Half-elf Ranger

In the dimly lit bar, the only source of light was a transparent crystal on the roof that had been applied the constant light spell.

Through the crystal-covered light, you can see the rows of neatly arranged tables in this not very spacious bar, and most of them are full of people.

The elf bard in white robes smiled.

Elegantly pressing the silver wire of the harp, a light and relaxing modern music allows players to enjoy this moment of tranquility.

"Master, that barbarian is drunk again. It's already the fifth day, and he still has no money to pay the bill."

A small humanoid creature with small horns and dark red skin covering its entire body, dragged a scorpion tail, flapped a pair of leather wings and flew to the bar to complain.

"Trundle, throw that renegade guy out, you won't be allowed in in the future." A lazy female voice came from the bar.

"Okay, beautiful mistress!"

The ugly troll in a black tight vest put down the tray in his hand and walked out of the corner.

I saw him looking in the direction of the wine table, grinning and grinning, licking his lips to reveal his ferocious fangs, then he hunched his back and walked forward with his arms swaying from side to side.

"One year... It's almost night, another world... has not returned... people..." The drunken barbarian was very sloppy, and he was dragged by the strong troll without any resistance. His eyes were foggy and his face was numb. muttering to himself.

When the troll heard the words, he looked up at the roof in a daze. Has it been a year before he knew it? so fast…

Then, without a trace, the inexplicable sadness in his eyes was hidden, and he whispered to the barbarian: "People who can't see reality will eventually be eliminated, I'm sorry."

The drinker next to him remained indifferent to the episode.

Just took a glance, and then silently tasted the wine in the cup, enjoying the rare comfort.

If you can't go back, just live on!

Snapped!

Gold coins slapped on the marble bar, making a crisp sound, breaking the relaxing atmosphere, and the drinkers looked at them with bad eyes.

"Boss, give me a cup of the bitterness of memories." It was a handsome man in elegant and decent clothes. He took out two gold coins and said to the bar owner.

Then his eyes greedily glanced at the other party's graceful curves, and he showed a smile that he thought was handsome: "The rest is to pay off the credits in the past, how about it, as I said, Danilo is a very trustworthy person. "

"Simba, put the money away, I think it's dirty!" The female owner of the bar leaned back on the chair, her voice not fluctuating at all.

"As ordered, Master." Simba replied obediently, glanced at Danilo with contempt, and slapped a pair of small leather wings to put away the gold coins on the bar.

Danilo, who didn't care, leaned against the bar, elegantly held the glass goblet, and gently sniffed the familiar taste in the wine glass, ready to enjoy the bitterness of this cup of memory.

It's a taste from their far-flung hometown, and the only wine that perfectly restores the taste, and a sip, the familiar taste can bring back some bitter memories.

"Trouble, let it go!"

A low voice suddenly sounded beside Danilo.

Danilo was startled and broke out in a cold sweat!

As a wanderer, it is not clear when he was approached. If he was in an alley or in the wild, he might have turned into a cold corpse.

So he immediately turned his head to look.

What came into view was a young man with icy black eyes and long messy black hair.

The long black hair was covered by the hood on the cloak, and only a few strands were floating on the delicate face, dangling.

A black linen outfit and cloak seemed to blend in with the dimly lit bar room, and the longsword, compound longbow, and quiver full of arrows were firmly fixed behind him, motionless.

The quiver made of Dire Eagle feathers in the quiver was still stained with undried blood, silently telling something.

bang!

"Thorn!" Danilo screamed when he saw this familiar scene, the glass goblet slipped from his palm, his handsome face became distorted, showing a look of fear, and his trembling legs moved backwards with difficulty.

Danilo's startled breath caught the attention of the bar. When everyone saw the man in black next to Danilo, their faces became ugly. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and it became deadly silent.

Several players dressed as wanderers couldn't help it first, the dim bar room became their best cover, and the hazy figure quietly left.

"Uncle, who is this Thorne?" A young man in a gray wizard's robe asked softly to the dwarf warrior sitting across from him with a curious expression on his tender face when he saw the changes in the crowd.

"Little God, you just came out of the wizard tower today, you must remember that this kind of person can't be provoked, and if you see it, hide away." The dwarf warrior frowned, remembering a bad memory, and then deliberately said in a low voice.

After he finished speaking, he drank the wine in the cup, wiped the wine stains on his beard, and put the damaged leather helmet on the table on his head that looked like withered yellow weeds.

"Uncle, didn't I tell you, I'm going to call me Pardo in the future, why can't I provoke it?" Pardo retorted with dissatisfaction, and then asked curiously.

He is a level 1 wizard who has just taken up his post in the wizard tower. After two years of living in the wizard tower, he believes blindly and confidently that under the Mage, all living beings are equal!

"Thorn is a ranger. In this bar, which is only open to our players, every time he comes, there will be bloodshed. I witnessed it with my own eyes last month. Thorne killed more than a dozen players in the bar. .

If it wasn't for the City Guards, it would be hard to imagine how it would end. It is said that this Ranger was subdued by the City Guards and put into an underground death row. He thought it was over, but he didn't expect to come out so quickly. "

The dwarf warrior got up and took a peek at the black figure at the bar, recalling what happened not long ago, which still made him shudder.

Why do players make it difficult for players, although those people are indeed hateful, but they can't go back, they are just living here, why can't they get along well? He didn't understand.

If it weren't for the protection of his only close relative in the game, he would have gone to Yuanshan Town, a free town established by players in the wilderness.

The dwarf warrior put away his things and immediately gestured to Pardo in front of him. Numerous profound lessons made him understand that people who eat melons are also life-threatening.

Pardo stretched out his head and glanced back curiously, carrying the robe that didn't fit well, and with his mind full of doubts, he trotted to keep up with the dwarf warrior and slipped away quietly.

"Brother Thorne, oh no no no, Uncle Thorne, please forgive me, I will never dare again, I'm just a little bastard, just eat here and wait to die."

In the face of the fear of death, Danilo didn't care about his elegant image, only to see him holding his head in his hands, kneeling on the ground in despair and begging for mercy.

He didn't want to die yet. The elves he chose had a lifespan of at least 800 years, and he had just met a beautiful noble widow recently, which gave him hope for his future life.

"I didn't come to you, get out!" Thorne looked at Danilo who was lying on the ground begging for mercy, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he finally forcibly held back and said lightly.

"Yes yes yes! I'm going to get out." Danilo fled to the door like a madman, and he vowed never to come to this **** place again.

"Ms Andrina, it's been a long time." Thorne walked to the bar, lifted his hood, pulled his long hair behind his slightly pointed ears, and greeted the bar owner.

"I'm doing business here, you'd better not mess around, or the dungeon that is covered with food will welcome you again!" Andrina got up quickly, her icy tone mixed with sarcasm.

The bar owner is a human woman with delicate facial features, eyebrows as slender as drawn, and long jet-black hair draped over her back.

Wearing a red evening dress to set off a slender figure, if matched with a little smile, it is definitely a warm and charming stunner.

It's a pity that at this moment, her pretty face was frosty, and she was staring at Thorne with a bad look. Her eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and violent magic fluctuations began to condense around her body, and the inconspicuous scale patterns on her skin gradually solidified.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not malicious this time, just to meet someone." Thorne was stunned, then squeezed out a reluctant smile.

After he finished speaking, he took off the wine bag around his waist and put it on the bar: "Dragon bites bitter wine to fill me up, thank you!"

Hearing this, Andrina was slightly relieved, and then gestured to Simba with her eyes.

Simba hesitated for a moment, looked at Thorne in fear, and finally gathered up the courage to flap his wings and grab the wine bag and fly away quickly.

"Dragon Vein Warlock?" Thorne's eyes swept across the lines on Andrina's skin inadvertently, and he was a little surprised, so he asked casually.

"That's right!" Andrina nodded with a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"Put away your spells, it's useless," said Thorne, shaking his head.

"Do you want to try it?" Andrina raised her eyebrows, a hint of play flashed in her golden eyes, the violent magic fluctuations began to gather frantically again, and the glass on the bar began to shake uneasy, making a bang bang bang sound.

"Okay, if I win, I'll get rid of the drink money." Thorne was unmoved, he leaned in front of the bar and responded casually.

"Then you lost?"

"Whatever, as long as you're happy."

"Very good!" Anderina spit out two words heavily, and the surrounding temperature began to rise gradually.

Clang!

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed!

As soon as Anderina finished speaking, she saw a cold light flashing across her body, and then a coolness spread across her body on her neck covered with solid scales, followed by a burning pain in her neck.

A trace of panic flashed in Andrina's beautiful eyes, so she quickly dissipated the magic fluctuations in a frustrating way, and looked at Thorne, just to see the action of Thorne's long sword being sheathed.

"Words count." Thorne put away the long sword and said lightly.

Andrina touched the blood on her neck, and then mocked with some reluctance: "The hand speed of being single for 20 years is really different."

"No, it's... Twenty-five years!" Thorne pondered for a moment and corrected with a serious look.

After he finished speaking, he saw Simba flying over with a wine bag, and took it with his hand. Ignoring Simba's dissatisfied little eyes, he rubbed his head with his rough palm: "What a well-behaved little devil."

Then he pulled out his hand to avoid the sting at Simba's tail to counterattack, and slapped the little devil who was grinning at him with a slap.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Anderina: "Lend me the secret room, I want to see an... old friend."

…

"Better to die in the **** arena tonight!" Andrina stared at Thorne's figure disappearing into the depths of the bar, and after a while, muttered angrily.

At this moment, Andrina suddenly felt that the wound on her neck was wrapped by a soft energy, and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His expression changed, and he immediately looked up at the door in doubt.

"Sister Lina, are you injured?" A gentle voice came from the door, and then walked in.

"Nolan, why are you here?" Andrina narrowed her eyes when she saw the woman in front of her, and a reluctant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Fortunately, the guests were scared away by Thorne at this time, and Andrina looked at the empty bar and secretly rejoiced.

"I'm here to find Thorne, is he here yet?" Nolan put away the silver holy emblem in his hand and asked.

"He... went to the secret room." Andrina gave the other party a complicated look, hesitated, and finally pointed to the direction where Thorne disappeared.

Nolan didn't say much, thanked Andrina slightly, and immediately walked to the depths of the bar.

"Hey, God gave you a pair of beautiful hands, but you choose to hold a sword and give you a beautiful face, but you are... blind."

Andrina looked at the empty bar, then looked at Nolan's disappearing figure, and complained boringly.