Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 457 Tears of God

The morning light of dawn has revealed a gleam of light, and the refreshing morning mist dilutes the rising sun on the horizon, making it less glaring.

The wet and salty sea breeze is floating in the air, the wind is howling, and the seagulls are flying. It is a flight with no beginning and no end. The seagulls hover over the submerged ruins and cry wildly.

On a cliff washed out by the waves and standing on the beach, Thorne stood there quietly against the salty sea breeze.

Maybe even he himself didn't know how long he had been here.

one day?two days?or how many days?
He only knew that he had witnessed the whole process of the ruins of Winter City being swallowed by the raging waves of the Sea of ​​Glory, and saw the confluence of the light blue Shadowmoon Inner Sea and the dark blue Sea of ​​Glory.

He also saw a group of druids from the Emerald Court come to the coast to observe whether the ecological balance of the sea had been fatally disturbed.

Then, in the name of the God of Nature, the corpses of many sahuagin floated on the surface of the Shadowmoon Inner Sea, and were finally washed into the Sea of ​​​​Shining, and returned to the embrace of the great white shark in Sekoura.

Seeing that the familiar place had disappeared without a trace, he turned and left silently.

He left the cape cliffs that had been eroded by wind and sea, waved goodbye to the ruins of the city that was completely far away from the flames of war, and then walked into the emerald fields full of flowers and greenery.

The breath of sea water, the sound of waves, the crowing of seagulls, and even the roar of dead souls still linger in his nostrils and ears.

However, this is not important to him anymore, it is not important at all.

The emerald field is full of vitality.

The plants here are wild and lush.

Every ray of sunlight that seeps through the foliage of the tall trees is immediately absorbed by young birches, firs, shrubs, raspberries, blueleafs and ferns.

Beneath their branches and foliage lay dead branches and decaying leaves, and the dying remains of the oldest trees.

The dying remains of the ancient trees, Thorne seemed to have touched something, and whispered to himself.

Around noon, he found a human corpse.

The dead rarely surprised him now.

With utter indifference he ignores the vast majority of dead people who have nothing to do with him.

It was a boy, lying on his back with his legs spread apart, a frozen expression on his face that looked like he was terrified.

Thorne judged in an instant that the child died on the spot without pain, and he didn't even notice it until he died.

Because the sharp arrow passed through his eyes, passed through the eye sockets, and penetrated into the skull.

The arrow feathers are made of eagle feathers, painted a bright scarlet, which stand out in the grass.

Hobgoblins!
He determined the identity of the murderer, so he quickly looked around, and without much effort, he found the traces of the trampling boots in the bushes.

The messy footprints disappeared in the wilderness leading to the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range.

Thorne understood what was going on.

The child stumbled across the remnants of the hobgoblin soldiers, and before realizing the danger, the arrows shot through the air.

The ranger's relaxed mood gradually became swift and cautious.

Although he knew that the tracks left by the hobgoblins were still fresh, and it would be an easy task to catch up with them and avenge the hapless boy, he couldn't arouse any interest.

So he went on.

Not surprisingly, he found the second body.

The sword in the dead man's hand was still reflecting the sunlight. He was an adult adventurer from the aborigines, and his simple black clothes showed his humble status.

Two sharp arrows pierced his chest. Except for the blood around the shaft, his clothes were brand new and clean, which showed that he was not an ordinary servant.

Thorne frowned and looked around.

Sure enough, he found a third body.

The corpse was dressed in animal skin armor and a dark gray tunic, and the ground around it was trampled to pieces, with moss and dead leaves trapping the soil.

It can be seen from this that the arrow in his heart was very unpleasant to him, and he struggled for a long time before he died.

Looking at these corpses, Thorne thought of the outskirts of the Forest of Tranquility, where countless corpses of hobgoblins lay, wolves and wild dogs gnawed at them, vultures and crows pecked at their flesh, and even derived from the negative energy breath Hobgoblin ghoul.

In a daze, thunderous hoofbeats, barbaric shouts, corpses, flames appeared in his mind again...

Thorne melted into the shimmering shadow of the wild forest, and disappeared as silently as a ghost.

Where he disappeared, there was the sound of fighting between a group of gnolls and goblin bears wandering around the corpse.

They were all bellowing at each other demonstratively for a great cause.

For exclusive ownership of the three corpses, there was blood splattered and mane flying.

At dusk, Thorn came to Taran Village.

It's a pity that this small village is empty and dead silent.

Weeds struggled to protrude green grass tips from the path covered with gravel, and vines had already climbed up to the waist of the wooden tower, entangled tightly.

Thorne quickly figured out why.

So he looked past the desolate huts and looked in the direction of the village cemetery.

In the distance, there is an eagle, calmly spreading its wings, soaring high in the sky. In this quiet small village, only it and the rangers on the ground are active.

The weather in the evening was a bit muggy, but the fragrance of the grass made him a little intoxicated.

Thorne came to this fenced cemetery.

Because no one takes care of it, it has long been covered by lush weeds.

To his surprise, there was an extra stone tablet in the cemetery. The base of the stone tablet was quite wide, and at least five or six people could hug each other.

There were many names he could not recognize engraved on the stele, and at the bottom of the stele were many wild flowers that were common in the wilderness, including roses, thorn roses, violets, forget-me-nots, lupines...

Unfortunately, it has long since withered.

Thorne made do with one night in Taran Village, and set off directly at dawn.

Near noon, he came to the ruins of Yuanshan Town.

To his surprise, this silent ruin in the wilderness was under construction and full of noise.

He saw Garrod, the former lord of Far Mountain Town, communicating with a mountain dwarf who was proficient in masonry technology. He also saw Druigst leading a group of spellcasters from Twilight Town to use magic to repair the dilapidated city wall. Strengthen and shape.

Thorn simply greeted a few people he knew well, rejected their invitation, and continued to walk forward.

When he was about to leave this vibrant ruin, two figures, one tall and one short, caught his attention in the corner of the ruins.

Thorne stopped involuntarily and listened with interest.

"It's okay." A mountain dwarf grinned, and patted a pale and ugly human player on the shoulder in a friendly way:

"You snack, come on, help me, this medicine has to be made now. The pills I made according to grandma's prescription can cure any gastrointestinal disease."

The dwarf opened the package as he spoke, and took out a faint green object, as well as a small pottery vessel. The player clutching his belly moved towards it curiously.

"Snacks, you need to know." The dwarf raised his nose proudly and said with a smile: "My deceased grandmother was a priest of Muradin, and the medicine she made is incomparable.

Unfortunately, she believed that the root of most diseases was laziness, and that the best cure for laziness was a stick.For me and my brothers and sisters, my grandmother used this trick as a means of preventing disease, and she liked to beat us up when she had nothing to do. "

"You are so pitiful." The player sympathized, and a sentence appeared in his mind involuntarily: What should I do if the child has a cold and a fever?Most of them are pretending, and it will be fine after a beating.

"Yes." The dwarf took out a pinch of laxatives, rubbed the unpleasant little pills, and said, "My grandmother is a fierce and ugly old woman. You know? Once, she suddenly became kind and gave me a big piece Oiled and sugared bread, I dropped the bread with a trembling hand, only to be beaten up by my grandmother with a pickaxe. That vicious old lady. Then she gave I have a piece of bread, but this time nothing is added."

"My parents never hit me since I was a child, unfortunately..." the player said, his eyes dimmed.

"Okay, nostalgia, so much for nostalgia." The dwarf pinched his nose and interrupted: "Take it, you just need to take this dirty and... swallow this little cure-all pill in one gulp, and then Pull...hehe...then weak for a day and your gastro-intestinal problem is cured.

Remember, the animals and plants in the wilderness cannot be eaten casually.What is not good to eat, you actually go to eat violent snails, damn it, I haven't tasted this stuff yet, and I don't know how it tastes, if it's really delicious... Anyway, I have grandma's little pills in my hand. "

"It stinks... is this really edible?"

"If you think it stinks, use my grandma's method, pinch your nose, then act like a martyr, throw it into your mouth, and swallow it in one gulp."

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In the wilderness, Thorne set off every morning, letting the sun rise behind him, and then kept running towards the last pink sunset at dusk, and took advantage of the last chance before the cold wind blowing at night to stop and camp.

Then he set off again before dawn, wandering alone in the wilderness, walking unhurriedly towards the direction of the town on the waterfall.

It was a silent journey for him, save for the endless whispers of the wind.

At night, one month after the hobgoblin battle ended, his deep black eyes, through the thick darkness, saw the outline of Fallstown and the surging waterfall.

The moon hangs high in the dark blue sky, and there are countless stars above. They are so close to the ground, as if hanging on the treetops, within reach.

Thorne stood on the hillside, looking at the hustle and bustle of a wasteland outside the town.

There were lit bonfires everywhere, and the red light of the torches dotted the night sky, and thick smoke poured into the darkness.

Among the dancing figures, the fire crackled and the light flickered.

Thorn chose the path farthest from the light, hid in the swaying shadows, and walked towards the town.

However, to his dismay, a few high-spirited, drunk, and yelling frantically blocked his only way.

He stopped to make way for these people.

However, someone spotted him, grabbed him by the shoulder, and stuffed him with a small cup. The trembling liquid in the cup shone with a strange luster in the firelight.

Thorne shook his head slightly and refused, then pushed away the drank guy with a bucket of wine in his arms, and walked straight towards the town.

not far from him.

There was a big stage built of fir tree poles, and gorgeous magic shone with dazzling brilliance. People who could dance danced on the stage, and people who couldn't dance were like ducklings just learning to walk, swinging their feet to and fro.

They waved branches with flowers and vines in their hands, and their robes and flowers on their heads swayed in the wind.

It's been a month since the battle with the hobgoblins. These tired people who can't feel joy and sorrow can finally vent their emotions tonight.

Thorne deftly dodges the wobbly crowd, avoiding those who are dancing.

They were all around the fire, holding hands, and shouting loudly, and a drunken guy fell, and many of them fell to the ground, breaking the formation, and then divided into smaller groups.

Suddenly, with keen insight, he found a young man holding a girl and running secretly into the darkness beyond the light of the campfire.

The girl yelled nervously, giggled, struggled in the arms of the young man, writhing and trembling like a freshly caught fish, and finally the two disappeared into the dense bushes.

Thorne turned a blind eye to the reveling crowd and walked directly towards the tower of Upper Falls.

When he arrived in the town, he immediately activated the teleportation amulet in his hand, and disappeared without a trace in place.

After entering the tower, he gently opened the door and walked towards the bed as if nothing had happened.

"I'm back." Anderina looked at the ranger who walked in, without asking anything, but smiled at him and greeted him calmly.

She was wearing a snow-white pajamas, and she was reading a book with a soft pillow behind her back. Her white and slender thighs were crossed together, as if she had just taken a bath, and her long, silky black hair was casually scattered.

Thorne met her gaze with a moving smile, nodded, then took off the cloak and weapon and hung them on the hangers, and walked over.

He sat on the bed and took off his boots, lay directly beside her, and stretched out his hands to wrap his soft body into his arms.

A long-lost warmth, this is the first feeling in his heart.

A smile appeared on the corner of Anderina's mouth, she closed the book, threw it aside, and leaned quietly in Thorn's arms, with her head against her chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, and remained silent.

It was quiet in the bedroom.

"He's been waiting for you to come back." After an unknown amount of time, Anderina raised her head and said softly.

"Wait for me?" Thorn's hand paused.

"Let's go, go and have a look." Anderina got out of his arms.

Afterwards, the two walked towards the No.12 floor of the tower together.

Thorn looked at the floating black figure with a complicated expression. He was gazing in the direction of Winter City, but it was a pity that it had already become a vast ocean.

At this moment, he understood everything.

He knew why they were trapped in this world from which they could never return.

He also knew why the Wizard Tower in Cold Winter City ignored the tragic experience of his compatriots in the wilderness, and he also knew that the disaster in Cold Winter City half a year ago was not an accident at all.

All of this is the result of planning by those so-called 'insighters' to carry out their god-making plan.

The inheritor of the Nine Swords needs a person who has experienced despair and has a firm belief to inherit, so he was "honored" to be chosen by them.

The gnolls attacked Cold Winter City, and the Wizard Tower deliberately showed weakness, just to attract the incarnation of Yeenogu, the king of gnolls with a strong desire for revenge, to come.

In this way, in the future plans, the overlords of the Great Swordscar Mountain Range would not be able to pose a fatal threat to the wilderness territory due to their greatly weakened strength.

The same goes for the hobgoblins of Black Pearl Forest, who were banished to the Forest of Tranquility just to serve as a perfect stepping stone.

This Martha, the lord of winter named Malvisa, did not return to the original world at all, and re-entered the game.

With the help of Kelemvor, the Lord of Death, he retained his memory sealing power and entered reincarnation, reborn as a goblin in the Emerald Field.

As for why the Lord of Death would help the Seeker, there may be some kind of secretly priced deal.

At this moment, Thorne, the last hope hidden in the deepest part of his heart was finally shattered.

He originally thought that Malvisa could return to the original world, so as his strength improved, he would definitely think of a way to go back.

However, it is not.

From the two broken swords deliberately left to him by the skinny old man known as the "Final Ferryer", it can be seen that there is no way to go back.

This news flashed across his heart like lightning, and instantly awakened the most violent and sharpest pain in his hidden heart, just like a wound that had already been scarred was pressed hard by a red-hot branding iron .

Someone once asked him, what is home?
Home is a burden, but also a responsibility. It is a feeling that no matter the ends of the earth, as long as you think about it, you will be involuntarily echoed in your heart by a special kind of beauty.

For Thorne, home is a lamp that never goes out in his heart.

Unfortunately, the light went out.

He really can't go back, never will.

When he learned the truth, his heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible giant hand, and he was ruthlessly pressed into the icy cold deep pool.

In the quiet tower, Anderina looked at Thorn who had finally regained his composure, then glanced at Malvisa's back, and finally swallowed back the words she was about to say, and stood beside him obediently, remained silent.

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise to you." The silence was broken by Malvisa. He didn't turn around, but sighed faintly, left a word, and disappeared into a ray of light without a trace.

Thorne stared at the disappearing back of the other party, and he found that the two broken swords stored in his dimension bag had disappeared.

Soon, he understood the real purpose of waiting for him to come.

"What did He promise you?" Anderina looked away and asked curiously.

"He is the Goblin and the Goddess of Wisdom. Before the decisive battle with the Goblin, he promised me one thing." Thorne, who came back to his senses, sighed slightly, took her hand, and walked towards the place where Malvisa left. go to:
"He promised me that if he succeeds in conferring a god, he will give you the first elector of the priesthood of wisdom."

"Priest of Wisdom? Chosen?" Andrina was taken aback for a moment, looking at Thorne with a calm expression in surprise.

After hearing the news, she didn't know how to express her feelings, and finally gave him a sweet smile full of happiness.

it is more than words.

Thorne looked at that charming smile with a tacit understanding, stretched out his hand to caress her hair, and smiled nonchalantly.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two small crystals on the floor.

So driven by curiosity, he bowed down and picked it up.

These are two jewels the size of tears and shaped like teardrops, crystal clear like winter ice.

Thorne and Anderina glanced at each other, and immediately checked its attributes:
tears of god

Type: Divinity

effect:? ? ?
(Note: According to legend, gods do not shed tears easily, but in extremely rare cases, when a mortal succeeds in conferring a god and is about to leave the mortal world, he will be deeply attached to something Tears of the gods are shed with reluctance. Another legend says that if you look closely at the center of the tears of the gods, you will see the most precious memories that the gods regard in your life.)
Thorne held the teardrop between his thumb and forefinger, and carefully lifted it up to face the crystal magic lamp on the ceiling, and the two of them stared at the flickering image in the center of the gemstone together.

He saw a small house of tens of square meters, a middle-aged woman in a wheelchair, and a cheering girl.Holding a mobile phone, she shared a score beginning with 7 with the woman in the wheelchair.The mother in the wheelchair stood up excitedly, and walked around the room with the girl in her arms.

Another image of teardrops is a small village by the sea. This small village grows at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the invasion of various evil creatures, it becomes a small town, erecting towering towers, surrounded by a solid The city walls eventually turned into a bustling port city.

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Volume two is over.

(End of this chapter)