Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 453 Popularity

The sun sank to the back of the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range, and the rays burned the entire sky red, and the hills and ridges seemed to be stained with blood.The emerald river shone like fire, and the land around the forest of tranquility was scarlet in the dusk.

This battle ended at this moment.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and countless broken spears and sharp swords were half-hidden among the dirt and bones, shining faintly in the dim light.

Blood flowed into rivers on the vast land, corpses were strewn across the field, stumped limbs and arms were everywhere, and there were hideous heads rolling in the corners. The hobgoblins who died in battle stared at the sky with unwilling eyes. corner.

The savage vultures of the sky do not hover when they descend upon a field of death, but swoop like bees to a flower-bush before this sumptuous feast, straight to their mark.

They landed on the blood-stained corpses, and while neighing happily, they pierced their sharp beaks into the eyeballs that could no longer see.

At this moment, the protagonists on the battlefield have become overwhelming beasts and scavengers, and perhaps they are the ultimate beneficiaries.

The Horuk hobgoblin tribe had not left a single living enemy, except for those who died while fleeing, the rest were all beheaded, and very few made their way eastward into the depths of the Silent Forest.

War may not necessarily bring wealth, but it will definitely leave pain.

It may be because most players living in the Emerald Fields have long been accustomed to seeing life and death, so they don't have so many emotional fluctuations.

Most of the surviving warriors were too tired to feel joy or sorrow, for so many were wounded, maimed, or killed in the wilderness, and many needed help.

They just took a short break, cleaned the battlefield, collected the corpses, and then escorted the countless wounded, walking silently on the way back.

At this time, whether they were famous or unknown, whether they were generals or soldiers, too many people died in battle.

It was a real war, and not even one story could tell the whole of it.

Much later, a bard wrote in his "Song of the Dawn":

We know that once the battle horns roared in the wilderness.

In the emerald field, the sword is unsheathed Ye Ye,

The horse gallops like a whirlwind of death,
They rushed to the battlefield and ignited the flames of war.

There was born a new god, Goblin and Wisdom,
Also fell the incarnation of the Mighty One, Magrubie, the patron saint of goblins.

Since then,

Goblin race, free from the shadow of fear,
The Alliance of Five Towns ushered in the dawn of dawn.

their strength and wisdom,

their mission and sacrifice,

In exchange for the glory and rise after victory.

Under the shadows of the mountains, on the edge of the forest,
From dawn to dusk, death does not discriminate.

The deceased protesters have already rested in the
Under the long grass in the land of the free, by the Emerald River.

Now the breeze is blowing, and the grass is luxuriant,
On that day, the four fields were slaughtered, blood stained the earth,
The blood-like setting sun has dyed a new chapter red.

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The group stopped when they came to a dark grove deep in the Forest of Tranquility.

The horse scratched its front hooves uneasily, snorted, and exhaled white air from its nostrils, obviously unwilling to enter the forest.

The trees were gloomy and frightening, and there was a shadow or mist in the woods.

Their long branches hang down like skinny fingers, and the roots protruding from the ground look like monster limbs, and there are dark caves under the trees.

Thorn led a group of people to stop, and stretched out his hand to signal everyone not to act rashly.

He was surprised to find that the road stretched straight ahead, and the sky above his head was unshaded and full of the afterglow.

But the rows of oaks and firs on both sides of the road have been wrapped in a gloom, extending into the distance and unable to penetrate the shadows.

Faintly, Thorne heard the creaking and breaking of branches and painful groans from the depths, as well as distant exclamations, and an inarticulate voice, which seemed to be whispering angrily.

"You guys go back first, I can leave this place to me." Thorne was silent for a while, then threw away an oak leaf stained with light blood in his hand, and turned to look at the cavalry who tried their best to appease their mounts.

"Your Excellency Thorne, let's take our leave first." The leader of the cavalry relaxed when he heard the words, retracted his slightly disturbed gaze, and saluted the ranger with fists.

Immediately, his legs pinched the horse's belly, and the war horse quickly turned around very obediently, speeding up his steps to move away from this strange forest.

Seeing this group of cavalry leave, Thorne drew a sharp sword emitting scorching light from his waist, looked at the figure floating in mid-air beside him, and said, "Shall we continue in?"

"Go in, the temple of the Mighty One is hidden here." The figure beside him said slowly, but there was a slight reverberation of a voice full of divinity in his tone.

"What should I call you now? Do I call you the patron saint of the goblins, or..." Thorn, who was about to walk deep into the jungle, suddenly paused and turned to look at his companions beside him.

Malvisa, the goblin wizard, or Martha, the goblin and goddess of wisdom, was right in front of him at this moment.

As a deity, he wears a long black one-piece dress, plain but made of fine fabric.Apart from the silver girdle that encircled His slender waist, the clothes were bare of any ornament.

He wears a hood, which makes his temperament as simple as marble, and his appearance is calmer and colder.

He looked more like marble with so much change, Thorne thought, except at least marble would still be warmed by the sun, and he would never, yes, never!
Although Thorn can't feel any majesty from the gods or a certain sense of oppression in him, whenever he looks at his pair of golden eyes, he can't help but feel a palpitating tremor in his heart. Let him dare not look at him casually.

"Whatever." Malvisa stared at the depths of the dense forest, a strand of long black hair poking out from the hood swayed lightly without wind, and said in a low tone.

Thorn didn't hesitate anymore, he lifted his sharp sword upside down, and walked towards the shadow that his eyes couldn't penetrate.

Silence fell in this dense forest shrouded in darkness, only the slight rustling and faint whispers reverberated from time to time, giving people a sense of creepiness.

He wasn't worried at all, though, because standing behind him was a real god.

Thorn, who was in the shadows, took Malvisa, wandering here as if aimlessly, and it seemed like two ghosts were floating past.

I don't know how long I walked...

When all the icy shadows dissipated, a pure black Temple of the Mighty One shrouded in divine radiance appeared in the sight of the two of them.

Thorne stroked a strand of wet hair that blocked his sight from his forehead to behind his ears, and looked towards the temple.He has successfully found the Temple of the Mighty One hidden in the depths of the Silent Forest.

That means it's time for reckoning.

So he gently pulled out another sharp sword emitting pale blue light, and looked vigilantly at the silent temple gate.

Under Thorne's expectant eyes, a group of hobgoblin warriors quickly emerged from the gate of the temple, and at the same time blocked the gate firmly, without giving in.

What appeared in front of them was a group of hobgoblins with their armor and armor removed.

They staggered out of the temple, one by one covered in blood, with unconcealable panic on their stained faces, blood-red eyes full of fear after failure, and a touch of despair for the future color.

Their hair was scattered, the wounds all over their bodies were still aching, their throats were filled with painful groans, and the blood-soaked battle armor was still dripping blood on the ground, on the stone steps of the Temple of the Mighty One Leaving a string of bloody marks.

"For the glory of the Mighty One!" The hobgoblin warriors clenched their weapons tightly, roaring like beasts from their throats.

"Do you need to keep a few alive?" Thorne clenched his swords tightly, his back slightly arched, and asked casually.

"No need." Malvisa shook her head slightly.

A stream of blood splattered.

There were hobgoblin corpses everywhere around Thorn, and no one was left alive. The gurgling blood flowed down the stone steps onto the soft ground, emitting a faint luster under the radiance of the temple.

Without any hesitation, the two walked towards the Temple of the Mighty One whose light was gradually dimming.

In the temple shrouded in golden and red torches, a tall and terrifying statue of the spirit of the earth appeared in front of the two of them. He had sharp fangs, ebony skin, and strong muscles.

The moment the two appeared, the eyes of the statue of the Almighty suddenly burst into flames, and vicious flames jumped out, falling on Malvisa's body, and roared as if he had lost his mind:

"The remnants of the godslayers, don't be too happy. One day, you will pay the most painful price for your arrogance and ignorance!"

Obviously, the success of conferring the gods is just the beginning.

As the one who forcibly snatched the priesthood from the Mighty One, it meant that the two sides would fall into an endless battle.

This battle will continue until one side is completely destroyed.

"Boom!"

Malvisa stretched out her finger, and the vicious flames in the eye sockets of this obsidian-cast mighty statue were instantly extinguished, and then collapsed into a pile of ruins.

"It's over, let's go back..." Malvisa sighed faintly, her golden eyes looked around aimlessly, and disappeared without a trace.

The night is quiet and serene, the moon hangs on the treetops, looming behind the faint wisps of clouds.Although it was a clear night sky, Thorne inexplicably felt a lingering chill in the air.

He didn't leave with Malvisa, but walked out of the Serene Forest and came to a higher hillside.

The cool night wind gently swept across the grass, bending the grasses and making the trees rustle.

Thorn just stood there, staring in the direction of Winter City, staring at the darkness that made him feel depressed.

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　[Conferred God Ceremony (Battle of Legends): Toril Era, Moon of Scorching Sun, 1st, Corina Peninsula, outside the Forest of Tranquility. 】

　　The Alliance of Five Towns in the Emerald Fields took the initiative to launch a decisive battle representing the rising chapter against the hobgoblin tribe of Heruk in the Forest of Tranquility.In this large-scale war, Malvisa, the goblin leader of Horn Town, took this opportunity to hold a god-conferring ceremony, and successfully gained the approval of the goblin race and the entire five towns, and successfully conferred the gods.

　　In this battle of the Conferred Gods, the incarnation of the Mighty One failed to prevent it, and the degeneration ceremony of the Dark Lord was also interrupted by you.

　　Because you are holding a certain forbidden weapon, you are known by many unknown beings full of good intentions and malicious intentions. These extremely special people will, as time goes by, take your significant contribution Spread farther and farther. (Legend degree +10)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)