Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 515 Headache Conversation

"Oh, I'm very sorry." Zombie Vanger looked at Thorne apologetically. Although his voice was hoarse, his words were surprisingly clear:

"To be honest, I don't even know how long it has been since I had such a pleasant chat with someone. Not only the living, but even the dead in the entire town, there is no one who can communicate with me normally. "

"Normal communication?" Thorne looked suspiciously at the zombie sitting opposite, and asked, "Listen to you, besides you, there are other abnormal undead in this town, right?"

"Of course." Wanger nodded, proudly said: "But they are very abnormal, sometimes chaotic, sometimes sober, and sometimes become dull and silly."

"Is that the same for the death knight?" Thorne asked meaningfully.

"That's right." Zombie Vanger leaned comfortably on the chair, and he seemed very patient: "The main duty of this guy is to patrol the entire town and eliminate all intruders.

Although our town is safe, sometimes a few blind guys sneak in through the cracks leading to the Negative Energy Plane, and it's the death knight's job to eliminate them.

As for whether outsiders like you are included in his hunting list, I'm not sure.Maybe you can try to jump in front of him a few times to know, but I still suggest that when you see him, try to avoid him as much as possible, and don't take actions that are beyond your control. "

Thorne nodded perfunctorily, responding to the zombie's words.

"Mr. Ranger, don't think that your crappy "Undead Concealment" can really isolate the senses of all undead creatures. "Vanger seemed to see Thorne's expression of not paying much attention, and immediately reminded him kindly:
"You are very lucky, just caught up with the chaotic time of the death knight. But it is really strange to say, you know? This rigid knight was obviously only a member of the Dawn Knights when he was alive, and he was a pure boy who could pee standing up. Man. But since he transformed into a death knight, like a woman, he has a few days of discomfort every month.

Otherwise, when he returns to normal, believe me, you are no match for him at all.His skeletal steed will appear in front of your eyes in an instant with a loud neighing sound, and then wield his runic broadsword with evil aura to keep you here forever.As for whether you can be like me, I can only tell you with regret: that is impossible. "

"Then why can you retain your own consciousness, normally like a human being. For a zombie, this is indeed a very surprising thing." Thorne kept Fanger's warning in mind, and continued to ask road.

"Actually, I am also very confused about this matter." Zombie Vanger scratched his head in confusion, "Do you know? Death knights cannot be like ordinary zombies like us. As long as there is a corpse, it will generate itself through negative energy. They need to be transformed.

Because of this, they can retain the memories of their own lives, and us ordinary zombies are more like a walking dead.

For us zombies, the only function is to just rush straight to the target, never considering obstacles, tactics and dangerous terrain.

A zombie will rush into a rushing river to pursue a target on the other side of the river, and will climb rock walls against rolling stones and attacks.In order to attack the enemies downstairs, they will jump directly through the opening of the window.It will even rush into roaring hellfire, acidic ponds, and any area full of thorns without hesitation.

Of course, you can also follow simple orders and be able to distinguish friend from foe.However, due to the limitation of its understanding ability, it can only stagger along the directed direction and attack all the enemies along the way, but I am different..."

Seeing that the zombie Vanger started chattering again, Thorne didn't have the heart to interrupt it, but pretended to listen carefully.

"Go on, Mr. Vangel, your story is fascinating."

"Of course I'll go on, it's rare to meet such an interesting audience, and I will never stop when I get to the point. You know, 'If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down' is a very important thing. maddening thing.

Usually when I meet this kind of bard in a tavern, I will ask my bodyguards to carry him away like a chicken, and lock him in a small dark room until the story is told to me.During this period, I will not give him even a drop of wine to moisten his throat, oh no, I will not give him a drop of water. "

Vanger glanced at Thorn complacently, his expression was startled for a moment, then he scratched his head and said in a little confusion: "Aha, sorry, did I digress again, what did we just talk about? Can you give me Wake up?"

"You said that in a starless night, you were about to fall asleep with a girl in your arms." Looking at the somewhat forgetful zombie, Thorne blinked his eyes and reminded:
"Because I am very curious about why the former Dawn Town became what it is today. Mr. Vanger, one of the parties involved, is generously telling his loyal audience the ins and outs of the whole thing."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The zombie showed a look of surprise, then organized his words, and continued: "That night, I was about to fall asleep with the beautiful Rila in my arms, and I was still thinking about what new posture to unlock for her ..."

"..." Seeing the zombie that was off topic again, Thorn rubbed his temples with a headache.

At this moment, he really realized that it was really too difficult to get any key information from the other party.

Because he is an undead creature, he doesn't have to worry about long speeches causing his throat to smoke from thirst.

"Please, don't look at me with such strange eyes, Mr. Ranger." The chattering zombie obviously found Thorne with a strange expression, so he looked at him helplessly, and explained patiently:

"To tell you the truth, I'm a pretty generous merchant, and the cow dung knight would be happy to send his daughter to me. Didn't you see the pretty Rilla I wore when she first came to me?" The torn skirt, her little hands bruised from long-term labor, and her shoulders bent from carrying heavy loads.

do you know?Two weeks after Rilla came to me, she still had the mark of the basket rope on her shoulder and the scar from her cavalier father on her thigh.

And she is here with me, she can stand upright and look up like a princess, she won't hold other heavy objects in her hand except a fan, and she doesn't even need to know where the kitchen is.I made her wear satin wraps, with ornaments from head to toe.

Just open it, and that tin tub fills you with hot water, a limited edition I snapped up from the golden dwarves in the middle of the continent.Can you imagine?Tin copper basin!Even the lord of Dawn Town, oh, let's not mention the poor lord, even the king of Huskan would have a hard time getting one, and even the dwarves would laugh at him for it.

To her, coming to me was like a gift from a fairy tale.Of course, damn it, the only regrettable thing is that virgins are fucking rarer than dragons these days.But, you know, Mr. Ranger, I'm absolutely not forcing any of that. "

"Ahem..." Thorne deliberately coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

The nagging undead obviously misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he would take care of this kind of nonsense of 'robbing women from the people', he said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Vanger, please don't get excited, I didn't mean that..."

"I'm not excited! I'm just stating the facts to you." Zombie Vanger interrupted the ranger's defense, stood up from the chair excitedly, and the roar made the candlelight tremble.

"That's right, you are indeed a generous and wealthy businessman. Well, that beautiful girl called... What Rilla met you, it was simply the happiest thing in her life." Thorne stretched out his hand to signal the opposite zombie to relax And sat on the chair, and then smiled and complimented a few words.

"Of course, except for the smelly and tough paladin, most people in Dawn Town think so. The rest of the people are either jealous of my wealth or my handsome face."

The zombie nodded triumphantly and sat back on the chair, then looked at Thorne a little embarrassedly: "That... where did we just talk?"

"..." Thorn's head hurt a little, but he still reminded him patiently: "You are just about to tell me what happened that night that led to this appearance."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Vanger nodded, and continued: "In a starless night, after a cloud and rain with the beautiful Rilla, I was about to fall asleep, but an accident happened suddenly..."

When it came to the accident, silence fell without warning in the dimly lit room.

The candle flame kept jumping and trembling in the darkness, reflecting a little bit of light in the zombie's pupils, and the wax tears flowed on the candlestick like a small waterfall.

"Did it touch your sadness? Mr. Vanger." After a period of silence, Thorne looked at Vanger who had paused, and said in an apologetic tone:
"Sorry, I didn't mean to force you to ask. If you don't want to say it, then forget it. I can try to change a few simple questions."

"No, I was just thinking about the last time I slept with the beautiful Rila. Unfortunately, not only can I not remember, but I can't even remember the feeling at all." The pensive zombie Vanger asked Ranger explained.

"..."

Thorne gave him a rare roll of the eyes, and motioned for him to continue.

"Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard the screams of the servants outside the door, so I pulled up my trousers and walked out, and I found everyone running like crazy in the corridors, stepping on each other's feet. Feet. I can't remember the feeling at that time, I only know that I seem to be stepping on clouds.

The house is also very cooperative: the door slams shut, the furniture floats in the air, and the fire spirals like a dragon.In the whole town, everyone who could run away ran away, but where could they escape?Not only was everyone panicking and screaming, but my cat called 'Field Marshal' ran away too, the cat..."

"And then? Continue." Realizing that the zombie seemed to be planning to introduce why his cat was called 'Field Marshal', Thorne immediately answered.

"Not only did my 'Field Marshal' run away, but my parrot kicked open the locked cage out of fear. Can you imagine that kind of scene? A parrot broke the metal cage with one kick... ..."

"What about you, what were you doing at that time?" In order to prevent the other party from digressing, Thorn quickly answered another sentence.

"Me?" Zombie Vanger stopped and took a deep breath—even though the undead don't need to breathe, "I didn't run, I just stood in the room alone, yelling, almost crazy, and even held my hand Everything was smashed to pieces."

Vanger fell silent again, and he wiped his nose with his cuff vigorously, "After the madness is over, everyone has become what they are now, the whole sky is dark, only a blood moon hangs in it, I try to tell Everyone said hello, wanted to ask them what the hell happened, but no one answered me...

Until I stopped the road patrolled by the death knight, and he scolded me: Go away, undead!Only then did I realize that I had become an undead creature hated by the world. I didn't know why I retained my consciousness and became so lucid. "

"But...you don't look like an undead at all." Thorne pondered for a moment, looked at Vanger's bluish-white face, and said slowly.

After speaking, he subconsciously looked at the portrait above the fireplace. In the dusty frame, a pair of foggy eyes grew on an arrogant and handsome face, staring at everyone in the room from a height.

"I'm not an undead? Damn it, this sounds so fresh." Zombie Vanger deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. According to Thorne, the tongue was twice the size of a normal person, and it was as bright as blood.

"Then what am I? Strawberry pudding? A flock of wild geese flying south on a miserable November morning? A miller's buxom daughter losing her virginity in the spring? Well, Thorne, may I call you that? You say I Unlike undead, what the hell am I? Tell me quickly, curiosity makes me tremble all over."

Zombie Fanger stretched his legs under the table excitedly, and did not resume his original sitting position until the chair creaked.

"I don't know too well." Thorn shook his head in distress, and continued: "I didn't notice any negative energy on my body except for your terrifying face, so I don't think you should be a cat. Zombie."

"Aha!" Zombie Fanger was even more excited, he slammed the table, splashing dust.

"Today, just today, I don't even know what day it is. A living outsider revealed to me such a great and terrible secret! It's like telling me that I became this It’s nonsense because I haven’t paid off my mortgage. Do you know what a mortgage is? You don’t know..."

"It's not what you imagined." Seeing that the excited zombie was about to digress again, Thorne calmly interrupted his words: "I just think that you became like this definitely not because you were lucky, but because of other things. reason."

(End of this chapter)