Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 479
The woods echoed with the singing of birds chasing each other, and a tall figure walked slowly forward, stepping on the dead branches and leaves on the ground with heavy and vigilant steps.

"Who!"

Thorn, who was hidden among the dense branches and leaves, gave a cold shout, quickly and forcefully pulled the composite longbow in his hand, and a sharp arrow jumping with magical energy was ready to point at the uninvited guest in sight.

The intruder instinctively drew a two-handed greatsword from behind, and the sunlight danced and fluctuated on the dark metal, the blade was sharper than any razor.

"Don't be impulsive, my friend, I am a passing passenger."

A dragon-born warrior in dark armor sensed a fatal crisis hidden in the forest. The fine scales covering his face twisted in fear. He tried his best to stabilize his restless heart and explained slowly.

After the Dragonborn warrior finished speaking, he inserted the two-handed giant sword into the easily accessible ground, and slowly raised his hands.

"Come closer, who knows whose friend you are!" the bard Gilt walked out of the tree where he was hiding and said viciously: "little lizard, come closer, let us take a closer look."

Hearing being called 'little lizard', a nameless anger rose in the dragonborn warrior's heart.

However, in the end, he forcibly endured it.

He subconsciously glanced in the other direction and approached in the direction of the poet.

"Clap!"

Seeing every move of the dragonborn warrior, Thorn, who was hiding in the dark, felt relieved, then put away the bow and arrow in his hand, and jumped off the branch.

"Where did you come here?" Thorne looked at the tense Dragonborn warrior with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Northern Wasteland, Your Excellency." The Dragonborn warrior looked at the other party in surprise, and replied truthfully: "The weather is hot, and I plan to rest here."

"Then it's up to you." Thorn thought for a while, looked at the dragonborn in front of him, and said with a calm expression: "Don't be nervous, the two of us are also passing passengers, not what you imagined, please go."

"I see, thank you for your generosity." The Dragonborn warrior breathed a sigh of relief, beat his chest and bowed slightly to Thorne to express his gratitude.

He thought that these two were militiamen from the small village across the river, but he didn't expect that the other party was like him, and he didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, so he was more at ease.

After all, Dragonborn is not a popular race on the mainland.

After the dragonborn warrior finished speaking, he raised the two-handed giant sword stuck in the ground, put it on his back again, and walked out of the woods.

"Let's go?" Thorne stared at the disappearing figure of the dragonborn, and turned his eyes to Gilt beside him.

Although this dragon-born player from the wilderness of the North successfully aroused his curiosity, he didn't want to have too much entanglement with the other party.

The poet nodded and agreed to the ranger's proposal.

A large group of dragon-born races with terrifying faces suddenly appeared in a small forest. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that something was abnormal. Naturally, they didn't want to be involved in an inexplicable conflict.

The two were about to leave, when among the group of people walking towards them, the leader of the Dragonborn uttered a familiar cry, which made Thorn stop in his tracks and looked over.

"Unless my eyes deceive me." A dragonborn in badly worn silver-white armor exclaimed, "Otherwise you must be Thorne of Fallstown, a half-elven ranger. A guy who looks a lot like him."

"Dragonborn paladin, Peo Joses?" Thorne smiled in surprise, looked at the coming paladin, and joked: "It is indeed a living dragonborn paladin, not even a single scale .”

Hearing the conversation between the two, the dragon descendants present obviously relaxed, and Thorne even heard a lot of people heaving a sigh of relief.

The paladin walked towards the ranger, his full body armor creaking. He originally wanted to give a warm hug, but when he realized that the size of the two was not suitable, he took off a black and white iron gauntlet and asked Thorne Stretch out your hand with strength comparable to iron tongs.

Sensing the force coming from the palm, Thorne smiled indifferently, exerted a little force, and saw the shocked expression on the other side's face, and then took the initiative to let go.

At this time, the paladin standing in front of him could tell from his tone of voice that he had indeed grown a lot compared to his naive personality three years ago.

The only thing that is not sure is whether the opponent's strength has reached the hero level.

Then, he couldn't help but recall Nolan who became the Holy Avenger in his mind.

It's a pity that in the past three years, he has never heard any news about her.

"Hi, Mr. Thorne, nice to meet you." Paladin Peo smiled—but in the eyes of rangers and poets, it looked more like an indifferent dragon face.

Apparently, the facial expressions of the dragonborn race are the most difficult to read.

"Boys, come quickly." Paladin Peo waved to several dragonborn warriors behind him, pointed at Thorn and introduced:
"The one standing in front of you is the tower owner of the Emerald Tower. It was with his help that I was able to find the lost holy city of Dragonborn: Kimbatur City."

Hearing the words, these dragonborn cast their surprised eyes on the seemingly approachable half-elf ranger, greeted them enthusiastically, and introduced themselves.

"If I'm not mistaken." Thorn and the calloused dragon claws stretched out by these dragon descendants with different scales and colors shook one by one, and said with a smile: "You guys Too……"

"That's right!" Paladin Peo smiled heartily, "Mr. Thorne's eyes are as sharp as a blade, and he can easily see through their true identities.

These five people are all our compatriots.There were originally six, but one of them settled down in Silvermoon City and retired.Don't underestimate them, these five people can eat half a cow and drink up a large barrel of wine in one meal, and I can hardly afford to support them. "

"Brass, settle down our clansmen, let them have a good rest, eat something, and replenish their strength." The paladin greeted a dragonborn with brass-colored scales beside him:
"Remember, don't conflict with the villagers on the other side of the river. I want to catch up with my old friends."

Afterwards, Thorne and Gilt followed the paladin Peo to a relatively quiet forest.

The three of them sat on the stone, using a wooden stake as a table, and Peo took out a leather wine jug and a large bag of smoked trout on it, and chatted.

During this period, Peo also left for a trip, because the original residents on the other side of the river saw more than 100 frightening dragon descendants, and were frightened to pack up their belongings and prepare to escape.

The paladin had no choice but to rush over. After he endured two hoes and a sharp arrow with weak penetrating power, he finally proved that he was a paladin of the God of Justice and had no ill intentions towards them. Panicked civilians.

"You are the most famous bard on the Corina Peninsula, Master Gilt?" After hearing Thorne's introduction, the paladin Peo widened his long eyes and looked at him with a slightly excited expression.

In Thorne's view, this was not a well-intentioned agitation.

"That's right!" Gilt, who didn't notice anything wrong, nodded proudly.

He licked the remaining trout meat on his hand, stretched out his hand to straighten the pheasant feathers on the round cap, and said very badly: "Even you have heard of me. However, this is not surprising, after all, my reputation is originally It's big."

"Of course." The paladin Peo took a gulp from the wine jug from the poet, and said bluntly:

"A poet who served the arts, a shining star in the field of ballads and love songs. Although I don't know much about poetry, there are really not many poets who can move from touching lyric to obscenity so smoothly, at least I I've only seen you alone."

"Great and outstanding art can create beautiful and extraordinary things. If there is no art, how boring the world would be. How can these profound theories make you, a tough paladin without artistic cells, understand? Hearing the words, the bard threw away the fishbone in his hand, and retorted without showing any weakness.

"But the song 'Sad Myth' that you wrote in the 'Rose Drunk' hotel in Twin Towers is a blatant insult to the paladin." Pao the paladin put down the leather flagon heavily, turning into a song that Thorne was familiar with before. With a serious expression on his face, he said to the poet:

"The paladins are all trustworthy, they are brave, steadfast and loyal, and even a considerable number of paladins will never marry for life, nor will they be tempted by women.

It's the paladins in your poems who just escorted a king's concubine back home and fell in love straight away...that's absolutely impossible. "

Speaking of the excitement, the paladin Peo stood up directly, his armor creaking.

He stared at Gilt with a pair of long eyes, and even raised his voice involuntarily:
"Now, I, the paladin of the God of Justice, Peo Joses, request that you, a poet in the service of the arts, Master Geert, return immediately to the 'Rose Drunken' Hotel in Twin Towers, and recite the song 'Sadness' Myths' are completely erased and must never be sung."

"..."

Gilt looked up at the paladin dumbfoundedly, holding the hip flask.

He found that Thorne next to him was eating grilled fish leisurely, and frowned and complained that the trout was too salty.

So the poet became more courageous, coughed a few times on purpose, cleared his throat, and retorted with a smile on his face:
"Young man, you are still too young. How can you be so sure that something you have never seen before will never happen? In our town of Stallman in the Emerald Field, there have been miracles of the multiverse like the succubus paladin, paladin Falling in love with a cow like a king and princess... What is this?

In fact, many poems are adapted from real stories, but the real stories are too sad, so I specially modified a lot of content to make it more acceptable.

Moreover, the ending of the paladin is that he successfully guarded his unswerving love and faith with his own sacrifice, and did not fall because of this. Isn't this kind of ending not good?

You have to understand that it is precisely because of the songs I created to promote you paladins that your glorious and righteous image will become known to the world, and will make the world love you even more.

The ruler of the Huskan Kingdom is very understanding. He clearly understands that the ballads we create are not only music and melodies, but also world chronicles. It can make people remember the beautiful side of world history more easily. .

My righteous paladin friend, wouldn't you want to be part of this chronicle?It's okay, I can help you. "

After Gilt finished speaking, he winked at the paladin Peo with a smirk on his face.

"No matter how long you argue, it is an indisputable fact that this ballad of yours has had an impact on the minds of the world." Paladin Peo ignored the poet's expression:
"In Seput City, after hearing your ballad, many ladies are proud of seducing a paladin. They blindly think that seducing a paladin to bed is the only way to show their charm. Best proof."

"Oh? Could it be that you are also affected? Your Excellency the Paladin." The bard Gilt said with a blatant smile.

And looked at Peo with great interest, unscrupulously looking at his lizard-like head, short beak, rough eyebrows, and a crown composed of horn-like thin scales.

His small pale green eyes seemed to say: there really isn't a lady who would fall in love with a dragonborn paladin, is there?No way?No way?
The paladin's silence seemed to be validating the poet's guess.

"Aha! It's okay, my friend." Gilt's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "After you reminded me, I thought of another ballad about a paladin.

The ballad tells of a depraved dame who tried everything to lure a paladin into her bed, even making love on a rock or on a hedgehog.However, our glorious and righteous paladins...."

"Okay, stop it." Thorne patted Gilt's shoulder with the water bag in his hand, forcibly stopping his endless inspiration.

Taking the opportunity to shift to the topic he was most concerned about, he looked up at the paladin and asked, "Where are you going with so many people?"

"To tell you the truth, the northern wilderness is too messy now." The paladin Peo gave Gilt a hard look, sat down on the rock again, looked north and said:
"Since the Battle of the Conferred Gods three years ago, the priesthood of the guardian god of the hobgoblins was robbed, and the hobgoblins who could compete with the orcs in the northern wasteland have been directly suppressed, and the delicate balance of the northern land has also been broken."

"You mean that the northern wilderness has now become the dominant family of orcs." Thorne confirmed to the paladin after taking a sip of water.

Gruumsh, the main god of the orcs, and Magrubie, the main god of the hobgoblins, are deadly rivals, and their people are naturally eternal enemies.

In fact, what Peo said was very clear in his heart.

After all, there are many players and original residents from the northern wilderness in Pushang Town, and you can get a general idea of ​​the situation there just by asking around.

If you want to know more about it, you can only inquire from those who have just returned from the Northland.

"Although it's not that exaggerated, judging from the situation, it should be a matter of time." The paladin wrinkled the fine scales on his forehead and thought for a moment:
"After all, the loose alliance of original residents in the North not only faces the threat of the orcs, but also defends against internal hostile forces and cultists. It is impossible to fight against the enemy in unison."

After Paio finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and continued: "So, I took these people all the way through the mountains and rivers, crossed the Sea of ​​​​Neverwinter by boat, and came to the Corina Peninsula, just to find a place to live in the Emerald Field."

"It's no problem." Upon hearing this, Thorn put away the water bag, stretched out his right hand to him, and said cheerfully, "On behalf of everyone in Waterfall Town, you are welcome to join."

"Thank you Mr. Thorn for taking him in." The paladin Peo solemnly shook Thorn's hand, stood up and bowed deeply to him.

"Then after you have settled these tribesmen, do you still want to go to the northern wilderness?" Thorn continued to ask.

"That's right, I have one more important thing to do. I have to go to the extreme cold place in the northernmost part of the wasteland." The paladin said truthfully.

"It's about the death knight?" Thorne guessed subconsciously.

The two parted from Shuangta Town, and the other party once threatened: the death knight who was taken away by Winster must be purified, so that his soul will have a chance to redeem himself.

To his surprise, this matter has always been on his mind, and it has become an obsession of his.

This is not good news.

As a paladin, the most feared thing is obsession.

Especially those young paladins, who are easily corrupted by this.

"Obsession" is a very elegant word: earnestness, persistence, seriousness, acknowledgment of death, and obsession. From the perspective of behavioral pathology, it is called obsessive-compulsive disorder.It is a person's attitude in doing things, and a person's philosophy in doing things. From this level, there is no problem.

But for the most determined paladin, this kind of unshakable thought caused by persistence will turn into a corrupt paladin because of a serious heart attack.

Similarly, if he really completes this obsession, the paladin level will be greatly improved.

In short, this is a double-edged sword.

But Thorne was not optimistic about him. After all, the death knight who was taken away by the astral clairvoyant Winster might not be as simple as he imagined.

Moreover, the other party seemed to value the death knight extremely, so how could it be possible for him to purify it in vain.

When Gilt heard Thorne mention the death knight, he also leaned over curiously, and asked, "Is it the leader of the terrifying knights who appeared in Dawn Town?"

Thorne and the paladin nodded simultaneously, casting surprised glances at the poet.

"I am a poet, and my biggest hobby is collecting stories. In the love story between the elves and the witches, this death knight also appeared." Gilt patted the harp in his arms and said with a smile.

"Why don't you do this." Thorne didn't bother to pay attention to Gilt's stinky expression, looked at the paladin, and explained his intention:
"I'm going to Deep Rock City first. Wait for me in Seput City after you have settled these tribesmen. I want you to take me to the Temple of Tyr and ask them to do one thing for me. At that time, Let's go to the Northland together, what do you think?"

"No problem!" Paladin Peo agreed without hesitation.

Afterwards, Thorne and the paladin exchanged the meeting place and tokens, and then set off towards Twin Towers Town with the bard.

All the way was uneventful, until the afterglow of the sunset completely disappeared to the Huangkuan Mountains, and the two finally arrived at Shuangta Town.

"Okay, let's part here. I still have my own things to do, so I won't trouble you." On the street, the bard Geert explained to Thorne, humming an obscene little tune and leaving. go.

Thorne frowned and stared at the other person's leaving figure. He found that Gilt seemed to be walking in the direction of 'The Drunk of Roses'.

However, when he saw a few sneaky figures, he immediately hid in the crowd and followed them silently.

(End of this chapter)