Half-elf Ranger

Ding!

You have practiced through unremitting efforts:

Gain experience points: 300 points!

Get practice points: 50 points!

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With a heat flow in the body spreading to the whole body, the cold air accumulated in Thorne's body overnight was dispelled in an instant.

Thorne slowly opened his bright eyes, showing a state of fullness.

As a 500 gold coin to treat serious wounds, its effect has been perfectly displayed on Thorne's body.

The stitched wounds on his shoulders and his chest had healed, but there were two scars on his slightly emaciated body.

Thorne looked at the experience points and practice points he had gained. Although it was not many, it was better than a small stream of water. As long as he practiced unremittingly every day, the amount accumulated in a year should not be underestimated.

The only thing that puzzled him was that night, when he bid farewell to the old man in the stone house, the other party gave him a sword intent.

Sword Intent: Comprehension progress is 0%!

Thorne tried many methods but couldn't drive it, and recalled the faint smile on the other side that night, and the sentence: You will understand later.

So I stopped trying hard and continued to try, maybe I would make new discoveries after I became a part-time kendo master.

Thorne wiped the dew on his forehead, picked up the long sword stuck beside him, got up and glanced at the pale sky.

Then he walked towards the entrance of the village. After a battle last night, in addition to the cremated corpses of players in the ruins of Talan Village, the corpses of jackals and warwolves still remained here.

Fortunately, Toriel's world is extraordinarily colder than the real world. After a night of cold air erosion, the corpses are covered with a thin layer of frost, and the smell of blood is not so serious.

Tweet!

Suddenly, a loud scream pierced the sky, and the black shadow hovering in the sky swooped down.

Thorne listened to the familiar cry, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his shoulders moved slightly, and with a slight cracking sound, his animal companion Dire Eagle stood up steadily.

The Ferocious Eagle flashed his spiritual eyes, and gently rubbed Thorne's face with his furry head, with a cute appearance, which was completely unworthy of the words of ferocity.

Thorne stroked the eagle's head, and with a scream, the Dire Eagle charged into the sky again.

He glanced up at the sky and continued walking.

When Thorne walked to the entrance of the village with his long sword in hand, he suddenly stopped.

Because in the moment just now, his keen intuition made him perceive a feeling of being spied on in the dark.

Although it seemed to pass in an inadvertent flash, Thorne still did not dare to be careless.

So he pretended to be casual and looked at the environment at the entrance of the village.

The width of the only passage in Talan Village is about 2 meters, and both sides are composed of some dense bushes and sparse woods.

At this time, it was just dawn, and the trees were still filled with wisps of wafting mist, and the withered weeds and leaves were covered with a thin layer of frost.

Because the temperature gradually began to rise, dripping crystal dewdrops flowed out.

Thorne's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced lightly at a shallow footprint left on a large branch about 2 meters away from him, as well as a few slightly wrinkled weeds in the bushes not far from the big tree.

However, although he concentrated all his energy to detect, he still did not find the slightest hidden life fluctuations.

So Thorne pondered for a while, then turned to look at the ruins in Talan Village, where a wooden holy emblem slipped quietly from his sleeve to the palm of his left hand.

Under a faint whisper, the holy emblem emitted a faint light.

Then Thorne turned around casually, and his left hand seemed to point to the bushes inadvertently.

——“One Ring of Divine Art: [Powerful] Entanglement Art!”

Under the guidance of natural energy, the dense bushes swayed gently, turning into countless thorny vines, tangling wildly in place.

At this moment, an isolated cold light flashed through the bushes, and the bushes and thorny vines were all cut off.

Immediately afterwards, a vigorous black shadow jumped out and appeared not far from Thorne.

"Little guy, the alertness is good, you are Thorne." Sombra glanced at Thorne and said with a hoarse voice.

"Who are you?" Thorne asked vigilantly, looking at the shadow in front of him, dressed in black with a hood covering his face, holding two sharp scimitars.

Although he did not feel the invisible murderous aura and hostility in the shadow, he still did not dare to be careless. After all, some powerful high-level professionals hide their aura just like playing.

"Want to ask the origin? Let's take a few moves from the old man's hands first." The black shadow's hoarse voice fell, and the machete in his hand slashed towards Thorne's head with a smashing sound.

Clang!

Thorne took a deep breath, raised his sword with his right hand, and drew a short sword with his left to meet him.

clang clang!

The two shadows collided, and the machete and the blade kept colliding, emitting dazzling sparks and a piercing metal symphony.

"Yes, at a young age, you can master dual-weapon combat so flexibly, but this strength is still lacking, little guy, go ahead and attack."

The shadow said with ease while resisting Thorne's continuous onslaught.

Seeing that his every fatal attack could be easily resolved by the opponent, Thorne's eyes narrowed.

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

Immediately switch out the stance of the Steel Soul faction, and immediately the opponent's dodging speed began to drop significantly, so he took the opportunity to launch a continuous onslaught.

clang clang!

"Huh? It's interesting, the attack suddenly became more severe, and it really has no skill." Sombra felt Thorne's suddenly accelerated attack rhythm.

Slightly stunned, panicked a little, then quickly adjusted his state and easily resolved all of Thorne's offensives again.

With the continuous attack, the shadow easily resisted Thorne's attack, but he was not forgiving, and kept pointing out the flaws in Thorne's attack.

Thorne probably already understood that the other party did not have any hostility, but he did not mean to relax.

Thorne's long sword slashed hard, but was parried by the other's crossed scimitars.

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

Then the short sword in his left hand flicked slightly, and a flame emerged on the blade. When Thorne faced the shadow, it suddenly burst, and a dazzling white light erupted.

Seeing the other party lost for a moment, Thorne secretly said a good chance, and the two blades attacked his abdomen and chest respectively.

clang clang!

But just as it was about to approach, it was easily resisted by the opponent again.

Blind combat feat?

Seeing that the opponent could easily parry his weapon even with his eyes closed, Thorne guessed it.

In addition to the blinding effect, the most notable effect of the Desert Wind Sect's flame star is the sudden burst of dazzling white light, which makes the defense of the unprepared enemy instantly appear loopholes.

Then Thorne took advantage of this opportunity to launch a fierce attack, a tried-and-true move that failed for the first time.

bump!

Black Shadow's two machetes suddenly pushed violently, and Thorne suddenly felt an astonishing force on the parrying long sword, which directly forced him to retreat again and again.

"You young people don't follow any rules. The old man is instructing you in swordsmanship, and you are using magic to sneak attack."

After Sombra forced Thorne back, the two scimitars in his hand spun a circle, then quickly sheathed them, glanced at Thorne and said something casually.

"Dare to ask who your Excellency is?" Thorne calmed down and asked.

"The old man's name is Ward, don't worry about it, I'm just here to do what I was told." Ward waved his hand, then took out a book from his clothes and threw it to Thorne:

"Although your attack is very sharp, you are attacking at the key points, but when you are entangled by agile enemies, you lack a certain skill to counterattack. This book is the sword skills of a wandering swordsman. I gave it to you. Maybe it can help you a little."

When Thorne heard the words, he did not refute. His swordsmanship was practiced in the militia training camp in Waterfall Township. He practiced some of the most basic sword skills, such as chopping, slashing, swinging, and stabbing.

As for the complex and ever-changing swordsmanship, I have never followed anyone to learn it, but through my own long-term tempering, I have developed the simplest and most deadly fighting skills, and there are not so many bells and whistles.

After all, how many skilled, agile warriors do you expect from humanoids in the wild.

If he encounters a skilled professional who is flexible and changeable, and his strength is not too far behind him, it is indeed the most difficult for him to deal with, and he has a deep understanding of it in the **** arena.

So he took Ward's book and flipped it casually, then closed it and put it away, intending to study it later when he had time.

"Thank you for your gift, I want to ask who sent you?" Thorne asked again after thanking Ward.

"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank you, thank the young city lord Brant Ironhand of Winter City. You wait here for a while, he will be here soon."

After Ward finished speaking, he turned and jumped lightly, disappearing on the branch of the big tree.