Half-elf Ranger

"How is it? Are you very satisfied?" Seeing Thorne feeling the saddle in a daze, Sigrid leaned forward with a smile and introduced him:

"Do you know what material this cold metal is made of? This is a special material from the shadow plane. When you sit on it, you will be enveloped by a hazy shadow energy, making it difficult for outsiders to detect your presence.

And I also combined the dwarf's clockwork technology to make it have the function of automatically fixing the body, even if I fly in the sky and perform 360-degree difficult movements, as long as you have no fear of heights, you will never fall..."

After being silent for a long time, Thorne withdrew the palm of the saddle, interrupting the other party's introduction, and noticing the girl's gaze, he turned to look at Sigrid next to him, and said with a serious face: "Little girl, I want to ask you a question."

Sigrid's smile on the corner of her mouth was stopped by the serious and serious expression on the Ranger's face in front of her.

So she checked the condition of the saddle subconsciously and found that there was no problem. Then she looked up at the other party and said in a puzzled tone: "What's the problem?"

Although she didn't know the Duan Gourd Ranger for a long time, it was the first time she saw the other person show such a serious expression. I have to say that a handsome man is really attractive when he is serious.

Seeing Thorne's serious expression, Sigaret's idea of ​​letting him serve as her own tool person reassured a bit in her heart. At the same time, the eyeballs began to flicker frequently, as if thinking about a good way.

Thorne glanced at the other party's disturbing flickering eyes, and instantly remembered the same look when the other party had coerced the red dragon Argotus.

So he involuntarily took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from the problem girl, and then slowly said his question:

"You have lived in this underground city for more than 400 years. Have you ever been hit by a falling stone while you were sleeping, or suffered any serious head injury?"

If that was the case, he would feel a little sympathetic to the poor girl, but if not, it would prove that the other party's nature was like this, and he had to consider whether to evacuate early and return to the surface.

It's true that the other party has the whereabouts of the swordsmith master, but being with such a person who likes to play cards out of common sense always makes him feel vaguely uneasy. .

After all, he is not the kind of person who can only hang himself on a tree. The world is so big, and he is not just such a master swordsman.

"Being smashed by a stone?" Sigrid was stunned for a moment, and then saw the ranger deliberately distanced herself from her. She seemed to understand the meaning of the other party's words, so she pointed to her long blond hair that was slightly curled. Covering his head, he said with a faint smile:

"You are so funny, you can just ask me if there is any problem with my brain, and scold me around the corner."

"Isn't it?" Thorne shrugged his shoulders gently, folded his arms and leaned his body on the saddle behind him, and asked with a serious look, and there was nothing funny in his tone.

"Are you disgusted by the fact that I coerced that little red dragon..." Hearing Thorne's rhetorical question, Sigrid lowered her eyes and fell silent for a while, looking up at Thorne who looked a little lazy.

"I didn't mean it that way, I was just curious, but your imagination is very rich." Thorne froze for a moment, reached out and brushed the restless strand of hair on his forehead, and said with a faint smile.

He really had nothing to say about the little red dragon she coerced, so he was surprised that the problem girl was able to think of it in that regard.

This shows that she herself knows that coercion is indeed easy to disgust on the face of it, which means that her conscience is at play.

"Don't you know? Our dragons have a strong sense of territory. Under normal circumstances, when I find other dragons hiding in my territory, I will kill them directly, or make him my loyal servant. ."

Siegrit walked over to Thorne, leaning on the saddle with him, and explained to him, "It is for the sake of my fellow man that I nod and allow him to develop in my domain."

"So you have completely integrated into the role of the dragon family, and you have also inherited the nature of the five-colored evil dragon." Thorne glanced at Sigrid next to him, and said his guess without hesitation:

"But I still know the life characteristics of the black dragon. How should I put it, that kind of dark cave is full of corpses that have been corroded by strong acid and died, flies haunt the fresh corpses, and the whole space exudes the stench of death and decay. . Obviously, you're not that kind of dragon."

"So I'm not a casual person, but when I get up casually, I'm not a person, but a dragon." Sigrid didn't care about Thorne's ridicule, and joked with a smile.

"...Okay, just be happy." Seeing the smile on the other side and the indifferent expression, she was simply an innocent girl, causing Thorne to not know how to answer.

"Although you are all my compatriots, do you know why I didn't agree to Malvasia's invitation to help them protect the territory on the surface?" The two were silent again for a while, and Sigrid suddenly stopped smiling. Said with a melancholy tone.

"Because you are no longer a human, you are a dragon. Four hundred years of dragon birth has already diluted your life for more than ten years. The so-called compatriots are already in the past tense for you, a world without moral constraints. , is to respect the strong."

Thorne noticed the little girl's sad tone, and said what she thought was the most correct opinion.

"You're wrong." Sigrid looked up at Thorne, chuckled, and shook her head.

However, in Thorne's view, there was a hint of sadness in the other party's smile. In fact, he really wanted to stop the other party from continuing to talk, but he was curious about what caused it. He was a little tangled in his heart, and finally Still overcome by curiosity.

I saw the little girl lowered her head, her slightly curly golden hair shrouded her entire facial expression, and she tightened the sheathed long sword in her arms, as if that was her only support.

Then her slightly dim eyes stared at her toes, and said with a voice that was inaudible but just enough for the listener to hear:

"It was very windy that day, and I was shivering while standing on the roof. At that time, I really hoped that someone would come to rescue me at this time, even if I said a word of comfort.

But no, I was the only one standing on the roof, in despair, feeling the expectations of everyone, and they shouted: jump down, jump! And they spoke the words of sneering bystanders..."

Looking at the girl whose face was covered by long hair, the first thought that popped into Thorne's mind was to ask: Did you jump in the end?

However, he still chose to keep his mouth shut.

Immediately afterwards, another thought that popped up made him want to slap himself in the face, because his gaffe unintentionally evoked the girl's painful memories, but he was powerless and didn't know how to comfort the other party.

So Thorne silently left the girl alone and walked out of the small room of the furnace room alone. The heat wave and the pungent air rushed towards him again, and the never-ending furnace radiated light, illuminating the whole room into a dim red light like hell.

The dwarves smashed the luminous metal with their hammers, and the brilliant sparks exploded from the anvil in pieces before disappearing into the spacious furnace room. The hustle and bustle is very annoying.

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The dark area deep underground in the surface world has endless labyrinth-like tunnels and caves, a place where sunlight can never reach. There are countless races and monsters living here, and at the top is the dark elves, also known as drow. .

Somewhere in the Underdark, there is a town belonging to the drow elves in a large cave. The drow elves who live here use the power of slaves and magic to carve and transform the stalactites and rock walls in the cave to form An exquisite and great town full of conspiracy and betrayal.

In this quiet town, groups of silent drow elves like ghosts, riding cold-blooded lizards, patrol the alleys like cobwebs.

At this time, near the city gate of the town, a male drow elf shrouded in a cloak walked to the city gate in embarrassment and shouted in a hiss:

"Open the city gate, I am a patrol member of the Wan Ruide family. I have important information to report to the mistress."

The five drow guards on the tower, all wearing chain armor and wearing scimitars, looked at each other with scarlet eyes, nodded secretly, and then all jumped down using the drow's innate spell "levitating".

"Saris, the black dragon's kobold army has come, hurry up and report to the mistress." The embarrassed drow warrior said with a terrified scream.

"Black Dragon? It's finally here, we've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

After listening to the other party's words, the drow warrior named Sharis in the lead evoked a strange sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp machete suddenly came out of its sheath, a cold light flashed, and a terrified head flew into the dust.

"The black dragon is about to attack this town, and the Wan Ruide family is about to end, so our undercover mission is finally over. Let's go, before the black dragon arrives, we will return to the king city immediately and gather the people in the king city. All compatriots, destroy the Wanruide family!"

Sharish put the machete into the scabbard, gave a few orders to the people behind him, and whispered to himself, "In this case, we can be considered to have a place in the royal city."

As soon as the words fell, the five drow elves disappeared into the silent darkness, only one detached corpse continued to pollute the fluorescent flora.