Half-elf Ranger

"Plop! Plop!"

Thorne noticed the two drow corpses that suddenly fell to the ground, the pupils hidden in the hood shrank suddenly, he endured the pain of the crossbow arrow penetrating his body, clenched the long sword in his hand, turned and ran away.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, a very high-pitched tone came from the direction of the drow's corpse. This tone was very familiar to Thorne, because it was very similar to the sound of a blade unsheathed.

"That is to say, the unknown enemy hidden in the dark has drawn his sword to him."

Thorne's figure was only a slight pause, and he immediately accelerated his pace and walked towards the complicated tunnel ahead under the leadership of the Fulong Beast.

Now, the "demon fire" effect cast by the drow is about to dissipate, so as long as he enters the complex underground tunnel, he can use the shadow power he masters to disappear from the sight of all pursuers.

Moreover, he is very confident that as long as there is no interference from detection spells, it is almost difficult for anyone or subterranean monsters to detect his presence with strong perception.

Otherwise, he would not have easily ambushed the drow patrol.

Thorne's footsteps gradually accelerated. Although the three wounds on his body were still bleeding, he, with his "tenacity" expertise, seemed to have forgotten the pain under the condition of high concentration, so it was not a big deal. Affects his movement speed.

However, along with the high-pitched sound like a sharp blade unsheathed, it was followed by a rapid and loud sound.

The tone, to Thorne, looked more like a flute of some sort.

There is a high-pitched, bright, fresh and rounded sound in the flute, which sounds out of place in this quiet and deep dark area.

And the sound of the flute seems to be stirring Thorne's nerves, so that he could not help but stop and sit down to appreciate the urge to run away, but he was like being poured a basin of cold water in an instant. Sober, because he sensed a deadly cold murderous intent in the sound of the flute.

He even felt the cold air driven by the sharp blade, which directly tore the air and stabbed at the back of his heart. For him, this was not a beautiful flute, but a deadly rhythm.

"clang!"

Thorne turned abruptly, and with the power of his body spinning, he split a light orange fire.

The two sharp blades collided suddenly, creating brilliant sparks, and the metal screamed in protest.

But this kind of sound is perfectly integrated into the fresh and mellow tone of the flute, so that the flute sound, which had gradually been gradually flattened, became loud and agitated again.

Thorne parted as soon as he confronted the sneak attacking enemy.

However, the first collision between the two sides made him immediately realize that the strength attribute of the other party did not exceed him, and it was more like a skilled swordsman master. This kind of enemy who is proficient in swordsmanship skills is the one he least expects to encounter. arrived.

Because his most obvious shortcoming now is that he always feels a little difficult when dealing with complex and ever-changing swordsmanship, especially when facing drow warriors in the underground world.

So while he slowly retreated to keep a distance from the opponent, the figure of the enemy also fell silently onto a smooth stalactite column like fallen leaves flying in the autumn wind.

The passionate flute sound is also accompanied by the gently falling figure, gradually calming down, as if it is a kind of quiet night flute sound, coming from the open heart, melodiously floating, echoing continuously, lingering with infinite reverie and longing, slowly soaring.

However, Thorne did not silence the flute, but took this opportunity to look up at the figure on the stalactite column.

He could clearly see the attacker's face and the source of the soft voice.

This is a slender and beautiful woman with a scabbard behind her back, and the long sword held upside down exudes a hazy brilliance like moonlight, but the most conspicuous thing is her bright silver white hair and black skin.

This is a female drow.

The long sword in the opponent's hand is also very peculiar, like a hybrid sword. The silver light on the sword body flickers slightly, reflecting the elegant elf notes clearly. The hilt of the sword is like a flute. Flashing, playing a soft flute.

This flute sounded melodious, crisp and soft corresponding, euphemism and clear coexist. Like the sound of nature, it is pleasant to the heart.

Thorne's eyes narrowed slightly. He was surrounded by the flute in his ears, but his mind was not affected at all, because the pain of the wound was always reminding him that now is not the time to relax and enjoy music.

I saw him take a deep breath of cold air, and the long sword in his hand was tightened by him again, because he had already noticed the murderous aura implied by this woman, and the flute sound like the sound of nature slowly rising and falling, and gradually began to welcome a new wave. 's climax.

In the Underdark, hunters never say a word to their prey. Likewise, the prey will not foolishly ask the hunter why he killed him.

Because killing and being killed is a normal thing.

——“Steel Soul School (Stance Skill): Bright and Pure Body!”

"Come on!" Thorne's pupils shrank suddenly, and after making the Fulong beast vigilant around him through the spiritual connection, he instantly activated the stance of the Steel Soul Sect to lock the figure of the woman.

Against a skilled swordsman master, "Clear Body" allows him to focus more on one target while ignoring other opponents.

The long-haired drow seemed to take a slight leap forward, but Thorne sensed the deadly murderous intent.

The sharp blades whistled in the air, creating their own tunes and songs, and as the woman swung her sword closer to Thorne's figure, the soft flute sound became exciting and bright.

"clang!"

Thorne waved his sword again to resist the woman's attack, and the joyous song played by the flute reached its climax in an instant.

Thorne, who suffered the frontal impact of the flute and the sharp blade, couldn't help but tremble in his heart, as if his whole person was caught in the ocean of notes, and an urge to praise Yimei appeared in his mind involuntarily.

The flute continued to float in the air, as if to accompany the attacking woman. She saw her long silver-white hair floating behind and around her, dancing violently as her body rotated and the long sword slashed. Attacking is more like a rhythmic sword dance.

Accompanied by the high-pitched, low-pitched, melodious, and passionate sound of the flute, the blade turned into a silver-like sword light, covering Thorne's body.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With the blessing of the "Clear Body", Thorne observed the opponent's attacking movements, so he swung his sword to meet it, and tried to find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, in the constant confrontation between the two, he could clearly feel that every time he successfully resisted the opponent's sharp blade, the woman's attack was not affected in any way, on the contrary, it became more and more fierce and fast. .

Moreover, her silver-like long sword and his sharp blade frequently collided, not only did not interrupt the high-pitched and bright sound of the flute, but in the woman's waving, it was connected to one side, as if to play a perfect song 's movement.

At this moment, he had the feeling that this woman was not attacking, but dancing gracefully with the accompaniment of the flute.

When the flute is melodious, the woman's flexible body is enough to dance the most tricky thrusts gracefully. When the flute is agitated, the silver-like long sword is like the most turbulent waves.

At the same time, every time the two swords clashed and collided, the metallic screeching sound was perfectly integrated into the flute. Not only did it not interrupt the flute's playing, but instead added a bit of a powerful rhythm.

After just a moment, Thorne began to feel powerless.

"Inspired by the sound of the flute, the other party's attack rhythm is getting faster and faster, but I was affected by the sound of the flute, which caused my attack to start to be distracted." Thorne, who wanted to understand the problem, knew that he couldn't drag it on any longer. .

He had to find a way to interrupt the opponent's attack rhythm, because he not only had to parry the opponent's deadly blade, but also keep his sober mind from being affected by the passionate and melodious flute sound, which led to his increased physical exhaustion and dragging on. He has only one dead end.

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

At this time, in the confrontation between the two, Thorne, who was more and more struggling, deliberately went backwards and went backwards. The other dagger on the waist directly burst into a dazzling flash.

The dazzling white light flashed across the deep darkness, causing the sword-dancing woman to take a moment.

Thorne immediately seized the opportunity, taking advantage of the opponent's dazed moment, stabbed the long sword that was already ready to go like lightning, until the drow elf black onyx bright and slender neck.

But just when he was about to stab the other side's slender figure, the melodious and exciting flute sound of the flute suddenly became sad and tactful, like the sound of a broken flute passing by in the evening wind, intermittently. So that the deep sadness began to permeate his heart.

The long sword in his hand paused involuntarily, causing him to miss the best time to attack, and the fatal blow never pierced.

Moreover, at the moment when he was absent-minded, a cold murderous intent flashed in the pale red eyes of the drow elf, which immediately awakened Thorne who was almost absent-minded, and a cold sweat ran across his pale cheeks.

At the same time, the sad and euphemistic sound of the flute was smoothly played into a climax again, becoming high-pitched and bright, and a long sword flickering with silver light began to dance with the accompaniment of this passionate sound, bursting with fatal explosions. of cold light.

"Crack!"

The precise and elegant blade shattered Thorne's protective field with ease.

Fortunately, though, it was a moment of life for Thorne, who suddenly woke up.

Thorne also perfectly seized this life-saving opportunity, and saw that he took advantage of this gap, instinctively turned to one side, and the blade that originally hit the key stabbed on his left shoulder.

"Pfft!"

Feeling the pain of the sharp blade piercing the flesh again, Thorne gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed a ruthless look.

He allowed this precise and elegant long sword to pierce his shoulders with all his strength, and chose to use the wound-for-wound style of play. The two sharp blades, one long and one short, were all shrouded in bright fire, stabbing the woman's vital parts.

The heat wave hit him, and the drow drew his long sword and stepped back, avoiding Thorne's fierce counterattack.

The high-pitched and bright sound played by the flute gradually became soft and peaceful as the woman stepped back, but it was continuous like a gurgling water.

——“Second Ring Magic: Silence!”

Thorn took advantage of the moment the opponent avoided the attack, and immediately stepped back, leaned his body on the rock wall behind him, took a breath, and then took out the five-star paw print holy emblem and applied a magical technique to himself.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the two sharp blades in his hand again, and under the light orange firelight, he turned into a black shadow and greeted the drow elf.

"The stalker of the Way of Silence?" The moment Thorne took out the wooden holy emblem, the drow who had always kept his eyes on him immediately recognized his identity.

She first glanced at the other person in surprise, and was about to speak when the figure shrouded in the silence technique rushed up.

Thorne didn't dare to waste time. When his mind was finally unaffected by the singing, he endured the pain and breathed a sigh of relief. The two sharp blades in his hand were swung by him with a hot light orange fire, all of which were directed towards Zhuo. The vital greeting of the Elf.

When Thorne approached each other, the murmur of the flute stopped abruptly, and the deep darkness returned to a dead silence again.

The two staggered figures are like a silent spiritual scroll.

…………

At the same time, on the other side of the battle, Fulong Beast stared coldly at the two figures that appeared not far away, its taut body seemed to turn into an arrow from the string and gallop away at any time.

"Don't act rashly, I can feel the danger brought by this magical beast." Among the two figures, a female drow elf with a sheathed long sword on her back confronted a female drow in a sacrificial robe of Rose beside her. The Elf said softly:

"The reason why this magical beast didn't attack us was because it was worried about the safety of its owner, so as long as we stood still, it wouldn't dare to attack casually."

"How did you kill these two drow elves just now?" The drow elf in the sacrificial robe glanced at the silent battle that was almost shrouded in pale orange fire, and asked in a low voice to the woman beside him.

"There is a special advanced profession called: Sword Dancer for the exclusive sacrificial priest who believes in the dark girl." Hearing the abrupt end of the song, the drow elf with a sheathed long sword frowned slightly, glanced worriedly, and then Explain to the girl next to you:

"The sword dancer can let the weapon in his hand move freely as if it has life, and use it to attack the designated enemy."