Half-elf Ranger

A hazy mist shrouded Twilight Town, intertwined with the morning light, and driven away reluctantly by the breeze.

Showing the towering guard tower, the tower is bathed in the gorgeous rosy color, as if inlaid with a layer of dazzling gold, standing towering above the sky, dazzling.

hum!

At this moment, an invisible magic light flashed from the top of the tower, making a light sound, and then an invisible energy wave gradually spread from the whole body.

Bang bang bang!

Inside the blacksmith shop, a sturdy dwarf with a face full of gully-like wrinkles and a gray beard, rolled up his sleeves and was seriously beating an unformed artwork.

Suddenly, a broken sunset badge on his chest trembled slightly, and the hazel eyes of the dwarf blacksmith froze for a moment.

Then he looked up at the sky subconsciously, then put down his work, put on an animal skin coat, and muttered as he walked, "Damn it! I hate seeing that savage guy."

Tall and straight towering trees swept over the icy black city walls of Twilight Town, commanding a high place, staring indifferently at this important military town.

The dense branches are intertwined, and driven by the breeze, the bronze-colored round leaves are scattered on the city wall, moat and yellow grass in a whirl, like copper coins all over the ground.

The drow half-elf Horat, dressed in black, stepped on the fallen leaves of the city wall, his long dry white hair swayed gently, he looked at the direction of the warning tower with a solemn expression, and muttered to himself: "This is to have Is there a big move?"

Then he tightened the gray scarf wrapped around his neck and walked towards the tower.

...

Inside the Alert Tower in Twilight Town.

A group of oddly dressed people gathered at a certain level, including humans, elves, half-elves, gnomes, and a mountain dwarf who had just walked in through the door.

"I have to admit that this tower is the greatest masterpiece of my life, a tribute to the great Moradin!"

The dwarf blacksmith in the animal skin coat entered the room, couldn't help but sigh, then walked to the rectangular marble table and sat on a chair specially prepared for him to fit his height.

"You should praise every lord sitting here, praise every soldier in Twilight Town who is fighting on the front line, not the **** **** you talk about drunk every day but never respond!"

Opposite the dwarf blacksmith, a rude barbarian smacked his lips and sneered disdainfully.

"Damn barbarian, your stinky mouth is like the loincloth of the northern orcs, and your behavior is like those brainless ogres. I see a combination of orcs and ogres in you, of course you inherited it. It's all flaws."

The **** of faith was insulted, and the dwarf blacksmith's face twitched with wrinkles replaced by water chestnuts, resisting his anger, and responded fiercely.

"Look at your cowardice, like a kobold hiding in a hole and screaming. I really feel ashamed for your dwarves." The barbarian sneered and retorted.

"Ge Hao, shut up for me, a bunch of muscle bullies go to an old man's house, and I'll keep a grudge for so long." The woman in red, Vissala, who was sitting opposite the barbarian, couldn't stand it any longer, and scolded him.

boom!

"Because of this old guy's mistake, I died three brothers. In your eyes, it's nothing?" The savage slapped the marble table and glared at Versala.

"He has already paid the price for his mistakes. Do you want to provoke internal conflicts after seeing that Sarayan hasn't come yet?" Vissara responded lightly without showing weakness.

Hearing Sarayan, Gehao's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the empty seat in front of him subconsciously, then looked out the door, and then changed the conversation and smacked his lips, mocking Vishara:

"I heard that you were beaten last night and vomited blood all over the place, tsk tsk tsk, a level 7 warlock, it's really embarrassing."

"Horrat, your dark network management is too wide. I have already warned you that any eyeliner is forbidden in my hotel!"

Vissara felt Gehao's mocking face, her pretty face changed, her chest heaved slightly, and then she turned to look at the half-elf Hora who was sitting beside her and asked.

"Ma'am, put away your scrutinizing eyes, it's not up to you to tell me what to do." Horat glanced at Versala, leaned back on the chair, and said unhurriedly.

"Yeah, even the people who forced their way into Twilight Town dare to let it go, and my people were kicked. You don't even dare to say a fart. Do you still know what rules are?"

Opposite Horat, an elf bard with short light green hair was holding a small dagger and decorating his shiny nails, while saying yin and yang strangely.

"Rules? Oh, a person who only thinks about the lower body all day will talk to me about the rules?" Horat smiled lightly, and the three words on the lower body were deliberately accentuated.

"That's why my hand speed isn't as fast as yours, isn't it?" The elf bard gracefully stretched out his slender fingers and responded gently.

"Let me just say, why are there so many calluses on your hands, so that's the case." Vissara immediately picked up the words, deliberately looked at Horat's right hand, showing a look of surprise.

"Yeah, it's incomparable to someone as skilled as you." Horat shrugged, tightened the scarf around his neck, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"Of course she's skilled, she's already half a hundred people, can she not be skilled? Hahaha..." Barbarian Hao's assist immediately followed, and then he laughed deliberately.

Laughing and laughing, Ge Hao felt that something was wrong, and looked at the crowd suspiciously, with an expression that seemed to say: Do you not laugh at such a funny thing?

The atmosphere in the tower suddenly became strange, and almost everyone sitting looked at Gehao, who was sitting there as if smirking with sympathy.

"You are courting death!"

With a foul language, Vissala stood up instantly, roared angrily, and frantically gathered violent magic power fluctuations all over her body.

- "Fourth Circle Spell: Shadow Tentacles!"

Five pitch-black energy tentacles burst out from the barbarian Gehao's body. The thickness of the tentacles was similar to that of an adult's arm, but the length was nearly 10 meters.

This dark tentacle, which is completely composed of shadow energy, madly entangled Gehao in the moment after it appeared.

- "Higher Fury!"

Ge Hao, who finally realized that something was wrong, changed his face and roared, and his unusually strong body began to expand rapidly, accompanied by a crackling sound.

The bones of his whole body rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person turned into a behemoth more than three meters high, desperately resisting the crazy entanglement of shadow tentacles.

"Enough! Stop me!"

A deafening yell came from the direction of the door.

Vissala calmed down the anger in her heart, glanced at Barbarian Hao, and withdrew the spell.

The barbarian felt that the shadow energy disappeared, and the huge body quickly returned to its original state, and immediately sat down on the chair honestly.