Half-elf Ranger

“Is this dead?” The paladin Avar looked in disbelief at the pile of corpses mixed with ice slag, reflecting a strange light in the sun, and couldn’t help but whisper to himself.

A hunter who was helpless to him was so lightly killed by four professionals who were only Tier 3 at most, and the enemy didn’t even have a chance to resist.

After reconfirming that the enemy was really dead, Ava let out a long sigh and put the sacred fine gold broadsword in his scabbard into the scabbard. He took off the steel mask that was slightly deformed by the fierce lion’s bite, and tightened it. His expression gradually relaxed.

Then, he looked at the few people who suddenly appeared in the valley with interest.

As the gaze of the paladin Avar kept wandering between these people, his often calm and calm expression suddenly became a little restless.

Not to mention the tauren and orcs, the evil creatures that make the world talk about on the mainland.

Because he had long known that such a group of orcs indeed lived in Horn Town in the Emerald Fields.

After all, in the battle of conferring gods that spread all over the world three years ago, he also heard people mention that a small number of orcs and tauren also joined the war with the gnomes.

And he also knew that the orcs in Horn Town were extremely different from the evil orcs in the Northland wilderness.

What the paladin saw in their behavior was not evil bloodthirsty and madness, but a wisdom that he himself could not explain.

Yes, it is wisdom!

This kind of wisdom is not possessed by the commoners in the Hescan Kingdom, like some kind of inheritance.

Compared with the numbness to life of most of the lowest civilians, they are more like a group of orcs with extremely rich knowledge and experience.

If you put aside their identities, these so-called simple-minded, well-developed orcs from Horn Town are even better than some minor nobles to some extent.

As for the tauren race, he knew better.

It was because it was too clear that it made him even more confused.

Not long ago, something happened about the Broken Horn Tauren clan.

The story has reached the ears of most residents across the peninsula.

That is, under the leadership of the leader, this group of evil races born from demonic rituals burned forests to open up wasteland on the land of the Emerald Wilderness.

However, this is not the most shocking.

What is even more incredible is that due to the actions of the tauren to build their homes, a woodland on the edge of the Serenity Forest was severely damaged, and it was no surprise that the Druids of the Emerald Garden were attracted in the end.

Just when most people who watched the fun in secret thought that the natural wrath of the Druids would definitely come to this group of tauren tribes with incredible behavior, another jaw-dropping thing happened. .

The priest in the Church of the Mother Earth Goddess in Waterfall Town actually took the initiative to save this group of tauren who were about to be wiped out.

The reason for this is that they are all children of the earth goddess Chantia, and they have dedicated their faith to this great earth goddess.

A group of evil tauren who were born in the Underdark and born from demonic rituals believed in the oldest goddess, the Earth Goddess. The incident spread like a storm across the peninsula and became known to the world.

Let people directly divide the evil race of the tauren into two categories, one is the tauren, and the other is the tauren who believe in the goddess of the earth.

At the same time, this interesting and interesting thing is also the most popular thing since the goblin race appeared its own racial god.

There are even many businessmen from the Hescan Kingdom who specially visited the newly established territory of the tauren, trying to establish a cooperative relationship with these tall and burly races, or hire them as guards.

It is a pity that all these cooperation were rejected by the tauren patriarch.

Since the stories of orcs and tauren are often circulated in the territory of the Emerald Fields, the paladin Avar saw these two people suddenly appear and help them deal with Mara’s hunters. Except for a little surprise, he didn’t feel much. surprise.

What really made him untenable, and even wanted to do it directly, was another person: the mind flayer.

Mind Slayer.

The scourge of a myriad of intelligent races, also known by the world: psionic tyrants, slave traders, sinister masters, and interdimensional voyagers.

Their notorious identities, whether they are good, neutral, or even evil races, have changed.

In Sept City, he personally led a team of Templar knights in a fierce battle with a mind flayer hiding in the depths of the sewers.

This battle only wiped out a large group of mind flayer slaves, but did not capture this cunning mind flayer.

Moreover, in that action, the most impressive thing that left him was the horrific scene he witnessed, except for the psionic spell that the opponent could not guard against.

When infiltrating the secret base where the mind flayer was hiding in the sewers, he happened to see the evil mind flayer controlling a pink tadpole-like larva on a slave’s face, and then following his eyes, drilled into The brain, eventually successfully transformed into a new mind flayer.

So, that’s why he couldn’t help but prepare to do it when he saw the Mind Flayer appearing for the first time.

Fortunately, his long-term military career allowed him to forcibly suppress this impulse, so that no tragedy occurred.

Thinking of this, the paladin Avar couldn’t help but fix his eyes on this mind flayer who was obviously different from the one he had seen before, just to see the half-elf ranger who had summoned these strange people here.

Seeing that the two were talking, Avar turned his eyes away, concentrated, pricked up his ears curiously, and stood there quietly listening to the conversation between the two.

After all, he was actually very interested in how the tower owner of the Emerald Tower gathered the men of these evil races and ensured that they would not do evil things.

On the other side, Thorne chatted briefly with the mind flayer Vel’Koz, and found that the other party seemed to be hesitant to say anything. the way:

“Do you have anything to report to me? If there is any, don’t ink it, just say it. I’m gone, I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Brother Thorne, where are you going? It takes so long.”

Just when Vel’Koz hesitated and didn’t know what to say, the elf banshee Kefla, who was standing beside Thorne, took the lead and asked, with a strong sense of concern in her eyes.

“In fact, I don’t know exactly where to go.” Thorne hesitated for a while, then smiled and said to the banshee perfunctorily: “When the knot in my heart is untied, I will come back naturally. Don’t worry, I won’t go very far. Long-term.”

“Oh.” The elf banshee didn’t know if she heard it or not, and nodded her head ignorantly.

But the little devil standing on her shoulders, after hearing Thorne’s words, those treacherous-looking little eyes flickered a few times, and then shrank back.

“Tower Master, I…” Vel’Koz hesitated for a moment, and finally summoned up the courage to speak to him: “I know that the wizard’s tower must have recorded the rituals and spells of how to transform the lich. Instructed by it.”

“That’s right,” Thorne readily admitted.

As long as this kind of question is not a fool, after careful consideration, it is easy to figure out that there is no need for him to hide anything.

“I know you did this with good intentions, and also made Tarling hint to me many times that he didn’t want me to step into the path of the lich. After all, when a wizard takes the path of the lich, it means that he has left The lost nature is getting closer and closer.” Vel’Koz cast a grateful look at Thorne and said deeply.

Thorne frowned because of the pain from the arrow wound in his back. He originally planned to let the paladin help him deal with it, but seeing Velks’ appearance, he could only endure the pain first and choose to go first. Ask things clearly.

So he looked up at Vicks with a martyr expression, and said in confusion: “Since you know the end of this road, why do you keep going?”

No wizard ever becomes a lich on a whim, either through deliberation, or because of an incurable wound or an imminent death.

The reason for this is mainly because taking the Lich’s path of immortality to get rid of the shadow of death can easily make people lose their minds and nature, and eventually become insidious and crazy as the world knows.

At least, he had never heard of a kind-hearted lich appearing on the mainland.

As we all know, the way of the wizard is to pursue the truth, but when a person becomes in pursuit of the truth and becomes unable to see or care about anything but magic, he is actually insane.

In other words, a lunatic who has no reason, what truth is he talking about?

The way of the Lich is more like a crooked way.

“My race is a mind flayer, and it comes from a dark area where there is no sun. You don’t need me to tell you about the living environment there. You should also know very well.” Seeing Thorne nodded slightly, Vel’Koz smiled bitterly and continued:

“So, every time I improve my strength, the progress I achieve is very low. Because of this, a year ago, when my strength was raised to the level of a Tier 3 hero, I discovered that my system had disappeared inexplicably. . No matter what I tried, I couldn’t find it.”

It turned out to be the reason, Thorne gave the other party a deep look, showing a look of surprise.

If a player does not have the convenience brought by the system on which he lives, it means that if he wants to improve his strength, he must follow the same steps as the original inhabitants of this world.

Players who cannot adapt to it are likely to cause their own strength to stagnate for a lifetime.

This is the so-called transition from frugality to extravagance, and from extravagance to frugality is difficult.

When they get used to the convenience given to them by the system and regard it as an instinct, if they suddenly disappear on a certain day, it will cause a great difference in the hearts of most people.

Therefore, Vel’Koz, whose race is a mind flayer, resolutely wanted to embark on the path of immortality as a lich after knowing his own situation, and live in the world in another way.

He tried to get rid of the shadow of death, and used the accumulation of countless hours to improve his strength and pursue the truth of the wizard.

The blue sky, the bright sunshine was blocked by a large cloud of white clouds, and the valley that was baked by the scorching sun seemed to be shrouded in a shadow and began to cool.

Thorne glanced at the tauren Alistar who was chatting and laughing with the orc sword saint Kutai not far away. In Vel’Koz’s uneasy eyes, he was silent for a long time, and then he asked him abruptly:

“Have you heard of the Archbishop Alenala from the Black Pearl Forest?”

“I’ve heard a little.” Vel’Koz was stunned by Thorne’s sudden question.

He gently twisted the four serpentine tentacles under the octopus’s head, pondered for a moment, really couldn’t understand what the other party asked him really meant, so he said inexplicably:

“The news about the archbishop is almost all from three years ago. As for the last few years, I don’t know.”

Since following Thorne to Falls, he has lived in the tower most of the time, rarely going out.

Sometimes he didn’t even know what happened in the town of Falls, let alone the Black Pearl Forest on the far side of the Shadowmoon Sea.

“She is a priest who reached the fourth-order paradigm three years ago. Like you, her system also disappeared inexplicably.” Thorne didn’t expect the other party to know about the archbishop at all, so He patiently told him:

“The disappearance of the system, in the eyes of most people, means that Alenara is almost out of the fate of the legend, but she did not give up, but made a very decisive thing that everyone can’t believe.

She directly abandoned the power of the Black Pearl Forest and all her hard work, and traveled all over the world alone, in order to find her own path to the legend of destiny.

Because she firmly believes that everyone can advance to the Legend of Destiny, those who give up voluntarily just haven’t found the right way. “

After Thorne finished speaking, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

It was because of the player forces in the Black Pearl Forest that Alenara, who was the leader, disappeared, which directly caused the new city they just established to fall into a very chaotic situation because of the lack of a leader.

Although it has now been integrated and unified by other player priests of God of War, it is the radical faction that advocates war leading this force.

Relying on the power that has finally grown in recent years, they have provoked wars with the nomadic Turami people on the Silver Pine Plain, and they have not stopped so far.

Seeing that Vel’Koz remained silent after listening to his story, bowing his head without saying a word. From his twisted and tangled tentacles, he seemed to be struggling to make some difficult decision.

Thorne didn’t bother him.

Because he is very clear that this kind of choice that determines a person’s fate, as a bystander, it is best not to intervene, and it is the best way to let them make their own decisions, and he is just to help him state the interests of it.

Thinking of this, Thorne pondered for a while, and pretended not to care: “No matter what choice you make, I will respect you. Well, think about it again until I return to the town of Falls.”

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave. After thinking for a while, he looked at Velks who was still struggling, chuckled lightly, then reached out and patted his shoulder, and said to him in a earnest tone:

“Actually, on the road of our life, what tires us is not the long and hard journey, but a grain of sand in our shoes. So it is necessary for us to learn to pour out that little grain of sand in our shoes at any time. Only in this way can we go further.”

Thorne believes that practice is actually the same as life.

In our life, we often encounter many negative emotions or misunderstandings.

These bad thoughts are like gravel in a shoe, chafing the ‘feet’, impeding movement and making every step a person excruciatingly painful.

At this time, the correct approach should be not to rush on the road, stop, organize your thinking and cognition in stages, pour out the “sand” in the “shoes”, and make your state of mind grow steadily.

Because the price of growing up with psychological problems is really high.

This is also the real reason why it is difficult for most people to cultivate to Consummation.

And he just understands this truth, so he didn’t give up this perfect opportunity to improve his strength in a hurry.