Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 514

"Relax, living people, I've said it all, I won't hurt you, you have to trust me."

The weird zombie with half of its body leaning out from the window looked down at Thorne and the others with solemn expressions, and said in an extremely calm tone as much as possible.

It's a pity that the effect is not good. Obviously, it is a bit too difficult for a terrifying zombie to practice his soft voice.

However, to his surprise, in return for his kindness, the other party drew his sword.

So this enthusiastic zombie immediately changed the subject, and spread his hands holding the window sill comically, so that his body lost his balance and almost fell down. When he struggled to stabilize his stiff body, he was quite helpless. the way:

"Well, as an undead creature, it seems that you can't gain trust by saying such things to you living people. It's like the phrase 'I can't get in' that I often say to girls, which is unconvincing .

But so what?Actually, I just need to yell: "Diligent son, there are living people here!" 'Hahaha... Believe me, I guarantee that the death knight who just left will immediately charge over on horseback, brandish the rune sword in his hand, and then turn all of you into my compatriots with a single operation.

But, you see, I didn't do that, but stood here and had a pleasant conversation with you living people.What does this mean?This means that in the eyes of the world, Mr. Zombie, who can only tear flesh and blood, has taken the lead in showing kindness to you.

You don't need to be afraid of this, you know, this is very rare for the undead, look at how you guys did it, damn it, you actually tried to use..."

The weird zombie stood in front of the window and babbled endlessly, and everyone didn't relax their vigilance because of this guy's words.

If it wasn't for worrying about exposing his identity in the small town and attracting the attention of the death knight, the paladin who was a little bit helpless would have purged him long ago.

Thorne and the paladin Aval exchanged a glance with each other, then nodded slightly, lifted the sword upside down, and took the initiative to take a few steps towards the 'Lava and Spirits' tavern.

He sideways avoided the skinny skeleton thrown by the ogre zombie, looked up at the zombie on the third floor, and said calmly:

"What's the use of saying so much? I think your sincerity should be to walk down the stairs and let us communicate face to face. This is what it looks like, isn't it, polite Mr. Zombie?"

"Hmph, what a cunning half-elf. If I really go down, I'm afraid I won't be killed by your sword in an instant. You think I'm stupid, so I won't go down."

The zombie's tone was obviously dissatisfied. He deliberately exposed the two rows of sharp fangs in his mouth, put on a lifelike grimace, and said sinisterly:

"Let me tell you, if you dared to be rude to me like this before, I promise to let my strongest ogre bodyguard kick your ass, let you open your arms and experience flying like a hippo General feeling."

"Then what do you mean?" Thorn moved a few steps to the left, making way for the assembled little skeleton to make way for the tavern, and asked the zombie.

This was the first undead they could communicate with in the town, so they naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity to ask him for news.

And the most important thing is that Thorne can feel that this undead who does not see much strength is indeed greeting them with sincerity as he said.

But out of caution, he still needs to test the opponent's reaction a few more times.

"No other meaning, just want to sincerely invite you to come up and sit for a while, you have to know that the heaviest thing in life is not burden, but boredom."

Hearing the ranger's inquiry, the zombie held his chin with one hand and grabbed the window sill with the other, facing the pale red moonlight, and began to chatter again:
"Do you know what boredom is? Boredom is the desire to dissipate the self among others. It seeks entertainment. Loneliness is the desire to be with others, and it seeks the warmth of ordinary human beings. Loneliness is the acceptance of others into The desire within the ego seeks understanding. Undoubtedly, what appears before you is a boring, lonely, and lonely Mr. Zombie.

And what about you outsiders?You are not even willing to satisfy me with such a trivial request. I sincerely extend the invitation to you, just to feel a little warmth from the main material world, but you don’t understand me at all, and you still try to use the advantage in your hands. The sword destroys me. "

A sad look appeared on the pale face of the zombie, and there was a pleading tone in his tone:

"So, I don't have any malice, I just want to have a pleasant chat with you. No way, I have been facing this group of undead who have been repeating the same actions for hundreds of years, and There are no entertainment activities, which to me is simply a painful torture.

Do you know how I survived?I dare not recall the memories of the past at all, and it is painful to think of them.For a long time, a long time... a long time, I stayed in the room like this, silent as a mouse, silent as a frozen lich, dust piled up on my body like snow , nothing around me can catch my attention..."

The weird zombie said sadly, and carefully looked at Thorn and his party with those cat-like humanized eyes emitting a faint luster in the darkness.

Thorne and the others quietly listened to the zombie's heartfelt words without showing any signs of impatience. The paladin Aval behind him even put away the holy adamantine broadsword in his hand while listening.

"Oh, damn it! Please forgive me, I want to take back what I just said." As he spoke, Mr. Zombie shrank back into the dark hut in horror as if a mouse had seen a cat, only revealing the A head wearing a black top hat pointed at several people in an exaggerated and excited tone:
"What a strange combination of you! Look, what I saw in this dead town? Banshees - evil creatures born of darkness, evil creatures who worship the power of hatred, blasphemous wizards - think they have god-given powers And the privileged, the high elves--a bunch of goofs with eyes on top of their heads, dead-faced paladins--they're as smelly and hard as latrine stones.

Damn, do you know why this poor town is like this?No wonder the gods will send divine punishment, it is all caused by you pests, all by yourself!
Paladin, elf, wizard, banshee, oh my god, what a familiar combination, is history repeating itself?But I've already died..."

"Hello!" Thorne couldn't listen anymore, and immediately interrupted the zombie who was chattering like a parrot, and looked at him with interest:
"Why is there no comment from me? Let's talk about it. I allow you to speak freely and see what kind of evil existence I am in your eyes."

"You? You're just a half-elf, there's nothing to complain about." The zombie, whose expression became crazy due to excitement, stared at Thorn for a while, and then forced a smile at him inexplicably:
"Then, Your Excellency the Half-Elf, can you accept my invitation and sit up for a while? You know, I have been in this town for hundreds of years, and no one... oh, no, it should be said that there are no undead Knows this town better than I do."

Upon hearing this, Thorne bowed to him stiffly like a zombie, and said solemnly: "I accept your invitation, the master is very kind, but not respectful."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and gave the few people behind him a reassuring look, and told them to wait here regardless of everyone's objections, then walked towards the tavern with the little skeleton next to him that just formed a complete body.

"Then treat this place as your own home." The zombie narrowed his eyes into two slits for joy, and also replied solemnly:
"Dear guest, please come this way, don't pass through those dirty drunks, it will insult your identity, my guest must be a decent person, obviously you are very in line with my aesthetics and values."

Thorne walked in along a small door next to the tavern, and walked to the third floor from a spiral staircase that was only big enough for one person to pass.

The zombie's room is quite neat and clean, but under the erosion of time and negative energy, it obviously needs large-scale repairs. He can see that the furniture is the work of skilled craftsmen—if it was placed hundreds of years ago.

As soon as Thorne entered the house, he could smell the pungent smell of dust in the dark room.

"Light up!" The zombie hidden in the darkness shouted excitedly.

The torches on the iron frame in the house burst out with decaying flames and black smoke.

As the dim light dispelled the deep darkness, Thorne could clearly see the face of the zombie.

He wore a black top hat on his head, the brim of the top hat was cracked with a gap two fingers wide, and the silk gown on his body looked very well-made.

But unfortunately, after the double erosion of years and negative energy, many large and small holes have been broken. Coupled with that terrifying zombie appearance, it seems a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm very sorry, Mister Half-Elf, although this outfit is weird and a little rude, but I hope you can understand, because this is already the best clothes I found."

Mr. Zombie's sharp eyes seem to have seen the subtle changes in the ranger's expression, and he said helplessly: "However, at least this looks complete, and it can be regarded as satisfying the little shame I have left."

There were no windows in the room, and it was clearly not the room the zombies were in when they communicated with a few people on the street.

In the center stood a huge oak table, on which stood a greenish brass candlestick covered with caked hard wax, which lit a flickering candle at the zombie's command, giving the dark The room was brightened a little.

"It's understandable, you don't have to feel guilty about it, you've done a good job, enthusiastic Mr. Zombie." Thorne slowly lowered his guard and replied politely.

Then he looked at everything in the room as if nothing had happened. A wall was covered with rusty weapons, including round shields, crossed long swords, javelins and machetes, two-handed swords and giant axes.

Another wall is occupied by a huge fireplace above which hangs a row of mottled portraits.

The wall facing the door was lined with game trophies—the heads of hippogryphs and dire deer, their horns casting wild shadows on the grinning faces of boars, lions, and bears.

There is also an eagle with messy feathers below, and the head of a petrified lizard is placed in the most conspicuous place. It is dyed a solemn black, and the head is filled with hay.

"This was killed by the lord of Dawn Town, and I got it at a great price as a souvenir." The zombie said to Thorn, stuffing a rotten log into the fireplace that had been abandoned for hundreds of years, and put it Ignition, "Sit down, guest. Are you hungry?"

"Oh, I'm very sorry, please forgive me for not being able to prepare a big dinner for you, I'm really sorry." The zombie seemed to remember something, and said to Thorne in an apologetic tone.

"It's okay. As an adventurer, a sumptuous dinner is not as attractive to me as I imagined." Thorne waved his hand and sat on the chair as dusty as snow, looking a little cramped Zombie laughed and joked:
"You know, here not only is there no tailor and good cloth, but also there is no rich food, how can there be a cook, and even if there is a cook, I think he will be out of work, because you no longer need to eat. "

"You're such an interesting half-elf. I have to say, you're very courageous." The zombie looked at Thorne, who was not nervous at all, and smiled at him: "I forgot, what should I call you?"

"Thorn, a ranger. What about you?"

"My name is Vanger, a bard. However, due to the pressure of life, I changed my career and became a businessman." Zombie Vanger once again showed his talkative attributes: "When it comes to businessmen, I have to say that I am What a wise choice."

Thorne pretended to be listening.

"At that time, I was still a down-and-out bard, relying on interesting poems to make a living in the tavern, but an unexpected source of information changed my fate, allowing me, a down-and-out beggar, to make a fortune.

There is turmoil in the kingdom of Huskan in the Silverpine Plains, a revolution... err... Dear Ranger, do you know what 'revolution' means? "

"I know a little bit, it has something to do with politics, or the battle for royal power." Thorne pretended to be contemplative and replied with a smile.

"It's so rare that the rangers who wandered the wilderness and the dungeons have dabbled in this aspect." Zombie Vanger looked at Thorn in surprise, and continued: "Because of this, King Rhodes was deposed."

"Does this have something to do with your fortune?" Thorne interrupted Fanger and asked curiously, "Or, you participated in this coup?"

"No, no, no, you have to know that I am a down and out bard with no strength to restrain a chicken. How could I be involved in such a thing as going to the gallows." Wanger shook his head and said with a smile on his face. :

"Mainly because of the reigning King Rhodes, whose court, family, and army wore blue uniforms, and the weavers there sold nothing but indigo.

However, after the coup, the Seti family, who succeeded in ascending to power, wore crimson clothes.As a result, the price of indigo plummeted, but carmine rose.Only then did the merchants find out that I had borrowed a large sum of money from the bank in Shuguang Town and bought all the carmines in advance. "

Bank loan?

Thorne, who heard the familiar term, couldn't help but sit upright, and looked at this talkative zombie seriously.

"It was this first bucket of gold that made me discover my true talent. As time went by, I eventually became the richest businessman in Shuguang Town. My business became very extensive, including timber, spices, cosmetics, I have dabbled in various fields such as weapons.

But now, I am just a zombie, a very ordinary zombie, a pitiful zombie, a lonely and helpless zombie..."

The zombie Vanger, who was showing off his intelligence to Thorne, lowered his eyes again, feeling sad inwardly.

"This is really a sad story." Thorne cast a sympathetic look, and then changed the topic to what he was most interested in: "Then can you tell me what caused this disaster?"

"Actually, I don't know very well." Fanger scratched his head in confusion, and recalled: "At that time, Shuguang Town was facing the evil invasion of the Barren Skull Mountain Range. The battle was very fierce, and even faced the danger of breaking the city. But as As the richest man in Shuguang Town, I can't do anything except donate money and goods. Of course, I can't go to battle to kill the enemy.

I remember very clearly that in a starless night, I was about to fall asleep with a girl in my arms...

do you know?The girl was Rilla, the daughter of a poor knight who owed nothing but a scrawny old horse, a pair of rusty swords, and of course a beautiful daughter.He was like a piece of cow dung, and he smelled like it.I really don't understand why he can have such a beautiful daughter, it's like a flower stuck in cow dung.

When I saw this cow dung knight come to me with his daughter to sell, I secretly bet my right hand in my heart that his daughter Rilla must have been raped when his father went to war, but This does not prevent me from liking her, because she is so beautiful, her eyes are brighter than the sun in the desert..."

"Mr. Vanger, I'm digressing." Thorn, who couldn't bear to listen, knocked on the table with the back of his hand, reminding him.

(End of this chapter)