The bleak lonely moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight pours down.

In another gnoll camp in the Emerald Fields.

"Pfft!"

A dark red blade exuding a scorching aura mercilessly cut through the crude animal skin armor and penetrated the gnoll's chest. The sharp blade was swung in Thorne's hand, and he took advantage of the situation to pick it up violently, in a mournful wailing. , the gnoll fell to the ground and died.

Thorne stepped on the gnoll's corpse with his long sword in hand, leaving **** footprints all the way, and walked forward slowly.

In the darkness, his piercing eyes met the next target: the two gnolls by the campfire.

Thorne walked quickly to the campfire and the pot on the tripod, kicking the scalding iron pan.

In the dark night, a pot of boiling broth was poured on the two gnolls who were charging at him. Painful howls roared out of their mouths full of fangs, and the two gnolls fell to the ground and rolled wildly. .

Suddenly, Thorne felt the wind blowing out of anger behind him. Through the flow of air, he judged that it was a wooden-handled mace, and was about to smash it at his long-haired head, trying to enjoy it like a watermelon. The beauty of being shattered on the ground.

There was no fluctuation in his expression, only his messy long hair swayed slightly, and his vigorous body suddenly turned around. At such a rapid speed, the enemy's scarlet pupils showed a look of consternation.

The gnoll who then attacked Thorne only felt the half-elf ranger's entire body rapidly dilate in his scarlet pupils, so much so that the mace he held in mid-air paused.

However, at this momentary time, the gnoll only felt a violent force hit his chest, causing his two-meter-high burly body to stumble back instantly.

Immediately, in his fearful eyes, he saw a sharp blade flashing with cold light, and the gnoll only felt a chill on his neck, as if being swept by the cold wind of the Huaernas Snow Mountain, followed by a burst of blood. When he came out, the calm half-elf ranger also disappeared before his eyes.

"thump!"

The abnormal noise behind him did not interrupt any of Thorne's movements at all, only to see his sharp eyes once again locked on the gnoll who was rolling and roaring due to the scalding of the stew.

With a precise swing of the two swords in his hand, two cold lights flashed, ending the painful struggle of the two gnolls.

Thorne looked down at the fresh footprints on the ground and disappeared into the darkness again, tracking the fleeing prey.

Two poor gnolls stumbled against a large tree, holding on to the pole, gasping for breath.

"Ouch..."

A gnoll turned around with a frightened pupil, and roared at his companion, as if to say: The half-elf ranger is chasing after him, we must flee quickly.

When the two gnolls had been relieved of their breath, they were about to continue their desperate running. A blade that was as strange as a demon and hot like a flame swept across, and cut off the throat of one of the gnolls neatly. The gnoll panted hard. He was angry, but he could only make a cooing sound like running water, and then fell to the ground.

He wasn't dead, he just couldn't breathe.

The tragic experience of his companion caused the other gnoll to choose not to turn around to face his deadly opponent, because he did not dare to see the stern face that frightened him. In the hope that the fatal blow will come soon.

The evil and ferocious gnoll gave in like this, because he felt Thorne's breath, and at the same time, he felt a blade on his neck. And his thick hair gradually turned into a pile of fly ash under the high temperature.

Owl smoke wafted under the gnoll's lush mane burning, and a sickening smell filled the cold, **** air.

The gnoll howled in pain, making a comical grimace in fear.

The blade in Thorne's hand was tightly attached to the gnoll's neck, and the dark red blade exuded a scorching flame, so that on his lush mane, dancing little firemen jumped out.

Looking at the gnoll whose whole body was trembling due to fear, Thorne's sharp blade slashed slowly and slowly, and then disappeared into the thick night again.

Thorne walked through the dark jungle, over the thick bushes, and came to a slow-flowing stream.

He glanced at the bleak moonlight, inserted the long sword in front of him, and sat casually by the stream, letting the cold water slap on his blood-stained face.

The former Thorne thought that Waterfall Town was his second home. When he stepped into the land of Waterfall Town again, the phrase, "It's good to be home," seemed to grow in his heart.

Listening to the sound of the rushing water of the waterfall in Shangcheng District, and feeling the strong stinging cold wind blowing from the Huaernas Snow Mountain, it seemed to remind him that he was still alive all the time.

Knowing that you are still alive is a simple thing.

But some people often forget that they are still alive, forget that they can enjoy the sunrise and enjoy every sunset every day.

All the time between sunrise and sunset, all the time after dusk, can be freely controlled by one's own will.

Just like him tonight, he felt irritable, so he took a sharp blade and went to the wilderness alone, killing every ferocious gnoll to his heart's content.

Every mournful howl from the jackal relieved his irritable heart. Until now, after this hearty battle, he can sit on the ground at will, admiring the bleak moonlight with a faint smile, Waiting for the beautiful sunrise and sunset.

"I can be sure that my life will continue to be risked for some purpose beyond anyone's comprehension.

I believe that the goal of life is to continually pursue higher-level experiences, to strive to become a better person, or to have a more colorful life for yourself, and only in this way can I have a satisfying sense of accomplishment. ' Thorne murmured to the night sky, which didn't answer anything but silence.

Yes, it is a satisfying sense of achievement.

For players in the lower city, the sense of accomplishment may be creating order, security or a sense of home. For the half-elves in the upper city, it may be recognized by civilization, accepted by civilization and integrated into the collective, or not seeing alienation and doubt. a feeling of.

For him, the so-called sense of accomplishment will be achieved by the sharp blade in his hand. No matter how thick the snow is in the cold wave, no matter how dense the rainstorm in the storm moon, no matter how many humanoids there are in the wasteland, he will not be afraid. Because he is walking a path full of meaning in life.

There are too many beautiful things in this world waiting for him to enjoy, and too many monsters and evil humanoids waiting for him to kill. This is the meaning of life.

It was late at night, and the pale silver moonlight could not dispel the deep shadows on the forest paths, and despite the wide road, the ancient trees still gathered in a thick canopy overhead.

Thorne's hazy figure was quickly galloping away in the direction of the waterfall town in the yellow weeds.

The night of killing has long since ended, and his restless heart has subsided, and now, he needs to do what he should do.

The Heruk Hobgoblin is entrenched in the Forest of Tranquility, threatening the safety of Waterfall Town all the time. The half-elf girl Lilia is right. With his own weak strength, even if he has obtained the inheritance of the Nine Swords, he is still You cannot change the predicament in front of you alone.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't do anything and walks the path of his own strong man, which is always the most important goal in his heart. , Dare to face the bleak life, it is the dripping blood, and the continuous improvement of one's strength.

This is a world where the strong are respected. With the growth of strength, the weight of yourself in the hearts of everyone will gradually increase, so that they will no longer look at you with disdain and alienation, but with respect and fear.

Rangers are a versatile and mediocre profession. When they find their prey, they can choose to fire a galloping rain of arrows, raise their twinkling blades, and even sing a high-pitched spell.

Although he has already reached the standard of casting the second-ring magic, but in this busy time, he does not have any spare time to calm down to feel the holiness of nature, to actively cater to the power of nature.

Now, if he wants to quickly master the ability to cast the second-ring magic, the quickest shortcut for him is to spend a lot of money and use the natural transformation ceremony, so he must go to the temple of Melika.

Thorne walked through the woods to another stream, and leaped from wet stone to wet stone, keeping his balance so smooth that he could not slide over the smooth stones.

When he crossed the river, he was suddenly interrupted by a figure.

A half-elf woman with a beautiful and refined appearance came into his eyes. She stood with her hands behind her back, standing quietly not far from Thorne, letting the cold night wind whistled and raised her supple linen-colored long hair. Hair, giving people a dusty and quiet temperament.

is her? How did she show up here?

Two doubts flashed in Thorne's heart. When he noticed that the other party's calm eyes were moving towards him, Thorne took the lead in saying, "Hello, Your Excellency Nightingale Walker in Jade Garden."

The Nightingale Walker in front of him was exactly the half-elf Druid whose philosophy was very much in line with the balance faction that Master Qingchen said.

Since Thorne had met the other party in the Moonlight Forest in Twilight Town, he mentioned it to Master Qingchen, and with his confirmation, he knew the name of the half-elf woman.

"Guilun's believer, the stalker of the Way of Silence, we meet again." The half-elf woman looked at Thorne with a faint smile, and said softly:

"It is an inevitable fact that everyone is dying, that they are draining their vitality every day and every moment.

This fact of death can be paralyzed by fear and activated by longing, so we are to live in the sun and the stars, in the sunshine and in the rain, dancing with every step, through the flowered garden, through the deep snow , this is the meaning of life, not to let yourself fall into endless crazy killing, I hope you can understand this truth. "

"Thank you for your teaching, but as a stalker of the Way of Silence, it's my mission to hunt down evil humanoids, so I don't think I've done anything wrong." Thorne pondered for a while and said slowly .

He agreed with the half-elf woman's interpretation of the meaning of life, but he did not agree with the last sentence, because he was not dominated by the mad killing, and he always remained very conscious.

"The way of nature in the wild is not the way of evil. You are already overwhelmed by the desire to kill. For all the fools who try to disturb nature, we should observe silently, instead of using force without hesitation." The half-elf woman said lightly Shaking his head lightly.

"As long as the evil creatures that try to threaten civilization are my enemies, and I will have endless battles and **** killings with the enemies of civilization, the natural way of the wilderness is the way of the best, not the balance of one. The way, Your Excellency Nightingale Walker of the Emerald Garden, I am a follower of the God of Tracking."

Although Thorne was a little helpless, he explained to her in a slow and methodical manner that the other party was a believer of the God of Nature who believed in the way of balance and was in the absolute neutral camp. Although the doctrine of the God of Tracking also protected nature, it mainly focused on civilization. The settlements are the main ones, and they belong to the good camp. The teachings and concepts of the two sides are different, and it is easy to raise the bar when they meet.

"It seems that you understand very well, but I've been thinking too much." The half-elf woman's pale green eyes lingered on Thorne for a moment, and said slowly: "Our meeting was not accidental, but I came here on purpose. You ask a question."

"Please speak." There was a hint of doubt in Thorne's calm expression.

"Do you know the Insight?" The half-elf woman was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

Insighter?

Thorne looked up at the other party and found that he couldn't see any clues, so he recalled Anderina's introduction and said truthfully:

"The Insight Organization is a mysterious alliance of prophets. The casters of this organization are all specialized in various prophecy spells. Moreover, the Insight Organization is also divided into: Time and Space Insight, Plane Insight and Astral Insight, The rest I don't know."

"It turned out to be a plane insight, but unfortunately you know too little information." The half-elf woman muttered to herself slightly disappointed, her expression returned to calm again, and reminded Thorne softly: "Guilun's believers, Take out the holy emblem in your hand, call the name of the tracking **** with your heart, and he will guide you on a path that will never get lost."

After the half-elf woman finished speaking, her pale green eyes looked in the direction of the tower in the town of waterfalls. With a thought, she disappeared without a trace.

Show me a path that never gets lost?

Thorne looked suspiciously at the disappearing figure of the half-elf woman. The five-star paw print holy emblem hidden in his sleeve appeared in his palm, and then he sat directly on the ground, silently chanting the teachings of the tracking god.

This continued for a while, and the pale green light of the wooden holy emblem completely faded away.

At the same time, Thorne slowly opened his eyes, and not far in front of him, a small sika deer appeared in his sight.

I saw the little sika deer motioned to Thorne with its smart eyes, and finally disappeared into the jungle.

Thorne's expression changed, he got up immediately, and caught up with the path that the little sika deer showed him.

...

Waterfall on the town, a certain level of the tower.

The figure of the half-elf woman appeared in front of Anderina under the fluctuation of the light of the array.

I saw her calm pale green eyes first glanced at the mysterious rune on the wall of the tower, and then said softly: "Human Warlock, excuse me, do you know the information about the Plane Insight?"

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