Half-elf Ranger

Under the bleak moonlight, in the ruins where everything is quiet.

"Clap!"

Thorne's figure jumped down from the mound and landed lightly on the ground, making a small sound.

A few carrion-eating birds that were feasting beside the corpse of the lizardmen were startled by the uninvited guests, and immediately flew away, leaving hoarse screams in the dark night.

Beside the other corpses, the six Wargs squatted there, blood ticking from their stinky, blood-stained mouths, breathing white air, and their green pupils stared coldly at the uninvited ranger.

Sniffing the disgusting smell of blood in the air, Thorne slowly moved forward under the eager eyes. He stepped over a corpse whose thigh was missing, and glanced at a few predators lightly. The black eyes hidden in the hood are bright and sharp.

"Uuuuuu..."

In the bleak silvery night, the savage Warg swept across the Ranger's sharp eyes, his sturdy body trembled, and then he lowered his head and let out a whimpering wailing.

Immediately afterwards, these ferocious beasts turned around and ran to the depths of the ruins as if they had been ordered.

They ran unhurriedly, occasionally looking back at the uninvited guest and the leftover lizardman corpse.

——“Steel Soul School (Stance Skill): Listening to the Sound Discriminator!”

When Thorne's thoughts moved, the energy of Qi rushed to his ears, and his mind became extremely sharp due to his high concentration.

He easily heard the sound of the warg stepping on dead branches and gravel from the path where the warg disappeared, and stopped to look back.

I even heard the small footsteps of the little wizard hiding in the cellar coming out without heeding the advice.

"Clap!"

Suddenly, the movement of a stone falling to the ground caught Thorne's scrutiny.

His calm gaze slowly moved to the position where the stone fell to the ground, and his right hand also touched the position of the sword hilt that reassured him the most.

- "Death attack!"

The moment he grasped the hilt, Thorne suddenly felt the air flow behind him accelerate, and the faint shadow energy overflowed in the breeze.

"clang!"

The piercing symphony of gold and iron exploded in the night sky, flashing brilliant sparks, and at the same time scared away a few greedy wolves peeping in secret.

Immediately, the two colliding figures spread out, each holding a sharp blade, occupying a position exclusively for them, and also posing the most favorable offensive posture.

Thorne calmly watched the opponent whose long dry white hair was lifted by the breeze not far away.

I saw that he was raising his arrogant head, smiling and slowly pulling out a straight-edged sword from behind with a cold light, and then very frivolously reaching out and hooking his fingers at him, showing a provocative move.

Thorne smiled and nodded slightly in response.

Immediately afterwards, the muscles of his whole body suddenly tightened, and the lean body hidden in the cloak rushed up like an arrow from the string.

"Clang clang!"

In the darkness of the night, the sharp blades rubbed against each other to screeching protests, and the splendid Mars, not to be outdone, burst into pieces from the staggered figures.

Drow Sword Master!

After several rounds of confrontation, Thorne recognized the opponent's profession.

As someone who has been in the Underdark for a while, he is very familiar with the advanced professional swordsmanship master of the dark elves.

This is a melee class advanced from the basic class Drow Warrior.

Drow warriors and drow sword masters are a set of the most suitable strengthening routes carefully designed for male dark elf warriors based on their own racial characteristics.

Although a dark elf who can successfully advance to a swordsmanship master is almost always a leader or an elite warrior in his own family.

But in this royal city of Rezim, which is full of infighting, Thorne still encountered several master swordsmen who were imprisoned because of infighting failures in the arena.

Therefore, he is still very familiar with the exquisite sword moves and attack methods that these drow swordsmen masters are good at.

Among them, the core professional specialty of the drow swordsmanship masters is "sword like a god", a powerful specialty that can greatly enhance their swordsmanship attack speed and deadly accuracy.

Only by mastering this expertise can one be qualified to become a qualified swordsman master.

Even the native dark elves with relatively good talent need more than ten years of practice and training to master it successfully.

Although dark elves have a long lifespan, in a society full of infighting since their womb, ten years is a very long time for them, and it is obviously impossible to practice skills safely.

Of course, for their players, they only need to meet a few prerequisites for an advanced swordsman master to successfully master it.

Although the Sword Master is a relatively powerful advanced profession in the dark elf society, for Thorne, its degree of danger is not as terrible as imagined.

After all, he also learned a special swordsmanship that mixed the wandering swordsman and the swordsman under the guidance of Karlock.

Even if he hadn't mastered it over time, it was not difficult for him to deal with some enemies with similar strengths one-on-one with the Steel Soul Sect's moves.

Just like the opponent in front of him, although his swordsmanship is very fast and delicate, so that he can hardly find any flaws, the extremely sharp attack of the opponent's straight-edged sword is also completely resisted by the swordsmanship skills he has mastered.

It can be seen from this that his six-dimensional attributes and hard power are definitely higher than his opponents.

At least he hasn't even used a skill yet.

Thorne sideways dodged the opponent's thrust, and the Mofeng Sword surrounded by faint flames took advantage of the situation to strike a horizontal slash. The target of the attack was very clear, pointing directly at the enemy's abdomen only covered by dark black chain armor.

"clang!"

The opponent drew back the knife, and the two sharp blades were entangled together, rubbing out a harsh symphony and a series of fine sparks.

- "Sword for sword!"

Immediately afterwards, the sword master's wrist with the knife turned slightly, and the straight-edged knife in his hand that parried the sharp sword followed his wrist rotation, successfully deflecting Thorne's attacking weapon, and at the same time, the sharp wind of the blade raised back to the most. Fierce and deadly counterattack.

"I've been guarding your hand for a long time." Thorne was not surprised but happy when he noticed the shifted blade.

"Sword for Sword" belongs to the deadliest sword move of the drow swordsman in the duel.

Its effect is similar to the defensive and counterattack feat of "Integrating Defense and Offense", but it is more like its enhanced version, the only difference is that it is only useful for light blade weapons.

In order to successfully master the "Sword for Sword" feat, in addition to the pre-specialty "Defense and Offense", the agility attribute must reach 20 points, and there are also very high requirements for physical coordination and toughness.

Of all humanoid races, elves (including dark elves) have the best physical flexibility.

This natural flexibility can even allow them to do some difficult movements and various positions that are unbelievable for normal people.

Likewise, this difficult combat technique is relatively easy to master.

In the face of the opponent's strange and tricky counterattack, Thorne's left hand had already been pressed on the position of the other sword in advance, ready to go.

"Zheng!"

As soon as the blade approached, he drew out a steel soul sword that radiated pale blue light in the bleak moonlight like lightning, and used the sharp attack of the drawn sword to successfully knock the straight-edged sword that hit his chest away.

——“Steel Soul School (Strike Skill): Jade Slash!”

At the same time, Thorne, who succeeded in the attack, took advantage of the moment when the opponent's attack failed and was amazed. His concentrated mental power took advantage of the situation to capture the weakness in his defense. chest.

- "Whirlwind Attack!"

Just when Thorne's attack was about to succeed, the momentum of the swordsman master suddenly changed, and the offensive suddenly became extremely fierce. While parrying the Mofeng sword, the straight-edged sword in his hand directly turned into afterimages, forming invisible lines. The blade wind, like a raging wind, raised the leftover leaves on the ground, and also forced back the offensive of Thorne's double swords counterattack.

Thorne looked at the attack launched by the swordsman master, a look of surprise flashed in his solemn eyes, and said to himself: "Have you mastered the "Whirlwind Attack" so skillfully? "

"Whirlwind Attack" is also a move of the Sword Master. If it is their player, as long as the Sword Master level is raised to level 5, it can be automatically mastered.

This move can not only deal with a group of enemies, but also can display the most ferocious offensive in a duel.

Through the observation just now, Thorne judged that the opponent's "Whirlwind Attack" has at least reached the proficient level.

However, his attacks seemed to be continuous like a violent storm. Under normal circumstances, the enemy would have been slashed by the blade or disarmed and surrendered.

In terms of Thorne's strength, the threat to him is not as great as he imagined.

As long as he can block all of them or distance them directly, the opponent will reveal obvious flaws at the moment of the end.

Moreover, the most important thing is that the "Whirlwind Attack" of this master swordsman cannot exert its real power without the cooperation of "Qi Lifting Slash".

His "Whirlwind Attack" seems to be more proficient than the orc swordsman Kutaig, but the threat does not match the swordsman's "Qi Raising Slash".

"Clang clang!"

In the ruins, the symphony of metal colliding sounded again, and the splendid sparks also burst out again and again.

In the face of such a ferocious offensive, Thorne naturally wouldn't be stubborn, but chose to avoid the edge for a while, while waving his double swords to block the blade, he kept going backwards.

After a while, he was continuously forced back a dozen steps by the opponent's offensive.

However, when Thorne was about to be cornered, the Sword Master's "Whirlwind Attack" was also coming to an end. After all, this was a high-explosive move, and the consumption of physical strength was still very serious.

——“Steel Soul School (Strike Skill): Jade Slash!”

At the moment of the end of the attack, Thorne did not miss this opportunity, seized the flaw of the swordsman master in an instant, and launched the most ferocious counterattack.

I saw the Mofeng Sword in his hand ready to go, and the Steel Soul Sword flickered with sword shadows all the way to the target's neck.

"Don't be impulsive, it's your own."

When Thorne's sword fell on the opponent's shoulder, he stopped suddenly, and turned to the little wizard who had just arrived behind him and was preparing to cast spell support.

Pardo was stunned when he heard the words, and then forcibly stopped the unfinished spell.

"Why are you here?" At the same time, the unanimous question of the two warring men also sounded in the ruins.

"...The last time I came to Twilight Town, I saw a piece of equipment I liked from the plane merchant. Because of my tight hands, I passed it by, so I came back."

Thorne returned his swords to the sheath, looked at the half-drow assassin Horat from Twilight Town, and said with a smile: "What about you? Could it be the same as me? Why didn't you tell me earlier, I'll bring it back for you? That's alright, I'll have to trouble you to make a trip in person."

"Cut! Who believes your nonsense." Horat squinted at the smiling ranger and pouted.

All the way from Waterfall Town to Twilight Town just for a piece of equipment, for Holart, this kind of lie thinner than rice paper is just to coax children.

However, he was very sensible and did not choose to ask more.

After he finished speaking, he put away his weapon, kicked away a lizardman corpse lying on a stone and had its half head gnawed away, and then sat directly on it without any hesitation.

Then, under Thorne's gaze, he took out a delicate small pipe from his pocket, lit it, took two hard puffs, took a few deep breaths, and smashed it again. He just pointed to Pardo, who just came over, and explained his purpose: "I'm here for this little guy."

"Speaking of which, how did the two of you get together?" After Horat finished speaking, he seemed to sense something was wrong, and his pale red eyes hovered over the two of them for a while, wondering.

"It happened by chance." Thorne stopped the little wizard's words with his eyes, and said to Horat, who was breathing smoke.

He was telling the truth, because the two of them did meet by chance, and he also guessed the real purpose of this guy running here at night.

"Hello, this little wizard who looks a little cute, get to know me, I'm Horat from Twilight Town." After hearing Thorne's answer, Horat looked relieved, and immediately got up and walked in front of Pardo , introduced himself enthusiastically.

"Pardo from Winter City." Pardo reached out and shook hands with him, said his name, and then cast his doubtful gaze on the half-drow assassin in front of him.

"Guest from Taran Village notified me with his animal companion, claiming that an arcanist player from Winter City was on his way to Twilight Town. I'm not afraid that you will be in danger, so I will rush immediately. Come to meet you."

Holart met the suspicious gaze of the little wizard, glanced at the lizardmen corpses that were devastated by the bite not far away, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder and said:

"It seems that the danger has been lifted by you, then we will rest here for a night, and tomorrow I will take you to Twilight Town, a town founded by our compatriots, believe me, you will absolutely love the atmosphere there ."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I already decided to go to Falls Town when I left Winter City. I'm really sorry."

Pardo glanced at Thorne, then glanced apologetically at Horat in front of him, and said his thoughts.

"Ah? You've already decided... So you two knew each other before?" Horat was surprised, the pipe he handed to his mouth almost poked his nostrils, and then suddenly said to himself:

"Oh, how could I forget this, this kid has been in Winter City for half a year, so it's normal to know you."

After Horat finished speaking, he came to Thorne again and complained: "Hey! Thorne, you said that you met by chance, and you clearly came to dig the corner of our Twilight Town on purpose."

"Whatever you say." Thorne frowned and waved his sleeves away from the second-hand smoke drifting from Horat, showing an expression of being too lazy to pay attention to the other party.

He naturally agreed that the little wizard could go with him to the town of Falls.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the little guy had decided where to go since he left Winterfell.

If he hadn't appeared here, Thorne believed that, under the soft and hard bubbles of Twilight Town and his party, they would definitely be able to persuade this seemingly innocent little guy to stay.

After all, this is a directly employed arcanist, and the future growth potential is still very high.

According to Andrina, if it wasn't for the sorcerer Anaxis suddenly intervening, the sorceress would have been persuaded to stay in Twilight Town, and it is estimated that he would have nothing to do with him in the future.

"Then, on behalf of everyone in the town of Falls, I welcome you to join us. I hope you like it and make it your second home." Thorne walked up to Pardo and said in slightly more formal words. he said.

"Please take care of me in the future, I will protect it as my own home." Pardo saw Thorne's serious expression, his expression became positive, and he returned the same tone.

"Hey, if I knew you were here, I wouldn't come, and it made me run in vain." Seeing that the two of them had reached a common intention in front of him, Horat, who was breathing smoke, complained depressedly.

"You guys go and rest, I'll keep vigil tonight." Then Thorne said, looking at Horat, who was sitting on a stone smoking a cigarette.

The battle with the Hobgoblin army has just ended, this guy came here non-stop after he was busy, and then the two had a fight, and then was hit by the little wizard to the depressed heart, so at this time, Horat was definitely mentally and physically Exhausted, the task of vigil naturally fell on him.

"Then please." Horat got up and walked to the little wizard, and walked with him towards the hiding place.

"Go, get some rest early, and we'll be on our way tomorrow," Thorne said to him, noticing Pardo's gaze.

Watching the two gradually disappear into the shadows of the ruins, Thorne looked up at the dark night, used telepathy to explain to the animal companion, and walked towards the ruins of the city wall in Yuanshan Town.

In the deep night, dim stars appeared one by one in the sky, like eyes staring at the world, curiously overlooking the mountains, rivers, swamps and forests of the emerald field.

I do not know how long it has been.

Thorne, who was sitting cross-legged on the ruins of the city tower, slowly opened his eyes and said to the shadow, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little bored. I came out for a walk to relax." Holart, who walked out of the shadows, paused in his footsteps, then walked over, sat beside Thorne, and looked up at the sky.

"What's your plan in the future?" Thorne used his sharp eyes to stop Horat from taking out his pipe and chatted.

"Plan? What else can I plan? Naturally, I will stay in Twilight Town for the rest of my life." Aware of Thorne's gaze, Horat subconsciously retracted his hand touching the pipe and shrugged helplessly.

"Don't you ever think about wandering elsewhere in the future, the world is so big, it's a pity not to go out and see." Thorne moved his legs that had not moved for a long time, and changed to a more comfortable position against the wall superior.

He still knew a little about the character of the half-drow assassin in front of him.

What he didn't expect was that the tone of the other party's speech at this time was like a stone whose edges and corners were smoothed.

"No, I don't want to go anywhere in my life, I think Twilight Town is fine."

When Thorne said this, Horat seemed to remember some bad memory, and saw that he rubbed his forehead with a headache, and said depressedly:

"When I left Pushang Town and went to the Thorn Bird Assassin Academy in the Northland Wasteland to learn assassination techniques, when I was about to graduate, it was clearly arranged for people to be thrown into the underground world. After feeling the cruelty of this world there, I just wanted to spend the rest of my life as a wandering knight."

"You're an assassin who wants to be a wandering knight, so why didn't you just choose another profession." Hearing the other party mentioning his own thoughts, Thorne interrupted the other party's words and continued.

Horat's occupation is a 5th-level rogue, 5th-level assassin, and a part-time 5th-level drow warrior, a 5th-level drow swordsman master. No matter how you look at it, he has nothing to do with those knights who maintain the will of the law.

"Who knows what happened, it's too late to regret it." Horat gave Thorne a depressed look.

"Then why didn't you persevere and came to Twilight Town?" Thorne asked casually.

"It's not because of my face and this white hair." Horat pointed to his pale gray skin, then lowered his head and rubbed his messy long white hair, and said:

"When I came out of the Underdark, I was very happy, because I finally saw the long-lost sunshine.

So I wanted to try to integrate into the world of the aborigines, who ever when I approached their walls and towns with kindness, TM's, all in exchange were spit, abuse, stones, and hostile people. Arrows... can only flee in embarrassment. "

"I thought you wanted to be the second dual-blade Ranger Drizzt, too, to have an adventure of slashing and slashing all the way." Thorne laughed and teased.

Drizzt, the dark elf dual-blade ranger, is also a legend long lost in history.

However, because the legendary ranger believed in the forest goddess Melika, this was accidentally recorded in the temple of the Serene Forest.

"Thinking about it now, I still think Waterfall Town is better. Only they can accept a half-drow elf. Unfortunately, I can't go back. I really don't want to see the fierce eyes of the leader of Oster. It's like I owe him money, so I'll just stay in Twilight for the rest of my life."

"Don't worry, you won't see him in the future, so go back and have a look when you have time." Thorne was silent for a while, and finally reached out and patted Horat's shoulder and said.

"Why..." Horat was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized the true meaning of Thorne's words, so he scolded and took out the pipe in his pocket and lit it.