Half-elf Ranger

In the dimly lit bar room, except for the shimmering magic crystals on the bar counter, there are only a few potted plants in the corner of noctilucent mushrooms that emit a pale blue light.

The bar is very quiet, in sharp contrast to the noisy shouting and roaring outside the door, and this quietness is different from the deep depression in the underground world. The feeling here is more like a pleasant relaxation. feel.

There are neatly arranged tables and chairs in this not very spacious bar room, but not many people enjoy the quiet here.

"Hey, have you heard? The black dragon is going to ravage the town of the dark elves again. It's so cool!" At this moment, a troll dressed as a hunter was lying on the table, with his head slightly forward. , whispered something towards a gentle-looking goblin across from him.

"I know that." A goblin in a fancy coat and a wide-brimmed hat put down the wine glass in his hand in a slow manner, reached out and gently stroked the shift beast tentacles sewn on both sides of the hat crown, sighing He breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "It's a pity that the batch of goods I just acquired has to be cheap for that crazy black dragon."

"Where did you escape from?" The troll hunter took a sip of the orange liquor in the glass goblet with a very funny and elegant gesture, slapped his mouth vulgarly, and looked at the goblin in confusion.

"Yeah, fortunately, I recently bought a sturdy mount at the slave market, otherwise it will be turned to ashes by flames."

The goblin turned around subconsciously and glanced at the back of the bar, an ogre waiter who was carefully wiping the wine glass with his palm-like palm, and said happily.

"Flame? Didn't the black dragon spray strong acid?" The troll hunter paused as he raised the wine glass.

"Who knows, it may be the companion of the black dragon. The fireball the size of the basin is shocking to think about. If it weren't for my ogre mount, which usually eats well and runs fast, it would almost be sealed by the fire wall."

The goblin remembered the whistling fireball, and the blue wine in the wine glass rippled, suddenly showing a gloating expression, and said excitedly:

"The mistress of the Wan Ruide family was tragic. First, she was drowned by the flames of the fireball explosion, and then the black dragon took the opportunity to slaughter it in the air, shot it into the air, and fell into a floating state. The arrow pierced through her chest. Good guy, this set of tricks is connected, and it teaches her to be a person in an instant."

"It's obviously that the black dragon is raising them as pigs. I heard from the locals that every three or five years, the black dragon will come to wreak havoc. The Black Leather Council of Rezim King City also doesn't know what to think, so it likes to be treated as a pig so much. Is this their masochistic nature?"

The troll hunter gently swayed the orange liquid in the glass goblet, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his hideous mouth.

"Unless it's a legendary squad, how can dragons be so easy to kill." The goblin turned his head to look at the counter and smiled:

"However, this black dragon is quite interesting. I heard that there was a time when the black skin of Rezim King City did launch a large-scale dragon slaying operation. Who would have thought that it was an adult black dragon that would hide its strength, and then He was sent a cool song by Heilong.

There is no conspiracy brewing recently. As a result, the town of the outpost has been destroyed, and the people who lurked in the ruined city have not yet returned. I am afraid it is a tragedy. "

"Isn't it right?" As he spoke, the goblin was startled and said to himself with some doubts: "Judging by the size of the black dragon, the black dragon that attacked the town yesterday was at least in his prime. Could it be this? Is the black dragon still hiding his strength?"

At this time, along with the opening and closing of the door of the bar, the wind chimes on the door curtain made a crisp sound.

The guests in the bar all stared at the two figures entering the door.

"Hey, don't you often go to the surface to hang out? Look at the identity of the man beside the blond girl." The troll hunter glanced at the two of them at the door in surprise, and whispered to the goblin.

"It's a half-elf. Judging from his clothes, his occupation should be... a ranger." The goblin retracted his gaze and whispered: "It's interesting, one human, one half-elf, and two surface races, they are How did you get here?"

At the same time, a female Drow, who was leaning on a reclining chair behind the counter and shrouded in smoke, also stood up.

She elegantly held a slender pipe in one hand and wrapped the other around her chest, leaning halfway against the counter, looking at the blond girl at the door, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Lily, I finally have time to see my sister. ."

"Sister Hong, hello, old rules, the most expensive wine here, two glasses of scarlet blood." The blond girl waved her hand and greeted the female owner of the bar happily. She glanced at the ranger beside her and smiled. said.

"I don't drink, do you have juice? If not, just a glass of plain water."

The ranger beside the blond girl frowned slightly, then stretched out, looking at the drow elf in the bright red evening dress inside the counter, and squeezed out a smile.

"He's... your... knight?" The drow ignored the ranger, paused for a moment, and looked at the blonde girl in front of him with a half-smile.

"His name is Thorne, a half-elf ranger from the surface. He is my friend for now." The blonde girl pointed to the ranger beside her and introduced with a smile.

"Hello, little ranger from...surface...welcome to Beacon Town, just like the sign you see, my name is Katarina, or you can also call me Hongjie like little Lily." The bar girl The boss gave Thorne a beautiful smile.

However, when she mentioned the surface, her expression was obviously dazed, and a touch of sadness disappeared in a flash.

Thorne nodded calmly, directly ignoring the drow beauty who smiled like a fox in front of him, lightly touched Sigrid's arm, and motioned for the other party to move towards the seat.

As Sigritte and Thorne took their seats, the customers in the bar also looked away from Thorne and began to whisper.

Obviously, she was very surprised that the female bar owner knew this girl, and she was surprised by a surface ranger wandering in the Underdark.

"Is she a player from the same era as you?" Thorne sat on the chair, looked at the girl in front of him, and used telepathy to convey his doubts.

"Yes, Sister Hong is a quasi-legendary warlock who has always settled in this lighthouse town. As long as you don't kill people and set fires here, you can be guaranteed absolute safety.

Moreover, this underground bar is exclusively for our players, and the original residents will be directly blocked by the prohibition set at the door.

The master swordsmith is also hidden in this town, and I will take you there in a moment. "Sigrit responded with a smile, blinking her pale green eyes at Thorne.

"In four hundred years, I haven't reached the Legend of Destiny, isn't it a bit too..." Thorne glanced at the red figure shrouded in smoke in the counter in surprise.

After all, the godslayers already have the ability to challenge the gods, and they can instantly kill the incarnation of the gods by raising their hands. This is what he has seen with his own eyes. Therefore, I deeply doubted the strength of the female bar owner.

Then he looked around again and looked at the scattered players and drinkers, and suddenly he was surprised to find that the players here, in addition to the familiar races such as gray dwarves, goblins, trolls, and ogres, even There is an octopus brother who is hiding in a corner and drinking alone.

It turned out that all the wonderful players gathered in the underground world, and Thorne couldn't help but sigh.

"Are you trying to say that she's a little too vegetable, too salty." Sigrid chuckled, then sighed slightly:

"Except for our dragon clan to sleep to increase their strength, almost all the legends of destiny need to find a path of their own destiny, and Sister Hong has a heart knot that has not been solved, so it has been stagnant."

"Are you troubled by love?" Thorne suddenly remembered the trance and faint sadness in his expression when he mentioned the surface, so he guessed subconsciously.

"I didn't expect you to see it." Sigrid unexpectedly glanced at Thorne, was silent for a moment, and then said:

"It's a drow swordsman master named Ward. It is said that he was on an adventure to the surface, and then he returned to the surface and was directly...too...disappeared."

"Dark Elf? Ward?" Thorne mused on his forehead when he heard the familiar name.

Siegrit noticed Thorne's strange expression, blinking a pair of pale green eyes and watching him quietly.

"Is it him?"

Thorne whispered to himself that he once met a man who called himself Ward in the ruins of Talan Village.

Although the opponent was covered with a cloak, he could still tell that he was a male drow. And before he left, he inexplicably gave him a book about wandering swordsmen.

"Do you know him?" Sigrid subconsciously glanced in the direction of the counter and blurted out.

"I'm not sure about this, because I'm not sure if it's the same person." Thorne shook his head slightly and said, "I only know that his name is also Ward, and he is also a drow elf."

As for the identity of the other party, it is more like the personal guard of the young city master of Winter City, which is not in line with his strength as a player.

Could it be that the guy's heart is not open?

Thorne glanced at the counter, and could not help but maliciously guess the story behind this pair of idiots.

"Would you like to go over and ask for proof?" Sigrid paused for a moment, and made a look of eagerness to try.

"It's not good. After all, love depends on one's wishes. If the other party doesn't want to meet, wouldn't it be embarrassing, so it's better for outsiders not to interfere."

Although Thorne doesn't know much about the relationship between men and women, he also understands the general meaning of the word fate.

When it comes to the relationship between a man and a woman, it's okay to have a good relationship. It would be embarrassing if it deepens the other party's unbearable memory, so if you kill him, he won't make a cameo role as a matchmaker.

If both sides really have each other in their hearts, why bother to wait for hundreds of years without seeing each other.

"It's like you understand it very well." Sigrid nodded with a vague understanding, suddenly winked at Thorne, and asked curiously, "Then how did you and Andrina know each other? Are you chasing her? Or is she chasing you?"

"...It's nothing for you to worry about. What do you know, a little brat." Thorne paused, noticing the meaningful gaze of the other party, and was too lazy to answer the question.

"Hello, two friends from the surface, excuse me, can I sit here?" At this moment, a slow voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Please." Thorne glanced at the bells and whistles, and nodded.

This is a male goblin player. Seeing this gentle-looking goblin, Thorne can't help but think of the goblin wizard Malvasia, because the other party is studying how to grow good quality goblins.

"Introduce myself, my name is Charlotte, a businessman who wanders underground and on the surface." The goblin businessman pulled out his chair and jumped up flexibly, introducing himself first.

"Then do you still know Ma Dongmei?" Sigrid's eyes lit up when she heard the name, and she laughed outright: "Do you have a lot of troubles too?"

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Feeling the gazes of all the drinkers looking at them like a fool, Thorne moved his chair subconsciously to distance himself from the teasing girl.

"Although I don't quite understand what Ma Hemei means. But this little girl, you are right about one thing. I do have a lot of troubles. People in this bar like to call them: troubled merchants."

The goblin businessman was obviously used to it, and saw him smiling slightly, not caring about the other party's ridicule, and said calmly.

"So your full name is: Charlotte Troubled Merchant, right?" Sigrid took another sentence.

"Then what's the matter with you?" Thorne glared at the girl and saw her obediently shutting up, so he asked the goblin businessman straight to the point.

"I'm the owner of the goblin caravan. Merchants, in business, if the two of you have anything you want to buy, or if you have any good things you want to sell, you can contact me." The goblin merchant is not in a hurry to explain his intentions.

"But why does the word 'goblin profiteer' come to mind when I see you." Sigrid cupped her cheeks with both hands, leaned her elbows on the table, and showed a naive smile that was reserved for young girls.

"Little girl, what you said is serious. At least among our players, my credibility can still be guaranteed." The goblin businessman nodded and smiled at the girl, and turned his eyes to Thorne:

"Mr. Ranger, I can tell you very clearly that within the sphere of influence of the Royal Rezim City, there is almost nothing that I can't get."

"Really?" Thorne's doubts seemed to be asking himself, and then he was silent for a moment, and said the request in his heart: "I need about a kilogram of pearl steel, can you help me collect it?"

"Pearl steel? I know this material. It is a metal that exudes blue and white brilliance. It can only be found near submarine craters. It is regarded as the highest reward by all submarine races, and it is a relatively precious forging material. "

The goblin merchant glanced at Thorne in surprise and said with a smile, "I didn't expect this Mr. Ranger to have such a big appetite. Could it be that I really met a big customer today?"

"You can say if you can get it." Thorne didn't want to talk too much with the other party, and said directly: "As for how many gold coins I need, I still know in my heart, and you can rest assured that I can fully afford it."

Pearl steel, as the goblin merchants say, is a metallic material that comes from underwater volcanoes.

Since he needs to forge weapons, he specifically asked Malvasia, and the advice the other party gave him was pearl steel. Only when this material is fused with aurora color steel can it be of the greatest value.

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