Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 57 The Song of Farewell (two chapters in one)
"Victory?"

When the last Gnoll skeleton was knocked over and fell to the ground, before getting up for a long time, the warrior holding the long sword murmured in disbelief:
"We won! We killed all the jackals!"

There was a burst of cheers.

Finally, cheers spread throughout the ruins of Talan Village.

But the cheers only lasted for a moment before they were mercilessly interrupted by a mournful cry.

A warrior player with a broken arm, resisting the pain of bleeding from the severed arm, kept screaming and shouting someone's name in a choked voice.

Then, with his only remaining arm, he crawled among a pile of blood-red human-shaped skeletons that fell apart and kept searching.

However, the flesh and blood of these skeletons have been stripped away by the negative energy breath, and the original appearance cannot be recognized at all.

The cheers of victory were quickly permeated by the tragic atmosphere...

More and more cries sounded, and everyone's faces were full of sadness, because they had lost too many companions and relatives.

Some people were lying on the ground crying, and some could not be saved.

A rogue suppressed his sorrow, squeezed out a sliver of laughter from the past, and kept comforting his warrior companion, who had a large sunken chest in his arms and kept spitting blood from his mouth, and tremblingly raised the long sword in his hand to send him to death. embrace.

If you don't give him a good time, with the physique of a warrior, he will even cry for a whole day before dying in endless pain.

Although they are all the lucky ones who survived the life and death struggle in Yuanshan Town, their hearts are still so fragile when facing the loss of their former relatives and companions.

In the dense night, the bright moonlight sprinkled the earth.

Survivors are busy treating the wounded and arranging the remains of their companions with sadness.

"I've searched all over, and there's only this handful of hair."

A ranger player dressed in black appeared from the depths of the dense forest. He held a handful of withered long yellow hair in his hand and handed it to Gerst, holding back the tears that swirled in his eyes.

Gerst's trembling right hand gently took over a handful of long hair from the ranger's hand, and his wrinkled face was twisted with sorrow.

The ranger player sighed heavily, and left gently, recalling the shocking blood in the depths, his heart trembled slightly.

At this time, Thorne and Andelina appeared in Taran Village.

Thorn took a look and found a player who was holding a dead body and crying heartbreakingly, like the howling of a lone wolf in the wilderness.

The desolation is mixed with helplessness, unwillingness, anger and despair...

There was even a player who pulled out his weapon like crazy, and slashed at a still intact wolf man corpse, blood and flesh spattered.

No one is going to stop him.

……

Ugh!
Thorne shook his head helplessly.

This world is so cruel, he has seen too many life and death partings, and he is a little numb.

Thorne glanced at his right arm. Due to the wound on his shoulder, his entire arm was almost soaked in blood, and his face was frighteningly pale due to excessive blood loss.

Enduring the pain from his wound, he said to Anderina who was in deep thought, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

Andelina came back to her senses, and led Thorn towards her tent.

The inside of the camping tent looks very simple, only a piece of soft woolen cloth is laid on the ground, but it looks very comfortable.

The only decoration in the empty tent was a bowl-sized incense burner with half of the incense burnt on it.

Thorne sniffed it lightly, and immediately smelled a faint fragrance, which made people feel clear-headed. This should be an aid for wizards to meditate or memorize spells.

"Are there any candles?"

Thorne felt a little uncomfortable half-bending, so he sat on the ground next to the blanket.

The main purpose of his coming here is to facilitate the treatment of his injuries. The wound on the shoulder can be solved by suturing. The only more troublesome part is the chest part that is eroded by the negative energy breath.

Among the players in Yuanshan Town, there is no such noble profession as a priest. Thorne can only use the second method to cut off all the black meat gathered on his chest.

He couldn't wait any longer, he already felt that the erosion of negative energy was accelerating at an undetectable speed, and he had to deal with it as soon as possible.

Andrina nodded, then took out a candle, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, a ball of flame appeared on the candle.

Immediately afterwards, she pointed to the half stick of incense on the censer, and a refreshing fragrance immediately permeated the small tent.

Thorne glanced at the candle in front of him, and immediately took out a medical kit from the dimensional bag.

There is nothing special inside, just bandages, ointments, disinfectant, splints and other equipment for treating injuries.

The "Medical Dressing" skill is an essential skill for players to survive in the wilderness, and almost everyone knows it.

Thorne took out a bent silver needle and a silk thread from the leather bag, and then treated it with disinfectant water to prevent the wound from worsening after infection.

Then Thorne put the silver needle on the candle and baked it, and threaded the silk thread onto the silver needle.

Then she looked at Anderina, who was sitting on the carpet with her hands crossed and her legs in a daze, and said:
"Why don't you go out first?"

Although it was unreasonable to drive the master out in someone else's territory, Thorne couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't it convenient? I can't bear to see the miserable scene outside." Anderina didn't move, but hesitated and asked Thorn.

"Forget it, I'm just afraid to scare you." Thorne heard the words and understood what the other party meant.

The players in Yuanshan Town are still cleaning the battlefield and collecting the corpses of their dead companions. This kind of scene, a slightly normal person, will feel a little uncomfortable seeing it.

So he directly tore off the clothes on his shoulders, endured the pain, cleaned the open wound with disinfectant, and began to sew it up.

"Zi!"

The silver needle pierced into the flesh, and the pain of passing through the suture made Thorne gasp, but he still gnashed his teeth and sewed up bit by bit with one hand.

The only thing that made him fortunate was that after his two-weapon combat expertise reached the proficient level, his left hand, which was not used to it, was much more flexible than before when suturing wounds.

It shows that the usefulness of these specialties is not only used in combat, but can also be used in many daily life.

When Thorne sewed up the wound, his whole body was already drenched in cold sweat.

Then Thorn picked up the water bag on his waist and took a sip of cold water, which made him feel better.

"Would you like to drink some wine, so that you can relieve the pain." Andrina looked at Thorn's painful expression and couldn't help but said.

"No need." Thorne shook his head after receiving the sterilized suture tools into the medical kit.

Alcohol can indeed have a paralyzing effect and relieve pain, but he has no habit of drinking, mainly because he is afraid that it will affect his ability to respond in battle.

After the stitched wound on his shoulder was finished, Thorne took off the quiver and composite longbow on his back and placed them on the ground.

Then he unbuttoned the black clothes on his body, and his slightly thin chest was directly displayed.

Anderina just looked up and saw Thorn's bare chest. She would subconsciously avoid it, but was attracted by the two shocking scars on Thorn's body.

The first is a nearly 4-inch long scar on the abdomen, which looks like a ferocious centipede, which is very penetrating, and then the left shoulder is slightly lower. From the perspective of the healed scar, it looks like a blood hole pierced by a sharp knife.

"How did you get these two scars, can you tell me?" Anderina was stunned, and couldn't help asking curiously.

"The knife wound on the abdomen was slashed out by the jackal's scimitar. Damn the jackal, even the appendicitis operation was saved for me.

On the left shoulder was the lizard man's javelin, which was pierced through. The javelin with its strong piercing power did not dare to be attached to the full body armor, so it was directly nailed to the wall. "

While arranging the items in the medical bag, Thorne said casually, his expression seemed to be talking about something very inconspicuous.

"Fortunately, there is a temple of Melika in Waterfall Town, where there are professional priests, who use magic to hold their breath, and thus save their lives."

"Are all players in the wilderness able to survive like this?" Anderina said softly, looking away.

"Those who didn't make it through died. Few people can remember them. Just like the people outside, after a short period of sadness, the next battle will be greeted."

Thorne pointed to the cries that still persisted outside the tent, paused and continued:
"This is a world of natural selection and the survival of the fittest. In our world, in that peaceful age, if you have strong personal abilities and work hard, you may be able to live well.

But here, players who compete with various intelligent races for living space in this wilderness, no matter how strong your personal ability is, if you don't have the corresponding strength, you are still in danger. If you want to use your ability, you may not have a chance.

What's more, those who are incapable and unwilling to work hard in peaceful times, here, you still want to become a hero, become a master, become a powerful legendary professional, do you think it is possible?

With the strength of our players, how can we compare with these original residents? Don't forget, this is a high-magic world, and the various races here have at least tens of thousands of years of civilization. Even if we are given the so-called Golden Finger, How many people can really make good use of it?

There are many people born with extraordinary attributes, with various powerful specialties and special abilities, but after a year, few of them really survived.

Many players recruited a large number of people without realizing the reality. They didn't know how to grow steadily, and they were ready to do a big business in the emerald field and build a royal paradise of their own.

But a year has passed, and those remaining forces, who dare to say that they are the real masters of that land, are not afraid of any forces, they can only pray that those cruel humanoids will have enough food for the winter this year. "

Thorn didn't know why he suddenly uttered so many words, maybe it was because he was used to seeing such tragic scenes tonight, so he expressed his feelings.

After saying these words, it seems that the heavy heart feels a lot lighter.

After speaking, he took out a dagger that was usually used to sharpen arrow shafts, wiped it with disinfectant, and started to bake it on the candle.

After hearing Thorne's words, Andelina recalled her life in Winter City, which was almost salty. There was no accident, and she might be able to spend her life in peace, but an accident changed her. direction of life.

Then he buried his head in his knees and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Thorne looked at the dagger in his hand, and at the flesh and blood on his chest that had been eroded by negative energy.

After such a long time, the power of the evil magic on his chest has not subsided. If this vicious magic doesn't cut off the black flesh, his whole body will be gradually eroded by negative energy, and it will be even more troublesome at that time.

So he hesitated for a while, and finally took off a piece of cloth from his clothes, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it, then clenched the dagger with his trembling left hand and scraped it towards the flesh and blood on his chest.

Suppressed howls of pain...

Thorne's right hand almost grabbed the ground out of a fist-sized hole.

As little bits of black flesh and blood were scraped off by the sharp dagger, his whole body was trembling, and beads of bean-sized sweat kept overflowing from his forehead like rain.

Blood mixed with sweat quickly soaked the ground.

Anderina looked at the bloody scene in front of her eyes, and Thorne's facial muscles twitched and distorted due to his strong suppression.

She hesitated for a moment, finally gritted her teeth and leaned towards Thorne, took out a towel and gently wiped the sweat from Thorne's forehead.

Call ~
Thorne spat out the piece of cloth that was stuck in his mouth, and looked at the wound on his chest that was scraped deep enough by the sharp knife to see the bone.

With trembling hands, he picked up the potion for treating serious injuries that he had prepared long ago from the ground, unscrewed the cork with some difficulty, and then poured all of it into his mouth.

When the healing medicine flowed into his body, Thorn immediately felt a huge life energy being stimulated from all over his body, and then crazily gathered towards the wounds on his chest and shoulders.

What followed was that his whole body seemed to be evacuated, and a sense of powerlessness emerged, causing Thorn's eyes to suddenly go dark, and he passed out directly before he had time to react.

Andelina exclaimed, a little at a loss, but when she saw Thorn's slightly heaving chest and the two wounds were healing at a visible speed, she was relieved a lot.

The main function of the medicine for treating serious injuries is to greatly stimulate the body's own recovery potential and treat injuries, but the more serious the injury, the easier it is for people to collapse or even go into a coma.

……

The gloomy sky was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. The melee of swords, lights and swords had long since ended. Soldiers in armor fell to death in a pool of blood.

There was still a dying person struggling to crawl among the stumped limbs and broken arms. A bloody head slowly lifted up. His blood-red eyes were wide open, and there was a glimmer of excitement in the bottom of his dying eyes.

He cast his last glance at the distant sky, but saw that under the sky billowing with gunpowder smoke, the dilapidated flag still fluttered high and towered into the depths of the sky. With a mournful cry, he slowly closed his eyes.

what! ! !
The sleeping Thorn opened his eyes suddenly, and let out a shrill roar from his dry throat.

Then he stared blankly, quickly covered up the sadness in the corner of his eyes, and quickly stabilized his emotions.

Looking intently at the surrounding environment, he was lying on the blanket in the tent, covered by a furry fox fur coat.

When he looked carefully again, he happened to meet Anderina's gaze.

Thorne thought for a while, and didn't know what to say, so he glanced at her apologetically, then looked away, and immediately got up.

Then he took out a clean piece of clothing from the dimensional bag and put it on, put on the cloak, put the hood behind him on his head, and put the composite longbow and quiver on the ground next to his back again.

Thorne glanced at the incense burner on the ground again, and it was about to burn out, so he roughly guessed how long he had been in a coma.

The blood of the elf race can save him from deep sleep every day, and he can recover his energy only by meditating or practicing Qi refining for about four hours.

In order to prevent nightmares, he had never slept like this, and although it was only an hour at most, it was a painful memory for him.

So without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the tent.

"Although your injuries have healed, but your physical strength is quite exhausted, why don't you just rest here for one night."

Anderina looked at Thorne who was silent, holding his reddish left wrist with his right hand, and said hesitantly.

"No, thank you." Thorn turned around and forced a far-fetched smile at Andelina.

"Actually, it will be very uncomfortable to hold many things in your heart for too long. Can I be your confidant?" After Andrina finished speaking, she put her left hand behind her back and walked slowly to Thorn and stretched out her right hand.

Thorn turned around and glanced at her, and finally said lightly: "People's hearts are very fragile, and they are the safest only if they are tightly wrapped up. Thank you very much! Beautiful Ms. Anderina!"

After Thorn finished speaking, he stroked his chest with his right hand to express his gratitude to Anderina with a slight bow.

Then he turned and walked out.

Anderina stared at Thorn's leaving back, remembering the fragile side of this seemingly strong ranger after falling asleep, and sighed helplessly.

The moonlight is like water, and the stars are twinkling.

Thorn's lonely figure leaned silently in a corner of a certain ruin, and the hazy figure gradually disappeared with the night.

The corpses of all the dead players in Talan Village were placed on a pile of dry firewood, ready for cremation and joint burial.

Cremation is the ultimate belonging of all dead players in the wilderness, because burial will only attract scavengers and undead desecration in the wilderness.

Accompanied by the raging fire, the ruins of this dilapidated Talan village and all the resolute faces with a hint of confusion in their sorrow were reflected red.

Toril Era, Far Mountain Calendar, Year of Struggling to Survive, Moon of Rotten Leaves, 11th.

The 73 brave fighters in Yuanshan Town, the fighters of destiny, successfully smashed the hunting ceremony of Mara believers. May your souls rest in peace.

It's not just who is leading the way, a slightly desolate song slowly sounded:

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and sky.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the setting sun goes beyond the mountains.

The ends of the sky, the corners of the earth, knowing friends are scattered.

A glass of turbid wine to make the rest of the fun, don't dream of cold tonight.

……

　Thanks to book friends: White Hunter の Moon,

　　Xiao Yu, tce's tip! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)