Half-elf Ranger

"Jedral Arrow Bamboo, it's a good thing, but it's a pity that the dead wood master has not succeeded in cultivating it for a long time. Could it be that this thing can only survive in the southern kingdom?"

Sarayan walked in the room, bent down and picked up a piece of arrow bamboo on the ground and sighed.

"Because the area where the arrow bamboo is planted has been baptized by the thunder and lightning storms of the wizards, and the depths of the ground are rich in thunder element energy. It is normal to fail, and it is not surprising."

Thorne stood behind Sarayan and said lightly.

"But we also deliberately used the lightning summoning technique to blow up the land where the arrow bamboo was planted many times, but it still didn't work." Salayan threw away the fragments in his hand.

"If Lord Sarayan is here to discuss this topic with me, then I suggest you go to Stolman Town and ask the sorcerers who serve the High Fairy Green King as their suzerain.

They should know a lot about this and will be happy to answer your question. "

Thorne said solemnly to Sarajan.

"Those guys with long horns and tails? Forget it, their characters are too eccentric." Sarajan shook his head and laughed.

"Yes?"

Thorne walked to Sarayan and gave him a thoughtful look, and then continued: "A complete caravan from Stallman Town, does Lord Sarayan really think that he can hide from my eyes and ears? ?"

"As expected of the strongest ranger in Waterfall Town, can you tell me how you found it?" Sarayan was stunned, and looked at Thorne unexpectedly, his eyes full of doubts.

"Old Dominator, Dandar Night Serpent, Devourer of the World, a derivative of the original nightmare, Devourer of filthy images, herald of the end of the world, I heard hissing during the mysterious ritual of the world last night. Hissing and scraping of dry scales."

After Thorne finished speaking, he pretended to smile mysteriously, and stretched out his arm to point to the next door.

In the mysterious town of Stallman, most of the players who choose the tiefling race are inaugural sorcerers. In the entire emerald field, it is no secret.

The gods of the world of Toril are not the only powers operating in the realm. Ambitious warlocks also have many overlords who can provide them with mysterious powers.

Only a small number of people know about the otherworld suzerain, the old master, the supreme goblin or the demon that several key figures in Stallman Town believe in.

After all, this is the descendant of a group of devils, and their ambitions hidden in the deepest heart have to be carefully guarded against.

"I advise you, she is the real founder of Stallman Town, a native with unfathomable strength, you must not provoke it." Salayan's face changed, and he said to Thorne solemnly .

"Don't worry, I still have self-knowledge, I'm just curious when you Twilight Town got involved with these devil descendants." Thorne chuckled and patted Sarayan on the shoulder.

"It's about to enter the cold wave, and the trade routes in Winter City have been stagnant due to the full-scale invasion of the gnolls. In order to survive, both sides have what they need." Sarayan sighed and said truthfully.

"They are the descendants of the devil after all. You'd better be careful. Although the number of players in Stallman Town dominates, the rulers are the original tiefling residents, and the right to speak is in their hands."

Thorne was silent for a moment, and solemnly warned Salayan.

"I know all this. In the Great Sword Mark Mountains, the war between the gnolls and the giants of the hills is coming to an end. No matter who fails, one of the two sides is destined to be driven out of the mountains. I don't think these guys are the ones we can deal with. Okay, so..."

Sarajan walked to the thin window that shrouded the morning light, and stood with his hands behind his back, with a deep worry in his voice.

"So you still insist on your original proposal, six towns... to establish a five-town alliance united front?" Thorne interrupted Sarayan's unfinished words, biting the last few words very hard.

"Yes, no matter what contradictions there are between the two sides, I think they should be suppressed temporarily and united to defend against foreign enemies.

Only in the Emerald Wilderness will those extremist Druids fear us and dare not act rashly, and we will have the opportunity to exploit this rich natural resource and grow steadily.

In the dawn of the ancient Netheril civilization, the Seven Towns Alliance was created because the seven fishing villages jointly defended against foreign enemies, created the Netherite calendar, and eventually developed into a glorious arcane empire.

Moreover, the potential of our players is not much worse than theirs. Don't forget, the entire modern civilization is loaded in our minds. "

Salayan nodded solemnly, as if a blueprint for the future and longing for the future appeared in his eyes.

"Carlos will not agree with your proposal, and the hatred between Falls Town and Clarion Town is not so easy to resolve." Thorne's eyes flashed a cold light, and his tone was awe-inspiring.

"Okay! Lord Sarayan, put away your great ideas for the time being, I think what you need to do now is to resolve your own internal conflicts first.

If you're here today to talk about these topics with me, you've got the wrong person and you should let that guy Carlos deal with this topic. "

Sarayan was about to speak, but Thorne interrupted immediately.

The Five Towns Alliance is easy to say, but very difficult to do. Thorne also had this silly idea at the beginning.

Who is the leader of the alliance?

When the war begins, who is willing to take the lead in charging?

The lords who have survived in the wasteland to this day, which one is the fuel-efficient lamp?

Great ideals, skinny reality.

"You are just as stubborn as Carlos." Sarajan smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly before continuing, "The main reason I came here today is for the gnolls in Moonlight Woodland."

"You have Deadwood Master in your Twilight Town. I don't think I can help much." Thorne, who was standing in the same place, looked startled, thought for a while and said.

Witherwood Master is an old player like Trundle, but unlike Trundle in the salted fish state, Witherwood Master is a Druid with a very high affinity for natural creatures.

The best field is to communicate with the animals and plants in the natural world, and it is easy to detect the movements of the natural world.

At the same time, his nearly ninety-year-old age gave him a very rich modern knowledge, which played a crucial role in logistics when building Twilight Town.

"I believe you can." Sarajan turned and walked over to Thorne and said with a smile.

Afterwards, he told Thorne about the countermeasures against the gnolls in the Moonlight Woodland during the High Tower meeting.

After listening to Sarayan's narration, Thorne looked at the thin window shrouded in the cold morning light, considered it for a moment, and said slowly:

"No problem, I took this mission, but the reward for the mission can't be less."

Sneak into the gnoll camp to assassinate Yenogu Fang, if there are no gnoll spellcasters in the camp, it is not very dangerous for him.

The reason why he didn't dare to forcibly break into the gnoll camp was because he was afraid of the unknown spellcasters in the camp.

Since there is no intervention from the caster, even if you encounter a high-level gnoll melee professional, if you can't beat it, there is no problem in evacuating.

And most importantly, if the plan to assassinate Yeenogu's Fangs is successful tonight, then Twilight will launch a total attack on the gnolls in Moonglade the next morning.

The gnoll was repelled, and the road to Iron Horse Town could naturally resume normal traffic.

At that time, he can directly find an accompanying caravan to set off together, which can save him a lot of time on the road.