Half-elf Ranger

In the cold end of the year, the sky is gloomy, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the vast wilderness is icy and snowy, and the eyes are covered in silver.

There are few people walking on the streets of Waterfall Town. Occasionally, some people are wrapped in thick animal skins and cotton-padded coats, stepping on the white snow, snorting white air, and hurriedly cross the streets.

Thorne stepped barefoot on the icy street, the frigid wind blew his thin linen clothes, and in the eyes of passersby, he walked towards the upper city step by step.

The town of Waterfall is the closest to the Neverwinter Sea, and the cold wind like a knife is even more severe. Even if he has obtained the "Lower Cold Resistance" feat, he has to use the Steel Soul Sect's countermeasure "Spiritual Armor" at intervals. Body" to dispel the bone-chilling cold in the body.

"Ranger with facial paralysis, please stay." As Thorne walked slowly forward, an abrupt voice with a languid breath, wrapped in the whistling cold wind, drifted into his ears.

Thorne looked startled and stopped.

First, this lazy voice is not familiar to him at all. He is a ranger, and he is particularly sensitive to the judgment of smell and sound. As long as it is the sound he has heard or smelled, he will be impressed.

Second, when he walked over just now, he didn't find anyone, and his keen intuition didn't hear any squeaks from stepping on the snow.

So, how did this strange and unfamiliar voice sound?

Thorne faced the knife-like cold wind and stood there for a moment to ponder, and finally chose to turn around slowly.

The cold wind, wrapped in pieces of flying snow, fluttered in the sky, like catkins on a spring day, falling on every corner of the waterfall town. In just a moment, all the hurried footprints were covered up.

Thorne, who looked back, didn't find a single figure, and didn't see any traces of walking. The sound of the cold wind blowing into his ears just now was more like his hallucination.

The puzzled Thorne turned around and was about to continue walking towards the upper city.

However, when he turned around, at a distance of five meters away from him, a young man in a thin black cloth with his hands in his sleeves appeared strangely, with a ponytail in his mouth, just like that. Standing in the wind and snow, he looked at himself with a half-smile.

Thorne looked at the black short-haired man in front of him and wondered, "You are looking for me?"

The person who appeared in front of him was too strange. From the lazy demeanor and condescending appearance of the other party, Thorne immediately concluded that the other party was a player, but the strangeness of the young man revealed various mysteries.

"Looking for you?" The young man standing not far from Thorne chuckled, spat out the ponytail in his mouth, yawned, and said with a beating expression: "I'm calling the face paralyzed ranger. , if you admit it, I'm looking for you."

"Who the **** are you?" Thorne's expression sank. In just a moment, his whole body was covered with snowflakes, but the other party was clean. He didn't find any fluctuations in the magic light, and he didn't know the origin of the person in front of him. A little skeptical.

"Who am I?" The young man still chuckled, with a beating expression on his face, winked at Thorne, and said, "I'm a fortune teller, do you want me to help you figure it out?"

"No need." Thorne refused directly, and then walked on the snow.

"Young man, don't be so irritable." When Thorne walked up to the young man, the young man smiled and pushed Thorne's body slightly, and returned to his original position under his surprised eyes.

"Young man, I see that you are gifted with extraordinary talents and amazed by your bones. I think you are a rare genius that you have rarely seen in a hundred years. How can I accept you as a disciple and prove the eternal avenue?" Putting his hand in his sleeve, he said with a smile.

"Didn't you say you're a fortune teller?" Thorne calmed down his turbulent heart and said blankly, "Then, help me figure out my future destiny."

"That's pretty much it." The young man smiled, first giving Thorne a deep look, then pacing back and forth in the flying snowflakes pretending to be contemplative.

It went on like this for a while, and said with a smile: "Young man, I can't see it, your life is pretty good, marry Bai Fumei, and go to the pinnacle of life."

"..." Thorne glanced at the snow field where the other party was pacing back and forth without leaving any marks, and then glanced at the young man speechless: "Thank you, then I can go now?"

"All the gifts that are given by fate are secretly marked with a price." Just as Thorne was about to leave, the young man changed his beating expression and looked at Thorne solemnly: "So, one day it will be All paid back."

"What do you mean?" Thorne's expression sank, and he always felt that the words of the man in front of him had hidden inexplicable mysteries.

"To put it simply, there is no love for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason. No matter how much you get, you will eventually return all the money with the profit." The young man chuckled and walked to Thorne's side. He blinked and said in a low voice, "For example, Nine Swords."

This time, Thorne was finally not calm, and his doubts in his heart had been answered, and then he took a deep breath of cold air, and said without any ups and downs in his tone: "Then may I ask, the so-called even the principal and the profit are all returned. When are you going back?"

"When the entire emerald field turns into a dead and barren desert, I will come back to collect the bill." The young man's face was full of a beating smile.

"That's probably going to disappoint you, because that day will never come." Thorne said firmly and solemnly.

"Really? Let's wait and see." The young man dropped a sentence, walked past Thorne, suddenly stopped, turned his back to Thorne and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you my name. ."

"The gods call me: Godslayer, my friends call me: Planar Insight, and I call myself: The Swordsman. When the entire emerald field turns into a dead and barren desert, I will come back and collect the bill. ." After the young man finished speaking, he disappeared into the wind and snow.

"The ferryman, the man on credit, what is the name of the last one?" Thorne glanced at the back of the other party's departure, and also disappeared into the snow-filled Xiacheng District.

...

The gloomy sky, the dark clouds on the top, and the heavy snow flying down one after another, seems to hang an endless snow curtain between the sky and the earth.

Some snow-covered wilderness in the Emerald Fields.

"Planar Insight, you have finally appeared, I have been waiting for you for a long time." A soft and crisp voice was wrapped in the whistling cold wind and floated to the distant sky.

"Oh, so it's Little Nightingale. Is your family still comfortable living in the Black Pearl Forest?" The moment the young man appeared, a lazy voice sounded at the same time.

"The Black Pearl Forest you mentioned has turned into a dead and barren desert. It didn't come true, so have you brought what I need?" The figure of Nightingale Walker emerged from the snow and her pale green eyes were cold. Staring at the young man coldly, he said slowly.

"All the gifts given by fate have been marked with prices in secret. Are you ready? Little Nightingale." The young man put his hands in his sleeves and leaned against the big tree, not paying attention to the other party's cold eyes , said with a smile.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Nightingale Walker stood with his hands behind his back, looked east, and said calmly.

"Okay, when the entire emerald field turns into a dead and barren desert, I will come back to collect the bill." The young man said with a smile, took out a pale green bead from his pocket, threw it to the Nightingale Walker, and disappeared. in the vast white snow.

...

When the snowflakes flew and danced in the cold wind, they were blocked by an invisible protective barrier when they reached the surroundings of the wizard's tower, and fluttered to the ground.

Winter City, the topmost floor of the Wizard's Tower.

Sitting cross-legged beside the crystal ball, the legendary wizard Kaladena suddenly opened his icy eyes, a murderous look appeared on his old face, and said coldly, "How dare you break into my wizard's tower!"

"boom!"

A magic staff covered with twisted patterns suddenly appeared in the hands of the legendary wizard, and he was shrouded in mist. He waved the staff and smashed it **** the ground, and an invisible energy wave turned into a rapid rush towards the entire tower. diffusion.

At the same time, the mithril brilliance at the top of the wizard's tower flashed a magic aura, closing all the transmission channels of the wizard's tower in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Taring's cold mechanical sound sounded:

——The Eye of Insight locks the target!

——Space Anchor Lock is on!

——All the channels of different dimension planes have been closed!

——Start the diamond golem sniper program!

- Start the Rainbow Golem Shine Program!

——Start the strangling golem disintegration program!

- The energy laser beam is activated!

——The Black Blade of Calamity has been activated!

...

"Young man, don't be so irritable." Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared strangely in front of the legendary wizard, with his hands in his sleeves, leaning against the wall and said lazily.

The moment he appeared, all the energy release channels flickering with colorful magical auras all locked his body.

A sphere of multicolored light, the rainbow golem floated above his head.

The diamond golem's seemingly unremarkable mithril holy sword poses strangely.

The strangling golem turned into a tangled pile of activated ropes, surging wildly on the ground.

The black long sword formed in the different dimension space pierced through the space and appeared in front of him.

When a bowl-sized red dot gently enveloped his face, the young man's expression suddenly fluctuated.

Then he returned to his lazy expression and said with a smile, "Xiao De, I haven't seen you for so many years, and I've become a grandfather."

"It's you!" The legendary wizard Kaladena's face twitched, and with a wave of his hand, all defensive measures disappeared.

"The enemy is chasing too hard, so I won't talk nonsense. This is a key given to me by your ancestors. You should know what it is for." The key disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The legendary wizard Kaladena looked at the black key in his hand, and his expression became unprecedentedly solemn. Then he took out a wooden box with delicate patterns, inserted the key into the hole, and the wooden box opened with a 'click' sound.

"It turned out to be a plan to create a god! The Church of the Patronus!" The legendary wizard Kaladena looked at the ashes and whispered in a trembling voice.

"Open the teleportation channel, destination: Sigil City!" The legendary wizard whispered to Ta Ling.

When he noticed the oval teleportation channel that appeared in front of him, he stepped in immediately.