Half-elf Ranger

As Sarayan left, the room became unusually quiet again.

Thorne leaned on the chair, looked at the ceiling unconsciously, put his right elbow on the table, and a dark red arrow twirled silently and gently with the movement of his three fingers.

This is a bursting arrow with great destructive power.

After the arrow is shot, it will be violently collided by air resistance and contact with the enemy's body, and then explode in an instant, with a power comparable to a small fireball.

It is the most powerful weapon against those hill giants who like to throw stones at their shirtless.

However, in order to successfully complete the task tonight, when Saraya left, he specially left five explosive arrows for him to kill Yenogu's fangs.

From the various demonic runes Thorne carved on the arrow, it can be found that it was made by a sorcerer who served the abyss demon as the suzerain.

Because he sensed the same abyss aura on the arrow as his Dark Cinder Sword.

Countless demons like to make contracts with warlocks in the material world, and the number is large enough for warlocks to form another abyss or **** in the material world.

These demons include the great devil of the Nine Hells and his strongest duke, the demon lords in the abyss.

But in this magical world, there is no love for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason. If you want to gain powerful power, you must pay the corresponding price.

When warlocks make a pact with a demon from a lower plane.

Then while they gain mysterious power, these evil demons with evil intentions will also use their own power to influence and guide the warlocks to gradually join in with themselves.

Become an evil person who pursues the fall and destruction of all things in the world.

This is also the main reason why Thorne is so afraid of the devil descendants in Stallman Town.

Although the two sides are now at peace and seem to be very friendly, it does not mean that this will continue to develop.

Anywhere on the Material Plane, even well-meaning warlocks are subject to a degree of suspicion and caution.

Some wizards will think that the existence of warlocks tarnishes the noble image of arcane arts, and even makes ordinary people have a negative opinion of all practitioners of magic.

Thorne carefully placed the five burst arrows into the quiver behind him, his quiver was tailored to his own situation.

As long as the arrow is put into the quiver by him, it will be firmly fixed in it, it will not fall due to various difficult movements, and it can also be guaranteed that he can extract it the moment he reaches out.

So naturally, there is no need to worry about the unstable explosion factor of the burst arrow.

Crunch!

When everything was ready, Thorne gently opened the door and walked out.

When he walked to the door of Andrina's room, Thorne paused and looked up subconsciously.

However, it was found that there was no trace of the little devil. Obviously, the other party should be out.

As a high-level spellcaster, and also advanced dragon warlock, the senior management of Twilight Town will definitely make every effort to win her over.

The only pity is that Twilight Town is too far away from the town of Falls, otherwise Thorne will try to invite him.

Because he really couldn't find a reason to convince the other party to go to Waterfall Town with him. After all, walking in the wilderness represented countless dangers and accidents.

"Meow!"

At this time, a slight cat meow came from the direction of Thorne's feet.

Thorne looked down, and an extremely ordinary-looking little black cat appeared on the ground.

But when Thorne took a closer look, he found that the little black cat's amber pupils actually flashed a human-like agility.

"Meow meow meow!"

The little black cat opened its small mouth, bared its small fangs, shook its small whiskers on both sides, and roared menacingly at Thorne.

Showing an impatient look, he kept waving the small sharp claws on his forelimbs towards Thorne, as if to say: You are blocking my way, get out of the way.

Spellcaster's Familiar!

Thorne immediately guessed the identity of the little black cat and its owner.

So he chose to make way for this arrogant-looking little black cat with the mentality that more things are worse than less things.

When Thorne just moved to give way, the little black cat on the ground suddenly turned around and jumped, turning into a black shadow, and jumping onto the shoulders of an oncoming figure.

Thorne looked up, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of cold, pure black pupils, without irises and pupils.

The cold eyes seemed to look straight into his heart, causing Thorne to have a palpitation and fear deep in his heart.

However, it did not cause the slightest damage. Obviously, the other party was not malicious, it was more like an unconscious move, and the evil aura emanated affected him.

This dangerous feeling comes and goes quickly.

Both sides remained silent, and Thorne glanced at each other lightly as he passed by.

This is a tiefling whose entire body is shrouded in a dark red cloak.

Tieflings are derived from human blood, and generally look human-like, but the blood of the devil has left a clear imprint on their appearance.

Although the opponent's body was almost covered by the cloak, Thorne could vaguely see the reddish skin and the two goat horns slightly raised on the head.

Warlock Anaxis!

After the movement of the ceremony last night and the advice given to him by Sarajan, Thorne guessed the identity of the other party in an instant.

Anaxis is a mysterious sorcerer who serves the Old Ones and the founder of Stallman.

Almost all of the small towns in the Emerald Field have general information about Stallman Town, and naturally they also know a little about this mysterious lord.

"Is it our fault to always be watched and whispered, to always see the distrust and fear in the eyes of others? It is the result of ancient sins, and their children and grandchildren have to carry this burden forever."

After Anarkis passed by Thorne, she muttered to herself. Although her tone was very cold, Thorne could feel a trace of helpless sadness for her own race.

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Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the icy afterglow of the setting sun had already covered the city walls.

Thorne was sitting on the ground of the tower, leaning his whole body against the wall, and was concentratingly assembling every arrow in his hand that was shining with cold light, preparing for the battle tonight.

"Remember the first time the two of us went out to kill monsters in Waterfall Town?"

At this time, Horat, who was sitting beside Thorne, took a deep breath on his pipe, exhaled a smoke ring and said with a smile.

"Of course I remember, being fooled around by a little goblin, we were happy to think that we had received some hidden mission."

Hearing the words, Thorne stopped the movement in his hand, recalled some funny pictures when the game first started, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What happened to that stupid big guy? He was born with extraordinary power, so he should have gotten along well." Horat then asked curiously.

"Already dead, smashed into a pile of flesh by the giant on the hill with a stick." Thorne said calmly.

"That's a pity, but it's not unexpected. His character is too arrogant, and something will happen sooner or later."

After Holart finished speaking, he let out a breath of smoke, thought for a while and asked, "A total of six people who chose Waterfall Town as their birthplace, except for you and me, how are the others doing?"

"They are all very good. The cemetery in Waterfall Town is very quiet. Different people often come to worship them or weed the graves, and they are hardly disturbed by the outside world."

Thorne put the made arrows into the quiver, glanced at the dazzling blood-red afterglow of the towering treetops, and said slowly.

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