Half-elf Ranger

"A sad story." After reading the diary on the metal sheet, Thorne leaned against the cold wall and said to himself without any fluctuations in his expression.

Although this is just a very inconspicuous diary written by a dwarf boy from the bottom, Thorne can clearly feel the deep despair in the words of the other party, and the failure of the gods he believes in to save him. helplessness and anger.

To be honest, now he really regretted exploring this underground secret passage, if it wasn't for his sudden curiosity, he wouldn't have let him know about these uncomfortable things.

Although he has long been used to these things in the player group, he is not a cold-blooded animal. For this kind of thing, there will still be a little fluctuation in his heart. It is nothing more than being deeply hidden and not showing from his expression That's it.

Based on the intermittent words in the diary, Thorne could guess that the human being mentioned by the dwarf boy who wrote the diary was the owner of the tower.

The special change that happened to the gnomes should be what evil experiments these wizards did on the gnomes, and the final result is unknown.

The only thing he knew was that the town of waterfalls a hundred years ago had been reduced to ruins, and the uncles and aunts in the mouth of the dwarf boy had become the infiltrating bones that the sorceresses not far away were afraid of.

After all, as a dwarf race, their height itself is almost the same as that of a ten-year-old human child. If Thorne hadn't judged them to be a dwarf race based on their skulls, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were children.

"What is recorded on it?" Andrina noticed that Thorne fell into a short silence after reading the content on the metal sheet, and couldn't help looking at him curiously and asked.

"A sad story about the dwarf race." Thorne, who was about to put it away, paused, then turned to look at the curious sorceress and said, "Do you want to see it?"

"Yeah." Anderina hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slowly.

"Okay." Thorne stopped talking, walked over to her and handed the thing over.

After reading the content, Andrina fell into a brief silence like Thorne. After a while, she whispered to Thorne: "Did you say that the dwarf boy who wrote the diary died?"

"This underground secret room is built to imprison these underground gnomes to facilitate some kind of experiment. The walls around are inlaid with solid marble. Even if he is lucky enough to escape from the passage, there are at least two clay demons facing him. Like, it shouldn't be possible to survive."

Thorne walked to the icy wall, looked at the scratches that had been left by the underground gnomes, and spoke his judgment.

"But the handwriting on it looks neat and powerful. It is obviously written with deep hatred. If it is really the kind of environment he is in, it is impossible to write such a clear and purposeful message." Andrina Staring at the text on the sheet, he analyzed Thorne.

"That may also be a dwarf who is good at writing. After all, the lifespan of the dwarf race is at least 400 years. Their teenage years, for human beings, have spent half their lives. In their long life, they have practiced a few It's not surprising to have a skill that you are good at."

Thorne walked over to Andrina, looked at the contents of the sheet carefully again, and guessed.

"This is just our two unilateral inferences." Andrina handed the metal sheet to Thorne, glanced at the infiltrating skeleton not far away that no longer frightened her, and said to Thorne: "You Do you believe in feelings?"

"Feeling?" Thorne put away the dwarf's message with a confused look, and then said: "This kind of intuition that is unclear is sometimes very fulfilled, but sometimes it is unpredictable, so you should not rely too much on it."

"My intuition tells me that this tower is inseparable from the Insight Organization, and this dwarf boy may not have died in this underground secret room." Andrina said.

"You believe in intuition so much. Could it be that you trust the night lord of Stallman Town and that you are willing to follow me to settle in Falls Town alone, is it also based on your intuition?"

After listening to Anderina's words, Thorne looked at her pretty face and subconsciously expressed his inner speculation.

"..." Andrina, who was speechless, glared at Thorne, as if unhappy, and threw her fist at him again, then pretended to be angry and ignored him.

"A spellcaster of yours actually has 16 points of strength?" Suffering an inexplicable blow, Thorne was stunned, and immediately judged the approximate strength attribute of the opponent.

However, he soon realized that the other party's advanced occupation was a dragon vein warlock, which must be related to the bloodline transformation ceremony.

"You can guess this." Andrina, who was still pretending to be angry and didn't want to pay attention to Thorne, couldn't help turning around and looking at him in surprise.

"The arc of your punch just now and the look on your face when you exerted force, you can see that you should have used a three-point force, and then you can directly infer your strength attribute based on the strength of the force."

Feeling the gaze of the other party, Thorne touched his chest and explained to her without much care.

Using the ability of observing words and expressions to judge the strength of the opponent's attack is almost the same as observing the gestures of the caster and chanting incantations to identify what spells they are preparing.

Accurately judging the opponent's attack plays a crucial role in how you correctly deal with the opponent's attack next.

"I heard people say that you can judge a person's charm, intelligence, and perception attributes based on their usual style of doing things. Is it true?" Andrina, who was inexplicably lost, couldn't help looking at Thorne curiously.

"It's true." Thorne nodded: "Because when our players entered the game and tested their own attributes, their strength, agility, and physique were adjusted according to their physical strength. As for the remaining three attributes, they were judged according to their behavior.

For example, a person with high intelligence and low perception is very smart, but lacks common sense. People with high charm and low perception are very popular, but it is difficult for them to judge who is a real friend. People with high perception and low intelligence are , is simple and sensitive. "

"It does sound reasonable." Andrina looked at Thorne and nodded slightly: "So what kind of person do you think I belong to?"

"..." Thorne reluctantly met the other party's half-smile eyes, pondered for a moment and said truthfully:

"Attractive and confident, knowledgeable and curious, but lacking common sense and certain judgment, it can be judged that your intelligence attribute and charisma attribute are very high, and your perception attribute is only 15 points at most."

"What, is the guess wrong?" Thorne couldn't help asking, staring at him a little uncomfortable.

"Almost, then your intelligence attribute must be very low." Andrina nodded and looked at Thorne thoughtfully.

"Intellectual attributes represent a person's exuberant curiosity, rich knowledge and learning ability, and have little to do with IQ, and cannot be generalized."

Thorne looked at his intelligence of only 12 points and explained seriously.

"I see." Andrina looked at Thorne's slightly embarrassed expression, forcing a smile to change the subject: "Do you want to continue exploring this underground secret passage?"

"No, this is just a dungeon for dwarfs, let's keep going up." Seeing that the other party was no longer discussing this change, Thorne said calmly.

Then the two walked towards the top of the tower under the leadership of the small fire element.

...

The second floor of the tower.

Following the footsteps of the fire element, Thorne and Andrina cautiously passed the spiral staircase to the second floor.

In a dimly lit space, the only source of light is the bright glow of the small fire elemental.

Through the dazzling light, the two immediately saw the building on the second floor.

At this time, a rotunda was displayed in front of the two of them, but there were broken stones and a dozen collapsed marble pillars scattered inside, and there were many skeletons of different shapes on the ground.

"It seems that a tragic battle once took place here." Andrina looked at the fighting marks and various decaying weapons around and said slowly.

"Infighting? Or enemy invasion?" Thorne motioned for Andrina to follow, cautiously walking towards the weathered skeleton closest to him.

"If the enemy invaded, why is there no trace of fighting on the first floor of the tower, and the two clay golems are well preserved."

Andrina walked side by side with Thorne, recalling the situation on the first floor.

"Ogres, dwarves, goblins, kobolds, and... it turned out to be a tauren." Thorne picked up a huge skull with horns, slightly surprised.

There were so many evil humanoids in an ordinary tower, so Thorne had to guess whether it was because of these humanoids that the tragedy happened in the town of waterfalls a hundred years ago.

Thorne and Andrina walked to a dwarf corpse that was half leaning against the wall. The dwarf corpse had a set of rusted armor, and there was a rusted dwarven battle axe on the ground next to it, and There was also a trail of blood on the wall that looked like a drag.

After examining it carefully, Thorne analyzed Andrina:

"Obviously, this is a dwarf warrior, and the cause of his death should be that he was hit in the chest by a force field spell, and the powerful impact will instantly knock him from this position to the wall about ten meters away from him.

But the dwarf warrior wrapped in iron cans did not leave any cracks in the solid dark blue marble, only the mottled blood and the cracked armor on the front and back of the chest, telling us his death process and spells Terrible lethality.

From the size of the sunken marks on his chest, it can be seen that it should be the second-ring energy system (force field) spell "Bigby's Assault Fist", but this spell can instantly kill a heavily armored dwarf warrior with one blow , indicating that the wizard who cast this spell is of high level. "

Then Thorne noticed another human corpse in a gray wizard's robe, so he walked over to examine it carefully and said:

"This human wizard should have hit a strong acid spell in his thigh first. Then, in order to prevent the spread of strong acid, the wizard cut off his thigh immediately, endured the pain, took out three glass beads of magic material and cast "Bigby Strike" Fist", killing the dwarf warrior who attacked him, and the dwarf warrior's axe also took the opportunity to slice through his abdomen, splitting his entire body in two. "

"Indeed, as you said, there was a civil war between the wizards in the tower. These evil humanoids should be their captive servants or experiments. It is also possible that their attacks are not afraid of death. It’s often an injury-for-injury play.”

Thorne continued to examine the corpses on the ground, and finally came up with a guess.

"Help me find out what properties this ring has." Suddenly, out of the corner of Thorne's eyes, he found a ring on the phalanx of a corpse dressed as a wizard, and immediately took it off and threw it to Andrina.

"I can't feel any magic on this ring, throw it away, it's useless." Andrina took the ring thrown by Thorne, took a look, and threw it away, shaking her head slightly.

"Woooooo!"

At this moment, a faint cry of despair suddenly echoed throughout the rotunda.

"Zheng!"

Thorne quickly got up and pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, blocking it in front of Anders Lena, while vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding environment.

"Be careful, there may be ghost creatures appearing." Thorne said solemnly to Andrina beside him, and the strange cries made his expression more solemn.

He had encountered ghost creatures in the Lich's secret cave. As long as he found the right way, it was still very easy to deal with.

"Woooooo!"

The mournful mourning reverberated throughout the hall again and again.

Thorne endured the eardrum-piercing wailing and calmly searched for the unknown existence.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The shrill scream echoed in Thorne's mind quickly with an air of icy terror.

——“Soul Soul School (Coping Skill): Perfect Spirit!”

Facing the sudden attack of the soul, there was no panic in Thorne's solemn expression.

Suffer from the howl of the undead!

Will saving throw in progress...

Will save succeeded!

The Howl of the Undead attack has no effect on you!

...

After resisting the attack of the unknown enemy, Thorne immediately noticed Andrina who was in a state of fear. At the same time, a figure appeared strangely behind her.

Through the hazy glowing form of the figure, Thorne could see clearly the true appearance of this phantom.

This is a beautiful woman in a light gray dress. She has long gray hair and reddish eyes. Her tall and slender body is looming under her clothes, and her pale skin reveals a hint of morbidity.

Banshee!

Seeing the figure that appeared, Thorne's pupils shrank suddenly.

Banshees are undead creatures formed from the cursed souls of elven women.

These elves suffer from the pain of life after being cursed by the banshee, and the curse gradually injures them, causing them to decay mentally and physically until they are transformed into undead upon death.

And will be forever bound to the place where she died, unable to leave more than five kilometers away, and they are forced to relive every moment of her life accurately, making it impossible for her to accept the fact that she has died.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame Star!”

When Thorne noticed that the banshee behind Andrina was attacking while she was in a state of fear, Thorne immediately pulled her to his side, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling white light, reflecting the entire hall. like daytime.

"what!!!"

The piercing screeching sound echoed in the rotunda again.

Seeing the painful expression in the ferocious phantom of the banshee, the long sword in Thorne's hand burst into a fiery flame again, and then a fiery wave of fire swept across the unresponsive banshee into the air.

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

The phantoms of the four banshees reappeared, followed by the piercing howl of the undead, but for Thorne, who had been on guard, it was of no use at all.

Thorne glanced at Andrina, who fell into fear again. After confirming that the other party was not in danger, he held the long sword burning with raging flames and rushed to the four banshees at a very fast speed.

- "Supernatural Ability: Touch of Corruption!"

Feeling the aura of negative energy flowing around him, the paladin's ring worn on Thorne's fingers emitted a faint white glow, illuminating his body hazy.

"what!!!"

Then Thorne's long sword took the opportunity to burst into a scorching fire, the scorching high temperature and the magic damage attached to the Demon Slayer Sword, with just one blow, the phantoms of the four banshees were all turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.