Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 92 Emerald Leisure Court
In the dim room, there was a pile of unburned bonfires, two headless female gnoll corpses, and a female gnoll lying on the ground with only blood dripping on its upper body, howling feebly.

In the corner of the room was a pile of unburned ashes, and the strong smell of meat filled the room.

Ow! ! !

Standing at the door, the leader of the gnolls roared angrily. His face was shaking with hideous scars, and the scarlet blood marks were clearly visible.

Immediately afterwards, the leader of the gnolls turned around and roared at the two abyss gnolls beside him.

One of them understood immediately and jumped into the room, catching all suspicious bloody smells.

In just a moment, the scarlet pupils of the abyss wolf man covered by the black mane lit up, grabbed the head of a wolf man on the ground, and sniffed the blood remaining on the teeth.

"Follow me." The low and hoarse voice of the abyss gnoll rolled out of his throat, and he walked out of the room and walked towards the moonlight forest.

"Let's go!" The leader of the gnolls grinned, and spat out a word fiercely. Behind him, dozens of elite gnoll warriors ran over at the pace of the abyss gnolls.

Gnolls have a keen sense of smell, especially to the smell of blood. Their memory of blood can last up to half a day, and they can track the smell of blood within a kilometer.

However, for abyssal gnolls who have been transformed by demon spirits, their bloody tracking ability is undoubtedly the most powerful.

In the gnoll camp that had already returned to silence, the undulating howling of wolves sounded again.

Revenge is an instinct for all humanoid creatures, including humans. Humans will avenge their dead companions, and gnolls will also avenge their dead wolf cubs.

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The continuous wilderness was dark, and the withered and yellow weeds swayed in the howling night wind, making bursts of whimpering sounds. The strong wind swept away the sand and dead grass, and the sand and dust debris flew all over the sky, presenting a bleak scene.

Thorne bandaged the wound on his leg, stood up, and looked at the barren woodland after the surrounding trees were felled, with mixed feelings in his heart.

As for the Druids, objectively speaking, Thorne admired them a lot, because they spared no effort to maintain the natural environment from being destroyed, and governed all the severely desertified areas on the mainland.

But from a selfish point of view, Thorne hated them, especially those extremists.

They stubbornly believe that all civilizations cannot be higher than nature, and have launched countless wars that claim to represent the "Wrath of Nature".

At this time, the place Thorne was in was within the range of the Moonlight Forest, but because of the migration of the Wolf Man tribe, the trees on the edge of the forest were cut down in large numbers, turning it into a desolate place.

What Thorne wondered was why the gnolls here were not punished by the wrath of those extremist druids.

"Do you also feel that nature is crying?" Suddenly, a crisp voice suddenly sounded behind Thorn.

Hearing the voice, Thorne was startled suddenly. When the other party appeared behind him, he didn't even notice it at all.

After that, he didn't choose to turn around to check, but quietly moved his right hand to the position of the long sword, and at the same time, he was always ready for the teleportation skill of the Shadow Hand School.

"Don't get excited, disciple of Gwaeron, stalker of the silent way." Thorn's voice softened behind him.

Hearing this, Thorne breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around cautiously, and a half-elf woman with a beautiful and refined appearance came into his eyes.

She wears a green shirt and trousers, and a pale green leather armor that covers her upper body with paint.

The half-elf woman stood with her hands behind her back, quietly standing not far from Thorne, letting the night wind howl, raising her long, smooth flaxen hair, giving off a dusty and peaceful aura.

However, when the corner of Thorne's eyes glanced at the mark worn on the chest of the half-elf woman, a bud that broke out of the shell, he immediately guessed the identity of the other party.

The other party is the druid of Emerald Court.

I know a little bit about the druid organization Thorne. Through their style of work, they are mainly divided into three factions: extreme faction, balance faction and conservative faction.

In the Black Pearl Forest to the east of Winter City, there is a group of conservative druids, although they are also committed to protecting the natural environment.

However, the methods used are relatively gentle. Usually, they are warned first, and then observed in secret for a period of time before finally choosing to do it.

The extremist druids are different. These druids advocate the use of violence to solve all problems, protect the original appearance of nature, and prevent the expansion of civilization.

Regardless of any race, as long as they try to destroy the natural environment, they will be punished the most severely. There are a large number of extremist druids in the entire emerald field.

It is one of the main factors that limit the development of all players' territories.

Stubborn Druids can't beat them, they can't speak, they are more hateful than those humanoid creatures.

The balance faction is the most friendly to human civilization. They believe that the world is developing with civilization, and civilization will inevitably conflict with nature.

What they need to do is to find a new balance between civilization and nature, and they like to work with human civilization to promote the prosperity and health of nature, instead of strictly sticking to the natural way of the past and always using violence to solve all problems.

However, for the half-elf woman in front of him, Thorne couldn't guess what faction she belonged to.

Judging from the other party's words and deeds, it doesn't look like an extreme faction, but in this emerald field, there are no balanced druids.

Because before the arrival of the players, except for the sphere of influence of Winter City, there was almost no human civilization in this wilderness, and naturally these druids looking for checkpoints would not appear.

Then this person in front of him is likely to be a conservative druid, Thorne secretly confirmed in his heart.

"It takes more than ten years for a tree to grow, but they can cut down hundreds of big trees in a day. Why in all the developing civilizations, I only see endless destruction and disasters, and they only see endless asking from nature."

Seeing that Thorne was silent, the half-elf woman moved her steps, reached out to catch a withered yellow leaf floating in mid-air, and whispered softly to herself.

"If civilization wants to develop, it must rely on nature, but this kind of development cannot be at the expense of the natural environment. Only civilizations that focus on protecting nature can truly continue."

Thorne didn't know how to answer, so he could only speak ambiguously.

No matter where it is, man and nature are the topics of endless debate.

Some people even think that we can live without birds and animals, but we cannot live without business.

Thorne is just a very humble civilian in the real world, and he can't give any high-end answers to such high-end topics.

"That's right, only the civilization that pays attention to the protection of nature can truly continue. When I was young, I came to this emerald field. Now when I set foot here again, I found a group of civilizations that survive here. They are a group of brave people. .”

The voice of the half-elf woman was still so soft, and it sounded very comfortable. Thorne's originally tense expression gradually relaxed under the envelope of her soft voice.

At this time, a beautiful nightingale landed on her shoulder. The nightingale combed her feathers with her beak, and then circled above the half-elf woman's head, making a clear and pleasant song.

"You seem to be in trouble, disciple of Gwaeron, my people." The half-elf woman waved her hand lightly, and Nightingale disappeared into the night, and then reminded Thorne.

As soon as the half-elf woman finished speaking, the undulating howling of wolves sounded one after another not far away.

Clang!

"It's not a problem, they're just my prey." Thorne looked in the direction of the wolf man, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and said indifferently.

These gnolls were originally attracted here on purpose by him. Behind him is the Moonlight Forest. A ranger wandering in the jungle, it is still very easy to deal with these gnolls.

Roar!
The leader of the gnolls led two abyss gnolls and dozens of burly gnolls to appear in Thorne's sight, roaring like demonstrations.

"Oh? Inheritance of the two demons, you shouldn't appear in this world." The half-elf woman shook her head and said softly when she saw the two abyss gnolls.

Then with a wave of his hand, a burst of light green light flickered, and a group of tough vines with spikes quickly grew on the soles of the feet of the two abyss gnolls.

Under the crazy entanglement, accompanied by the mournful wailing of the abyss gnolls piercing the night, in just a moment, the two abyss gnolls were entangled to death by vines, and the dark red blood soaked the withered yellow weeds.

Roar!
The leader of the gnolls looked at the half-elf woman in fear, let out a low growl, and wisely led the remaining dozens of gnolls into the thick night.

"..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Thorne looked at the half-elf woman speechlessly.

In order to attract this group of jackals to come here, he spent a lot of effort, but he was waved lightly by the other party, and all his hard work was in vain.

"Thank you for your help, mystic lady. In this wilderness civilization, they all value nature and can promote the prosperity and health of the natural world."

Thorn, who originally planned to leave, glanced at the unfathomable woman in front of him, thought for a while and said slowly.

"I will observe carefully, my people." The half-elf woman looked at Thorn quietly, chuckled and said softly.

"Thank you, kind lady, may Gwailun be with you, and bless you on a path that will never go astray, then, farewell." Thorne said to the half-elf woman with one hand on her chest.

After finishing speaking, he put away his weapon and turned to leave. The jackals he had attracted had already been scared away by the other party, and it was impossible for him to take the risk to lure them out again.

Today's task has also been completed, and Thorne needs to find a place to rest and refresh himself.

After all, Twilight Town is going to completely wipe out the gnolls who are going to take root here tomorrow. He naturally doesn't want to miss this opportunity to gain experience.

"May Silvanus be with you, and may the trees of the forest raise their arms to guide your path, my people, followers of Gwaeron, hunters of the silent path."

The voice of the half-elf woman was ethereal and melodious like a nightingale flying in the night sky in the forest, and it was like the wind chimes hanging in front of the wooden house being blown by the breeze.

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