the creation of the entire Toril universe, when the mother earth was just born, his divine power brought the holy acorn, and the holy acorn gave birth to the oldest tree of life, and then as the glaciers melted, the ocean Retreating, the dry land emerged from the water, and the great tree of life Meru Roblos gave birth to countless lives, and the history of each era began to be recorded."
"It seems that you have consulted a lot of information. In this way, they have already handed over the seed of the tree of life to you." The old man's eyelids twitched a few times, and he sighed slightly.
"Yes, I have buried the holy acorn. The time of contempt will come, and none of us can stop it. When the leaves will fall, the buds will wither, the fruit will rot, the grain will be bitter, the river will dry up, and the earth will crack. When When everything in the world returns to dust, the great tree of life Meru Roblos will come again to give birth to new life for this world."
Is this going to restart the world?
Hearing the words of Nightingale Walker, such a word popped into Thorne's mind instantly.
"Don't worry, even if she buried the tree of life, it would take at least tens of thousands of years to conceive it. Besides, many great beings would not be willing to see the birth of the world tree that symbolizes life."
Noticing Thorne's surprised expression, Andrina used spells to transmit sound to him, and subconsciously pointed to the deep night.
That's true, Thorne nodded slightly, thinking to himself.
However, what puzzled him was what was the purpose of this emerald idler druid saying these words.
Is the so-called era of contempt brought about by them, the traversers, or is it caused by the will of some unknown existence.
After all, he also heard the same remarks from the plane merchant in the lich's lair.
The only difference between the two is that the plane merchant is looking forward to the arrival of this era, but the Druid of the Emerald Garden seems to be trying to find a way to deal with it.
This is like when someone knows that the end of the world is coming, terrorists like Plane Merchant will be very excited, while people like Nightingale Walker will be worried.
"Little Nightingale, what's the use of you telling me these things, I can't help you." The guardian of Winter City looked at the half-elf woman with a helpless expression.
"There is nothing for you here, you go back first." Then, the old man waved to Thorn and the two of them again.
He thought for a while, and then said to Thorn earnestly: "People can deceive the world, but they can never deceive themselves. The more you try to prove yourself, the more you will lose yourself. So, walk frankly. Go your own way, do what you want to do, and that's enough."
Thorn bowed to the old man again, and then walked out with Andrina.
"Tradition is dying, and visible values are also being lost. We never follow the laws of nature and go against the sky everywhere, so what have we gained? We are like a fish pond..."
As the two drifted away, Thorne vaguely heard the druid in Emerald Garden and the guardian of Winter City seem to be arguing about something.
…………
(End of this chapter)
As the twilight deepened, the sky changed from clear blue to bruised purple, and then black, and finally the night sky of Winter City was occupied by stars.
In the dimly lit small courtyard, Thorne sat cross-legged on the ground with his upper body naked.
At this moment, he only felt a scorching hot and strong acid breath slowly seeping in from the surface of the skin as time went by, gradually invading into the flesh, blood and bones of the whole body.
He is very familiar with this pain.
Half a month ago, the black dragon Sigrit performed the dragon blood baptism ceremony on him, which was also the feeling.
The methods of using the two are extremely similar, and they should both come from the period of the Arcane Empire.
However, the pain endured was worse than before.
After all, the strength of this red copper dragon is two ranks higher than that of the black dragon, so the pain and damage suffered are naturally more serious.
Although this time there is no Lilia waiting by his side to continuously brush him with healing spells, but he can clearly feel a soft wave of aura whenever his will becomes blurred and he is about to be unable to resist. Energy surged through his body, making him glow with new life again.
And, fortunately for him, the pain of the two burnings mixed with strong acid was very similar, and he got used to it quickly after having experienced it once.
As we all know, the dragon blood of black dragons is extremely corrosive, and the same is true for red copper dragons, because the offensive dragon breath mastered by these two dragons is strong acid, and their blood is naturally extremely corrosive .
However, unlike black dragons, copper dragons also wield the power of rock and earth.
Therefore, as long as he is baptized with the blood of the red copper dragon, he can successfully activate the moves of the Stone Dragon School, and then use the energy of Qi to transform them into the power of rocks and the earth.
The night has completely fallen, and the stars and lights echo each other.
The salty sea breeze beat against the window panels of the small courtyard, messing up the moth-eaten tapestry hanging in front of the window.
When Thorn noticed that the pain of this torture was fading rapidly, he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he suddenly felt waves of cold shadow energy attacking him, constantly eroding his whole body.
So much so that he couldn't help shivering, and his whole body trembled again.
Soon, bead-sized beads of cold sweat continued to drip down his pale cheeks.
At this time, it was as if he had just emerged from the stove in the winter, and was thrown into the bone-piercing lake in an instant.
Thorne was shivering and breathing with great difficulty. He wanted to cry out, but unfortunately he couldn't make any sound. He wanted to struggle, but his whole body was paralyzed by the cold shadow energy and he couldn't move.
This is a low-level ancient ritual "Shadow Touch" of a pair of shadow hand gloves. To activate the equipment attributes, the wielder must carry it through the shadow damage touch.
In other words, he is suffering from the shadow touch in order to activate the ancient equipment.
A soft white light shone in the dilapidated small courtyard. Through the bright light, one could see that the chattering loli dragon had long since disappeared, and the old man leaning on the rattan chair also closed his cloudy eyes, as if in deep thought. It seemed to be sleeping again.
Only Anderina, who looked nervous, stood in the wind, keeping a certain distance from Thorne who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and looked at him worriedly.
She felt that her legs were already numb, and the salty sea breeze blowing from the sea of brilliance became as cold as a knife on her face.
As the night gradually fell, Anderina looked at Thorn who was still trembling slightly, with a hint of anxiety on her face.
Unfortunately, for some reason, Thorn had warned her very solemnly not to get within five meters of him, so that she could only stand here and worry.
I don't know how long it took, when the bright moonlight sprinkled a layer of silver light on Thorne's naked upper body, he finally opened his eyes, as if a gleam of light flashed in the black eyes that blended with the night .
"It's all right." Seeing Andelina who looked anxious, Thorn's heart warmed, and he greeted her with a smile in a slightly weak tone.
Then, he let out a long breath, supported the ground with his hands and stood up with difficulty.
Looking down, he saw his lean body with tangled muscles and silver light shining like the most ferocious cheetah. The streamlined body looked extremely explosive. It was hard to imagine that this was the body of a half-elf race.
At this time, Thorne felt that all the pain disappeared in an instant, and there was an indescribable heartiness and comfort in his body.
He couldn't help but want to yell out and vent all the pain he had endured.
However, what he didn't expect was that just a short while after he got up, he immediately felt an extreme sense of weakness flooding his whole body at an extremely fast speed, his body staggered, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably .
Immediately afterwards, he felt himself leaning against a warm and soft body, the waterfall-like long hair just caressing his chest, followed by a familiar fragrance.
Thorne smiled at Andelina, and with the support of her hands, he stabilized his body with some difficulty.
"Inheriting ancient equipment not only needs some kind of ancient ritual as the medium to activate it, but also consumes a little life force of the wearer to leave a life mark exclusive to the equipment.
You activate two ancient rituals at once today. Even if your body has experienced the baptism of dragon blood, it still cannot bear the consumption. That's why you are in an extremely weak state. If you want to recover completely, you must rest for a while time. "
An old voice came from behind Thorn. The old man lying on the wicker chair opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at Thorn who was getting darker, smiled slightly, then grabbed the armrest of the wicker chair and sat up, looking at the courtyard The direction of the door: "However, you are lucky, someone will help you solve this problem."
"Little Nightingale, you have followed these two little guys all the way here, so it's time to show up." As soon as the words finished, the old man shouted towards the door with a smile.
"Are we being followed?" Thorn, who was getting dressed, heard the old man's laughter, paused for a moment with his hand inserted into the sleeve, and then exchanged glances with Anderina, realizing that even she didn't know when they were being followed. of.
So, both of them turned their eyes to the dilapidated gate in the courtyard at the same time.
A half-elf woman with a beautiful and refined appearance came into the sight of the two of them, and she stood quietly at the door with her hands behind her back, letting the whistling sea breeze blow her smooth flaxen hair, giving people a kind of Dusty and peaceful temperament.
Nightingale Walker, Druid of Jade Garden, what is her purpose of appearing here?
Thorne and Anderina lowered their heads slightly and remained silent.
"Grandmaster of the Nine Swords of Karatu Continent, Guardian of Winter City, you are still here, Nightingale is very polite."
Nightingale Walker's voice was very soft, and it sounded very comfortable. After hearing this voice, Thorn's originally extremely weak body recovered a bit of strength. Although it was a little insignificant, he still felt it clearly.
After the other party finished speaking, he immediately waved to Thorne.
With a light green breath full of natural energy pouring into his body, Thorn immediately felt that his extremely weak body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a moment, his mental state and physical strength returned to the fullest state.
Recovered, he bowed to the Nightingale Walker to express his gratitude, and then he and Anderina continued to maintain their respective silences.
"This is my home. Is it wrong for me to go back to my own home? Little Nightingale." The guardian of Winter City looked at the half-elf woman with kindness in his eyes, as if he was looking at his junior .
"I think you should have heard the story of the creation of the world." Nightingale Walker looked at the smiling old man for a long time, and said:
"In a period as far away as the creation of the entire Toril universe, when the mother earth was just born, his divine power brought the holy acorn, and the holy acorn gave birth to the oldest tree of life, and then as the glaciers melted, the ocean Retreating, the dry land emerged from the water, and the great tree of life Meru Roblos gave birth to countless lives, and the history of each era began to be recorded."
"It seems that you have consulted a lot of information. In this way, they have already handed over the seed of the tree of life to you." The old man's eyelids twitched a few times, and he sighed slightly.
"Yes, I have buried the holy acorn. The time of contempt will come, and none of us can stop it. When the leaves will fall, the buds will wither, the fruit will rot, the grain will be bitter, the river will dry up, and the earth will crack. When When everything in the world returns to dust, the great tree of life Meru Roblos will come again to give birth to new life for this world."
Is this going to restart the world?
Hearing the words of Nightingale Walker, such a word popped into Thorne's mind instantly.
"Don't worry, even if she buried the tree of life, it would take at least tens of thousands of years to conceive it. Besides, many great beings would not be willing to see the birth of the world tree that symbolizes life."
Noticing Thorne's surprised expression, Andrina used spells to transmit sound to him, and subconsciously pointed to the deep night.
That's true, Thorne nodded slightly, thinking to himself.
However, what puzzled him was what was the purpose of this emerald idler druid saying these words.
Is the so-called era of contempt brought about by them, the traversers, or is it caused by the will of some unknown existence.
After all, he also heard the same remarks from the plane merchant in the lich's lair.
The only difference between the two is that the plane merchant is looking forward to the arrival of this era, but the Druid of the Emerald Garden seems to be trying to find a way to deal with it.
This is like when someone knows that the end of the world is coming, terrorists like Plane Merchant will be very excited, while people like Nightingale Walker will be worried.
"Little Nightingale, what's the use of you telling me these things, I can't help you." The guardian of Winter City looked at the half-elf woman with a helpless expression.
"There is nothing for you here, you go back first." Then, the old man waved to Thorn and the two of them again.
He thought for a while, and then said to Thorn earnestly: "People can deceive the world, but they can never deceive themselves. The more you try to prove yourself, the more you will lose yourself. So, walk frankly. Go your own way, do what you want to do, and that's enough."
Thorn bowed to the old man again, and then walked out with Andrina.
"Tradition is dying, and visible values are also being lost. We never follow the laws of nature and go against the sky everywhere, so what have we gained? We are like a fish pond..."
As the two drifted away, Thorne vaguely heard the druid in Emerald Garden and the guardian of Winter City seem to be arguing about something.
…………
(End of this chapter)
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