Half-elf Ranger

The sunlight on the Norsil Plain became warmer, and the wind softened a lot. The sky was pale blue, with a few strands of white clouds floating in the air, making people feel comfortable.

However, the figures facing each other on the grass gradually made this cozy atmosphere dignified.

In addition to the low inaudible breath in the crowd, the most striking thing was the pair of eyes that gradually revealed playfulness in surprise.

The breeze blew across the earth, and the green grass swayed gently with the wind. A few sheep that lowered their heads to eat the tender grass seemed to have noticed something. They glanced back at the quiet crowd vigilantly, made a long, low voice, and ran away. .

When you look around, they look like clumps of cotton swirling across the grass.

Thorne, who was standing in the crowd, pulled Lilia next to him, and instead of looking at each other, the girl nodded with a knowing smile, and the two came to the last row of the crowd without a trace.

"Brother Thorne, do you know them?" Lilia, the half-elf girl, asked in a low, inaudible voice, with her fingers wrapped around a strand of hair on her chest, her bright light blue eyes staring at the dignified ranger. .

"I don't know, it looks like they came from the Silver Pine Plain in the east of the Black Pearl Forest, and the visitors are not good." Thorne shook his head slightly at Lilia, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to seriously look at the group of uninvited guests.

A group of 18 people suddenly appeared here through the teleportation circle, and the most eye-catching one was a human woman in full-body armor standing at the front.

The human woman at the head held a sheathed long sword in her right hand and stood there casually, with a pair of black eyes full of gentle smiles shining under her curved eyebrows.

Under the bright sunshine, her bright eyes are dignified and beautiful, strangely revealing powerful strength and sharp wisdom. What is even more noticeable is her long black hair, which hangs down over her white and tender face, and is scattered on both sides of the chest. .

The only shortcoming is that the bright armor made of iron plate and leather that wraps her body, and the scarlet cloak draped behind her are covered with varying degrees of combat wear, which makes her a little less dignified and beautiful, but it is for her. Plain white adds a bit of sassy and powerful.

When Thorne noticed a dark red barbed iron glove with a fiery silver sword emblem on the left hand of the human woman, he instantly recognized the other person's identity.

This is the exclusive sacrifice of a **** of war, known as: War Guard.

The iron glove she wears on her left hand represents the authority of the archbishop in the Temple of Tempus, whose main responsibility is to manage the temple and lead the temple **** army.

Then, her identity should be the female player mentioned by Sarajan and Carlos: Archbishop Alenala.

The archbishop and the two were students of the same cohort of the Zhanzheng Academy.

Thorne heard the two briefly mention this matter. After they successfully took office as war lords, they left directly, but the archbishop went on to study for half a year and became a believer of Tempus, the **** of war.

Today, the identity of the archbishop is undoubtedly revealing her powerful strength to everyone silently.

The five people standing behind Archbishop Alenala were very similar to her, also wearing heavily worn armor and shattered scarlet cloaks swaying in the wind.

This is a habit of worshipers of the God of War, and the heavily worn armor represents their strong will to fight.

This special habit makes them not easily disarm at any time except for major ceremonies held before the war.

However, the special badges on the chests of the five caught Thorne's attention again.

The pattern of the badge is a rusty brown dagger with the tip pointing to the upper right corner and four drops of blood dripping down.

As we all know, the Church of God of War has many affiliated organizations.

Two of the most notable organizations are the Broken Blade Society and the Fangs.

The Broken Blade is an honor bestowed upon warriors and clerics who are wounded in battle and can no longer serve the God of War on the front lines.

Members of this organization usually undertake auxiliary duties in the temple. When they join the membership, they will make a personal oath to become the last line of defense of the temple and to guard the holy place where they live.

If all the Broken Blade Clubs are dispatched in the Temple of Tempus, it means that the entire Temple has fallen into the most deadly crisis.

The Fangs are an elite chapter within the Church, whose members are often assigned to the most dangerous positions. This also led to the fact that the various squad members of the Fangs were all battle-hardened clerics and the most effective warriors.

The badges worn by the five people behind Archbishop Alenala showed that they were the fangs from the strongest organization in the temple.

Then Thorne moved his gaze to the other four who kept a distance from the clergy of the God of War.

The four young men were all wearing bright and bright standard armor, milky white cloaks, and a white rose flower emblem on their left shoulder, looking more like members of a knights organization.

When Thorne once again turned his gaze to the people dressed as adventurers behind him, his eyes were slightly surprised.

He saw an acquaintance.

According to Andrina, a two-knife monk who once had a relationship with him, let him know that the advanced profession of this elf monk is a dancer.

The indifferent elf warrior monk instantly sensed the gaze of the rangers from the crowd with his keen intuition when Thorne fixed his gaze on himself.

When the elf monk saw Thorne's face, his indifferent expression was also startled, and then he immediately recognized his identity, then smiled and nodded to him.

Seeing this, Thorne nodded slightly.

Aside from a mountain dwarf in heavy armor carrying a giant axe and shield, Thorne was most perplexed by a woman shrouded in a large black robe.

When he shifted his gaze to the black-robed woman, the sharp sword hanging from his waist also trembled slightly.

It can be seen from this that the profession of this black-robed woman is absolutely inseparable from the devil or the devil.

From the appearance of this group of uninvited guests to the scene of the two facing each other, Thorne immediately felt that the people from Waterfall Town, Twilight Town, and Iron Horse Town were slightly surprised when they looked at them, and then the eyes of both sides began to turn bad.

This kind of bad-looking atmosphere made him think of the classic scene of a gang fight between the guild and the guild in the game.

Of course, usually in this case, both sides will choose to talk trash to each other first, and use their excellent eloquence, and then when one party can't scold the other, they will take the lead, and eventually it will become a scene of chaotic killing.

However, these people seem to be restrained very well, except for the occasional sparks in their eyes and their hands touching the weapons involuntarily, they did not do anything out of the ordinary.

Obviously, after such a long time, those who survived have their own rules of survival, and most people are no longer just stunned green and hairy boys.

"Sarayan, Carlos, it looks like you don't welcome old friends."

The first to break the silence was Archbishop Arianna, who saw her take two steps forward under the vigilant eyes of everyone, with a mysterious smile on her face.

"Welcome friends from the Black Pearl Forest to the Emerald Wilderness." Sarayan bowed to him casually, but his movements were so perfunctory that the members of the Fangs group behind Arianna couldn't help frowning. .

"The beauty second only to wisdom, the Archbishop of the Temple of War, Ms. Alenala, can come to the Emerald Wilderness as a guest, and we are naturally too late to welcome it. Unfortunately, you have also seen that our backcountry cannot compare with your magnificent temple, and there are poor receptions. In this place, look to Haihan."

Carlos bowed casually to the archbishop in front of him with a smile, and his actions were as perfunctory as Sarajan. Some members of the Fangs had already clenched their fists in anger.

"Hum! It really is the poor mountains and bad waters that make troublesome people. Look at your embarrassed appearances, you are just like wild people in the mountains." A white cloak knight couldn't help but snorted coldly when he saw the reckless actions of the two. Carlos sarcastically said:

"A group of arrogant arrogant people, do you know what you are like now? What you do is as disgusting as the lice growing in a sheepskin coat. A group of lice trying to dominate a sheepskin coat, you don't think Is it funny?"

When everyone heard the words, they all showed anger on their faces, all their bad eyes were fixed on this White Rose Knight, and they had the urge to act directly if they disagreed.

"We are the louse of the sheepskin coat, so what are you guys?" Before Carlos could speak, the barbarian Hao couldn't help but rushed out, and mocked the White Rose Knight in an almost uncontrollable tone:

"Noble louse? A king who humbly licks his dog? Slave? A pariah? Or a nobleman and a god-like lackey who kneels more often than your own parents?"

"Look, who is this?" Seeing the savage man coming out, the White Rose Knight pretended to be surprised, as if seeing a pure saint dancing in an apron in front of everyone, it seemed incredible:

"You're still alive, I thought you'd already turned into feces in the belly of some goblin in the Emerald Fields. Let me guess, if you turned into feces, it must be the stiniest kind, you say I guess right?"

"Damn son of a bitch, have you seen that locust tree? If you don't keep your disobedient tongue in check, I'll hang you on it, and let the vicious vultures eat all your dirty flesh. Pure." The barbarian Gu Hao looked cold, and pointed at the White Rose Knight in a cold voice.

"Gehao, don't be so irritable, all visitors are guests, we can't be so rude to the guests." Carlos patted the barbarian's broad shoulders, motioned him to step back, and then looked at the indifferent knight, more than the first time He also casually bowed and saluted:

"It turned out to be a noble knight, I really can't imagine that you have such patience to persuade us lice, and listen to our lice so carefully. Then, I don't know this kind and honorable Knight of the White Rose. Lord lick... Who is the one who swore allegiance?"

"The White Rose Elite Knights of Sept City." When the indifferent and arrogant knight said "White Rose", he deliberately reminded him with a stronger tone, as if the hillbilly in front of him didn't recognize the petals on his shoulders.

"Oh, it turned out to be the White Rose Elite Knights." Carlos did not correct his mistake, but showed a mock surprised expression, and then said with a bad smile:

"I heard that the procedure to become a White Rose Knight has been very difficult recently. You have to pay 3,000 shiny gold coins of full fineness to the treasury of the City Lord's Mansion, so..."

Carlos paused deliberately as he spoke, and looked at Salayan beside him with meaningful eyes.

"That's why this noble order of knights is filled with a group of no-brainers." Sarayan glanced at the calm Archbishop Alenala, looked at the White Rose Knight, whose face was gradually turning pale, and said with a smile:

"What else do you have other than a few stinky money? The noble rose knight, or did I make a mistake?"

"Brother Salayan, of course you are mistaken, although the Knights of the White Rose, which the world praised in Cyprus, will not easily teach them martial arts." Carlos retorted:

"But after joining the Knights, the most basic politeness of bowing your head and bowing will still be taught. Are you saying that what I said is right? The noble White Rose Knight. Huh? Why did your face become so ugly? Am I mistaken too?"

"A group of bereaved dogs in the emerald field dare to insult the glory of the Knights!" The Knight of the White Rose threw the cloak behind him, revealing a gorgeously carved breastplate rimmed with gold and copper, and said coldly:

"Carlos Sarajan, today we will count together new hatred and old hatred. I will use your blood to cleanse your insult to the Knights. Come on! Let's have a glorious duel!"

The other three white rose knights who remained silent all the time looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward immediately, silently pressing the shoulder of the impulsive companion with one hand, and grabbing the hand he was about to draw his sword with the other hand. Elbow, the strength of the hand made the iron gauntlet creak.

So the impulsive White Rose Knight, like a raging bull, couldn't get rid of these two iron pincer-like hands no matter how hard he struggled.

"Then, Archbishop Alenala, God of War, is there anything you want to say? Or does he mean what you mean?" Sarayan glanced at the indignant White Rose Knight disdainfully. She looked at Alenara with a calm expression.

The beautiful archbishop, still with a mild smile on his face, was watching the farce with interest, as if it had nothing to do with her.

When she heard Sarayan's voice, she immediately came back to her senses, and once again showed a mysterious smile, which seemed to have thousands of meanings: "Are you people in the emerald field still afraid of a white man? Rose Knight?"

"Can I think you're deliberately disgusting us? When I saw him, I felt like I saw a toad lying on the back of my foot." Sarajan's tone was cold.

"This is just an accident. I swear in the name of the **** of war. I didn't know there was such a ridiculous grievance between you. I'm very sorry. I came with good intentions."

Archbishop Alenala shrugged helplessly at Sarayan, looked at the person holding the White Rose Knight, and said, "Let him go first."

Hearing the words, the knight released his elbow immediately, then stepped back, standing with the other two knights and continued to remain silent.

The White Rose Knight, whose elbows were relieved, threw his cloak angrily, glanced at Carlos and Sarayan coldly, and walked silently towards the back of the team.

"Who am I? It turned out to be a super big licking dog that couldn't be licked in Winter City. You still want to be a rich woman with your virtue?" At this time, an elf bard with short light green hair walked out He came out, looked at the Knight of the White Rose, and smiled openly:

"I'll give you a piece of advice. If you want to earn money from a rich woman, first practice basic skills. The specific method is to take a piece of pork, put a coin in it, put it outside for a few days when it's hot, and then hook it out with your tongue. Trust me, wait. If you have mastered this skill, you will definitely be overwhelmed by the grievances of Cypriot City, which is much more popular than you, the White Rose Knight."

"Green-haired brat, does it mean that your tentacle tongue has already been learned." The Knight of the White Rose turned around and sneered, looking at the poet to play with his taste.

"Then it won't make you worry about the noble white rose knight." The bard said with a nonchalant smile:

"Seeing your handsome appearance, I seem to have seen some arrogant man who was kicked out of the bar like a dog. Oh, yes, how did you say that sentence, let me think about it, yes yes yes, It's like: What are you afraid of, can't I **** support you? I don't know that I'm like a clown in front of others, why..."

"Enough! You're talking too much nonsense." The poet was talking to himself when he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder. The merciless blow made his thin body almost fall to the ground.

The poet grinned and rubbed his unconscious shoulder. He could clearly feel that his arm was no longer his own. Annoyed, he immediately turned around and looked at him: "You...what are you doing?"

"Your mouth is too cheap and too much nonsense." Thorne, sensing that something was wrong, gave the bard a cold glance.

The poet's eyes narrowed in fright, rubbing his shoulders, and keeping his mouth shut.

"A **** who pretends to be lofty, I am afraid that he has already died in the ruins of Winter City. This kind of person deserves to die!" Immediately afterwards, the pale-faced White Rose Knight, who was scolded by the poet, said gloating.

As soon as he finished speaking, Thorne walked up to the White Rose Knight with a blank expression, wearing a pair of iron gloves that he had just taken from Jarod, and said to the White Rose Knight with a calm expression: "Could it be that so long has passed? Haven't you learned what it means to say disaster comes out of your mouth?"

Seeing Thorne silently approaching the Knights of the White Rose, Sarajan and Carlos gave the mean-mouthed bard a cold look. They wanted to stop it, but they didn't know how to persuade him.

All the people in the Black Pearl Forest looked at the ranger who appeared vigilantly, and most of them couldn't help touching the weapons hanging on their bodies.

"Who are you...?" Facing the sudden appearance of the Ranger, the White Rose Knight looked startled, his lips trembled slightly, and his body also took two steps back as if uncontrolled.

Because in his impression, he didn't seem to know the ranger who appeared beside him inexplicably, and he looked very bad.

"You shouldn't be that bitch..." The Knight of the White Rose, who finally realized the problem, had not finished speaking, and saw the ranger waving his iron gloves and appearing in his locked pupils.

"boom!"

A fist with a studded glove instantly hit the mouth of the Knight of the White Rose, his lips split like a squeezed cherry, and a scarlet liquid flowed out.

"boom!"

Thorne withdrew his hand and hit the same spot again. Only then did he feel that his unpleasant air was much smoother. He felt that the people on both sides were not fuel-efficient lamps.

The Painful White Rose Knight raised one foot in the air and turned one foot on the ground in a half circle, spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth, and fell on his back on the grass with the fragrance of soil.