Half-elf Ranger

Located in the northernmost part of Twin Towers, next to the Neverwinter Sea leading to the Northland Wastes, the Badskull Mountains is a rugged land filled with rocks and ravines washed by rapids, a land of dangerous humanoids and giants 's hometown.

Ogres, hill giants, and trolls often roam this barren land.

It is said that a great giant civilization once occupied the mountain, as many of the tops still have long spiral staircases, tall rough palaces and huge benches for viewing.

Fifty years ago, a large ogre tribe called the Bloodblade brutally attacked from the Barrenskull Mountains, sweeping almost all the civilized settlements in the southern plains of the Barrenskull Mountains.

In the end, the regular army from the city of Sept came and succeeded in preventing the disaster brought by the ogre tribe, and established a fortress against the invasion of mountain creatures on the main road leading to the Wild Head Mountains, which ensured the recovery of the civilized area and the developing.

As the sun faded from the western horizon, the afterglow of dusk faded away, and Thorne's shadow was drawn longer and longer.

He glanced down at the footprints on the ground, the torn grass, and the rude way of driving, and immediately identified the prey.

Ten minutes later, the half-elf ranger finally saw the target he was looking for in a bush.

This is a rudimentary ogre camp, and in the Wildskull Mountains, the most common humanoid creatures are ogres.

It is said that the secrets of the giant family are hidden here, so most of the civilized giants and ogre tribes will not have to migrate to the Wild Skull Mountains on their own, trying to find ancient lost treasures.

The area of ​​the ogre camp is not very large. A few sharpened woods were inserted upside down on the ground to circle a strange shape. The five vulgar ogres were almost naked on the upper body, and the lower body was a piece of flesh. apron made.

Some of them were lounging on the ground, some were playing with half-dead goblins, and some were making necklaces from leftover skulls.

In the middle of the camp were two tattered tents five meters high, which were rudely penetrated by the afterglow of the setting sun.

A terrifying necklace made of two goblin heads strung together around his neck, an ogre leader draped in a ferocious bear skin, walked out, his sharp fangs flashing a pale orange light, Roaring in giant language, the sound is as loud as a cannonball.

The ogres who were resting on the ground muttered the giant language in dissatisfaction and got up reluctantly.

One of the ogres accidentally poked the other ogre's **** with his mace, and the two ogres immediately fought in the camp.

Suddenly, the lazy ogres all became full of energy, and a roar full of power exploded in the camp. Obviously, they were cheering for the two ogres who were fighting.

"Pfft!"

The angry ogre leader was about to start cursing when a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from the camp and pierced his throat precisely. The joyful arc and flames of the arrow quickly spread to the wound, leaving a burning black spot in an instant. Almost traces.

"thump!"

The ogre leader lay on the ground for nothing.

Noticing the movement, the ogre glanced at the thin figure in the bush and was stunned, so much so that the half-finished necklace in his hand fell to the ground. He really couldn't believe that a half-elf could kill them with one blow from such a distance. The strongest leader.

The ogre hesitated for a moment, and his stupid head didn't allow him to think too much, so he picked up the giant wooden stick on the ground, and rushed towards the half-elf with a strange scream.

Noticing the ogre that was about to rush over, Thorne rotated his body to avoid the whistling of the wooden stick, and at the same time gained more power, and then nimbly appeared behind the ogre, with a short sword in his hand closely following another With his long sword, he slashed two shocking bloodstains across the back of the ogre.

The ogre fell down with a whimper, Thorne quickly took a step, and when he came to him, the long sword flashed a cold light, and an ugly head rolled to the other side of the bush with the help of blood eruption.

The four remaining ogres in the camp finally sensed the unexpected enemy with the strong smell of blood and the mournful wailing.

Thorne took a deep breath, recalling in his mind the swordsmanship performed by the wandering swordsman who had been practicing in the past few days. He clenched the two sharp blades in his hand, and his legs suddenly exerted force, turning into a swift black shadow, and went up to meet him alone.

I saw the two swords in his hand swung into a dazzling dance of death. Every time the sword light flashed, it was accompanied by an ogre's pained wailing after being hit, and in just a moment, the four ogres were stunned. fell in a pool of blood.

Thorne glanced at the beating experience reminder, and with his swords sheathed, facing the afterglow that was about to disappear on the horizon, he tracked the next target in the mountains.

...

As night fell and the whole forest fell silent in fear, Thorne glanced at the full moon and countless stars in the night sky overhead, so close they seemed to hang from the treetops.

At this time, a meteor pierced the night sky and disappeared into the distant horizon. The half-elf ranger who looked up at the starry sky didn't make a wish. He was actually thinking why the meteor didn't fall in front of him.

Because this flash of light in the night sky is actually a piece of metal that absorbs the aura of the sun and the moon, and is especially suitable for casting swords.

Compared with buying finished weapons, he is more loyal to using materials to forge the sharpest blade that he can bear the most, but it is a pity that the cherished metal materials are not so easy to come across.

"Whoosh!"

Thorne jumped and jumped onto a sturdy branch, then took out the dry food and water bag, and began to replenish his strength, preparing for the hunt on the full moon night.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the roar of the violent bear came from the depths of the woods, and Thorne, who was eating the unbearable dry food, changed his expression and disappeared into the night.

"Sand! Sand! Sand!"

After a while, a figure leading a black bear appeared in Thorne's sight.

"It turned out to be him!"

With the help of the bright moonlight, Thorne's pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the appearance of the person who came.

"Guilun's believers are arrogant, arrogant and ignorant. Be careful that you are discovered by Mara's believers. In the depths of the valley five hundred meters ahead, there is a small village established by refugees."

The shadow walked under the tree where Thorne was hiding, snorted coldly, and led the well-behaved black bear to disappear into the night without a sound.

...

Thorne followed the direction the shadow pointed to him, and soon saw a village hidden deep in the valley, with torches lit on all sides, and the guards of the arrow tower could be vaguely seen.

"Who?" A man with a bow and arrow noticed Thorne's figure and shouted down vigilantly. At the same time, he held the rope of the alarm pendulum tightly in his hand.

Thorne's figure came out, took off his hood, raised his hands to show that he was not malicious, and said, "Half-elf ranger, traveling adventurer."

After seeing Thorne's appearance, the guard of the Arrow Tower relaxed a little and tapped the rope of the alarm bell gently.

With the crisp and melodious sound of the bell, after a while, the heavy gate rang, and a human man in light armor appeared, followed by five or six vigilant guards. He frowned and looked at Thorne. , asked: "A person?"

"Yes, a lone ranger." Thorne nodded and said with a smile.

When the human man heard the words, there was a hint of surprise in his expression. A skilled half-elf ranger did have the ability to cross the Desolate Skull Mountains alone, and then said, "Are you here to stay overnight?"

"Yes." Thorne nodded again.

There are still five or six hours before the 'deer feast' held by the Mara worshipers. There is no shortage of fallen druids in these crazy worship. In order to prevent the traces from being discovered in advance, he thinks that he should hide to safety for the time being. The place is indeed a good choice.

"Go in, the mountains are very dangerous tonight, it's best to stay here honestly and don't walk around." The human man instructed and led Thorne to the village.