Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 504 Little Banshee

"Why don't you go back?" Thorne looked at Kefla, the elf banshee who was standing beside her and refused to leave, and found that when the little girl noticed his gaze, she even hid a bit guilty.

After thinking for a while, he guessed the little thought in Kefla's heart, which made him feel a little headache.

"It's so boring to stay in the tower all day. I finally found a chance to come out. I also want to go to Shuangta Town for a while."

The elf banshee wrapped her slender fingers around a strand of silver-white hair on her chest, peeked at Thorne, and whispered in an inaudible voice.

"No!" Thorne showed an unexpected expression when he heard the words, and then deliberately put on a straight face, forcibly rejecting her seemingly insignificant request.

"Why?" The elf banshee raised her head, looked directly at Thorne with her pale red eyes, stomped her feet in annoyance, and then looked at him helplessly, with an aggrieved look, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

This very humanized appearance made it hard to think of her true identity, which was actually the kind of undead creature who hated any living creature because of her own death: the banshee.

Today, although Kefla's identity is still an undead banshee with a high affinity for necromantic spells, if she is seriously pursued, she is more like a magical creature.

Thinking of this, Thorne had to sigh secretly, it was all due to Malvisa.

It was He who used the energy of the element pool to hold a magical ceremony for Kefla that could wash away the evil breath, which made her feel like a new life.

Otherwise, this little banshee is likely to be corrupted by evil energy due to the nature of an undead creature, gradually lose her original will, and eventually become a real evil banshee.

Having been together for so many years, Thorne has long been immune to her tried and tested tricks on Anderina, and directly showed a look of indifference, telling her not to think about it.

Then he made an excuse casually, and said perfunctorily: "The outside world is too dangerous, I can't let you go out to play casually, you should stay in the tower obediently."

"What's the danger? Don't forget. I'm the most powerful necromancer in the wizard's tower. How could anyone threaten me?"

The elf banshee was a little unhappy, she put away her aggrieved look, and retorted to Thorne unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, the little master Kefla is so strong, she will definitely not be in danger. Besides, there is Ben...and I am by her side, so you can rest assured that there is no possibility of any accidents."

The little devil standing on his shoulders patted his thin chest with his little paws, while making a high-pitched voice.

Thorne deliberately gave the little devil a cold look.

Seeing that the other party shrank his eyes in fright, wrapping himself into a dark red meat ball with his wings like a tortoise, he took it back.

For the little devil, a familiar from Bator Hell.In the entire Emerald Field, Thorne thought that no one knew it better than he did.

Although the little devil familiar is often summoned to the main material world, serving as the caster's attendant, or acting as a consultant, spy, etc. to play various roles.But don't ignore the true identity of these little guys because of this.

As devils from Baator Hell, they often show extraordinary loyalty when they serve as familiars.

Also intentionally or unintentionally, he will imply that his master is doing evil things, in order to finally take this mortal soul as his own reward and take it as his own.

Even when the owner is threatened, it will show considerable danger.

Therefore, for Anderina's little pet, he couldn't say how much he liked it, so naturally he didn't like it very much.

Although he didn't have a good impression of this little guy, he still listened to what he said just now. Thorne thought for a while, and asked in a gentle tone:
"You go out to play alone, can you bear your sister to stay in the tower alone? I will go out for a long time, and you will be left alone in the tower by her side. If you are free, spend more time with her, or spend more time with her." Learn some spells, don't just think about sneaking out to play all day long."

In fact, he had discovered many times before that the elf banshee and the imp had slipped out of Fallstown to play together, but that was the Emerald Field, and nothing could threaten her safety, but it was different here.

This place belongs to the Barren Skull Mountain Range, the territory of Huskan Kingdom.

Let her show up here with the little devil, maybe she will meet some priests who can detect her true identity or be suddenly targeted by a cultist.

That's the main reason why he didn't agree with Kefla going out.

If something happened to this little banshee, Anderina would not even have anyone to talk to.

"I think so too, but since you left, my sister went to retreat directly, and told me that she was studying a very important subject, so don't bother her if you have nothing to do."

Hearing Thorn mention Andrina, the elf banshee frowned beautifully, her fingers wrapped around her hair, and she looked distressed.

Hearing what the little banshee said, Thorne sighed slightly and understood the reason.

He was silent for a while, then looked at Kefla who was staring down at her toes, calmed down, and said:
"That's fine, but if you want to stay with me, you can only move within the area of ​​Shuangta Town. When I leave, you have to go back right away, okay?"

Now, Mara's hunters have been cleaned up by them, and what they need to do now is to go to the cave deep in the valley to find what the sorceress Cecil threatened Winster to leave for her.

Because he had gone through a big battle, not to mention others, he also consumed most of his physical strength in the fierce battle just now.

Thorne felt that it was best to rest here for the night, and the time to go to the cave deep in the valley could only be chosen in the early morning of the next day.

After finishing speaking, he ignored the little banshee, and immediately turned and walked in the direction of paladin Avar.

"I see." Seeing Thorne's easy agreement, the little banshee showed a happy smile, excitedly followed his footsteps, held one arm with both hands, and responded happily.

"At that time, I will let Ta Ling monitor you. If you don't go back, I'm sorry, Ta Ling will send you back forcibly." Thorn withdrew his arm, still with a straight face, expressionless. .

"Oh..." Kevlar, who was half happy, immediately became listless, and followed Thorne obediently.

Thorne didn't bother to pay attention to her appearance like a frost-beaten eggplant, and went straight to the paladin, greeted him briefly, and then asked him to heal the wound on his back.

In this battle, in addition to being wounded by a vampire's weapon, he was also shot by an arrow from an orc with a strong bow.

Fortunately, he has experienced the baptism of dragon's blood twice, making his natural armor comparable to the strength of ordinary chain armor.

And when he realized that the enemy's attack could not be dodged, he promptly activated the stone dragon faction's defensive skill "Stone Forged Body".

Otherwise, when he encounters a vampire, even if he won't be killed by one blow, he will be seriously injured.

In the face of the orc's strong bow shooting, even the whole body will be pierced.

Facing the ranger who helped him kill the Mara hunter, the paladin Avar readily agreed, helped Thorn pull out the arrow on his back, treated the wound, and then performed healing magic to heal the wound.

"Thank you." Feeling that the injury had recovered, Thorne felt a lot more relaxed. He shrugged, moved his body, and thanked the serious-looking paladin.

On the other hand, the little banshee Kefla, who came over, tightened her expression when she saw the paladin, as if a mouse saw a cat, and hid behind him in fear.

Apparently, the holy energy of the paladin made her feel very uncomfortable.

"It's okay, it's easy to do, you're welcome." Paladin Avar gave a rare smile.

After speaking, his eyes suddenly noticed the little banshee hiding behind Thorne.

When he looked at the little devil on Kefla's shoulders that had already curled up into a ball of dark red flesh, he couldn't help frowning again.

As a paladin, especially the paladin of Torm, the god of truth, they are more fierce against all kinds of evil creatures than any other paladins of good gods.

This paladin, who has an extremely keen sense of evil, detected a trace of an extremely uncomfortable aura in the little banshee.

He instinctively wanted to cast a detect evil spell to detect the opponent's true identity, but he thought about the inappropriateness of this behavior, and finally endured it.

"Who is this?" However, the paladin Avar still chose to ask.

He has long heard that the territory of the Emerald Fields is inhabited by many evil races for good, the most obvious of which is the goblin race that has escaped the control of hobgoblins and bear goblins.

If you were walking in a small town in the Emerald Field, it would not be strange to see goblins and kobolds shoulder to shoulder, trolls and orcs drinking at the same table, ogres and halflings bragging together.

He even heard someone mention something that shocked the entire Temple of Tom.

The matter was that a succubus paladin unexpectedly appeared in Stallman Town, which was inhabited entirely by tiefling race.

In the battle just now, the paladin witnessed the assistance from tauren, orcs, and mind flayers, which made him involuntarily have a strong curiosity about these wilderness territories.

If you have time, you must go to the various territories of the Emerald Field in person. Such a strange thought involuntarily arose in the heart of the paladin Avar.

"Can't you still not see her true identity?" Thorne was taken aback when he heard the paladin's initiative to ask, and then asked curiously.

He originally thought that this paladin whose strength had reached the fourth level of the Paradigm Way could easily determine the identity of the little banshee even without deliberately observing.

Who would have thought that when Kefla stood next to the paladin, the other party only felt something was wrong, and did not notice anything.

It can be seen from this that the little banshee, who is an undead creature, has really been completely reborn following that ceremony.

"Is there anything strange about this?" Avar looked at the ranger in front of him in confusion, and from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that there was a trace of fear in the eyes of this pretty elf looking at him.

This made him even more curious about the other party's identity.

Thorn reached out and stroked the little banshee's hair, smiled and signaled her not to worry, saw her gradually relax, then pointed at her, and introduced to the paladin: "She is my... sister, named Kaifu La, it's a banshee."

He actually doesn't like creatures like 'sister' very much, but the words have been mentioned here, and he doesn't know what to call the relationship between the two, so he can only bite the bullet and say it.

"Sister? Banshee?" Paladin Avar's serious expression became a little restless.

He stared at the little banshee hiding behind Thorne, trying to find even a trace of something related to the banshee.

It's a pity, except for the pair of eyes that radiate a reddish blood in the sun, there is no obvious feature that is the same as the banshee.

Feeling Kefla's shoulders trembling slightly again due to nervousness, the little devil poked out its head with two short horns from its wings.

This clever little guy first took a look at Thorne's face, then summoned up his courage, and yelled at the paladin with a shrill voice:
"What are you looking at, as a paladin, don't you know how rude it is to stare at a girl so unscrupulously?"

"I'm very sorry, I'm sorry, Miss Kefla. I didn't expect such a beautiful girl to be a banshee."

General Avar, the paladin, had a look of obvious embarrassment, and the serious impression he had when we first met instantly collapsed.

Even Thorn, who was at the side, didn't expect that this paladin had such an interesting side.

"Look at you, such a beautiful and charming little master. In your eyes, you just look good. You really don't have any vision at all. You can tell that you are a straight man of steel."

The little devil saw that the other party was taking the initiative to give in. Not only did Thorn not stop him, but he also had a smile on his face. Immediately, he went ahead and blinked his eyes at the paladin, and said mockingly with a smile:

"Looking at your pure-hearted appearance, I'm afraid you are still a young chicken?"

"Puchi!" Hearing the last sentence, the nervous little banshee couldn't help laughing.

Thorne, who was a little restless, gave the little devil a hard look.

The little guy seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, and immediately shut up obediently, shrunk into a ball of meat again, and hung it on Kevlar's shoulder with the claws on his calf.

Being taunted by the little devil, the paladin Aval not only didn't get angry, but instead looked contemplative, and finally couldn't help but asked Thorn: "Your Excellency Thorn, what do you mean by chicken?"

"..." Thorne stretched out his hand to rub his forehead with a headache, shrugged his shoulders and smiled helplessly; "I don't know too well, it should be the slang word of Bator Hell."

"Really?" The paladin frowned, and nodded half-understanding.

Thorne knew that the little banshee was very repulsed by the aura of the paladin, so he briefly talked to the other party about the next matter, and took her away with an excuse.

Seeing him leave, General Avar went straight to a group of silver dragon guards who just rushed over.

The paladin explained a few words to his subordinates, asking them to leave first with the wounded and corpses.

And he plans to spend the night in the valley, and tomorrow he will go to the cave deep in the valley with Thorne, preparing to completely eliminate the source of the negative energy.

Just as everyone was busy with their respective affairs in an orderly manner, an ugly, shriveled old woman opened her cold black eyes in a certain beast cave in the Wild Skull Mountain Range.

She was wearing a furry pure black wolfskin robe, and she didn't care about the stench emanating from the cave at all. She slowly got up and came to the cave entrance, looking towards the valley where Thorn and the others were, and whispered hoarsely:

"Stupid lion hunter, I knew this matter was not that simple. Fortunately, I didn't make a move. It seems that regarding Winster's inheritance, we can only have a long-term plan."

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(End of this chapter)