Half-elf Ranger

In the misty morning, the air was damp and cold, and the bright dawn appeared in the distant eastern sky, staining the sky with beautiful colors.

After a night of rest, Thorne’s chest injury has started to improve, but it is still sore and it will take at least three or four days for him to fully recover.

Right now, he was half leaning against the city wall north of Twilight Town, letting the cold morning wind blow across his face, his eyes looking east.

The sky was already bright, and the morning sun broke through the heavy clouds, reflecting the morning mist, and the contours of the surrounding landscape gradually lightened.

But there was still a vague light shining in the distant sky, as if to show the traveler which way to go, and Thorne stared at the light.

“What are you looking at?” Horat’s voice came from behind Thorne and asked.

“Do you know what that bright spot is?” Thorne looked away after hearing the words, but didn’t turn around, instead saying casually with his back to Horat.

“The wizard’s tower in Winter City, it’s nothing surprising, everyone in town knows it” Horat froze for a moment and replied.

“That’s right, I was drawn to that light and came to Winter City,” Thorne sighed softly and continued:

“I thought I could find a place of refuge there. What I didn’t expect was that the nobles there had fallen. The disaster in Winter City caused most of the players who were happy with the status quo to die in the city.”

The original Thorne was drawn to the light from the wizard’s tower and traveled a long distance from the city of waterfalls to Winter City.

But what he didn’t expect was that in this desert, powers as powerful as Winter City would be in a precarious state.

This made his heart completely cold, and at the same time he understood that in this cruel world, no matter where he was, everything was always alone.

The only thing that made him happy was that he received the inheritance of the Nine Swords, which was an unexpected surprise.

“Even if Winter City is suitable for us to live in, do you think that these players who are not willing to be ordinary will really stay in the city all their lives? At least I don’t want to.”

Horat walked around Thorne, leaned his whole body against the city wall, and said thoughtfully.

“East of Winter City is the Black Pearl Forest. On the other side of the forest is a vast plain of silver pine trees, and there is a deep stone city. If you suddenly feel tired, it may be a good place to retire.” “.

Thorne didn’t deny what Horat said, and then remembered the location of Deep Rock City that he had specially checked after parting ways with the fallen paladin, and told Horat.

“Withdraw? That’s not right for me. God gave me the opportunity to be reborn. Naturally, I don’t want to hide in a corner for the rest of my life. Even if I die, I will die vigorously.”

Horat shook his head with a chuckle and stared up at the pale sky with steady eyes.

Thorne turned to look at Horat and was about to speak, when he suddenly discovered that his eyes were red and red, and there was a trace of sadness in his expression, as if he had cried for someone yesterday. .

So Thorne couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?”

Although he had only been in contact with Horat for half a year at the start of the game, he was still relatively clear on his character.

The other part is a man who doesn’t cry easily, the only time he was in the village was when a native woman he liked died in defense of the village, causing him to cry all night as he held her body. woman. .

The heavy blow almost made him want to give up the match, because the players hadn’t crossed over yet, and could retreat and stop playing at any time.

After finally recovering, he left Waterfall Town and took a boat to the Thorn Bird Assassin Academy in the Northland Wasteland.

And the scarf around his neck was given to him by the woman, this guy has been wearing it all the time and never wanted to take it off.

“It’s nothing, there’s a little guy I brought here when he was studying at the Assassin Academy in the Northland Wasteland. Unfortunately, he died in the battle yesterday.”

Horat had obviously already adjusted his emotions, and his expression was very flat, and he was talking about something that seemed to have nothing to do with him.

“Aren’t you going back to the city of waterfalls to see…?” After being silent for a while, Thorne slowly opened his mouth and finally swallowed the word ‘she’.

“It’s a sad place for me, and I’ll never go back in my life.”

Horat’s pale face twitched slightly, and he then tightened the scarf around his neck and said calmly.

dong dong dong!

At this moment, a sound of footsteps was heard at the entrance of the stairs, and the two of them immediately looked away.

As the footsteps got closer, Sarayan’s figure approached with another man in a black cloak.

“Brother Thorne, have you packed everything?” Sarajan, who was dressed in a gray cloth, looked at Thorne as soon as he showed his face.

“Everything is ready, please, Lord Sarayan” Thorne nodded slightly, looking at Sarayan and said.

“That’s alright, I’ll introduce you,” Sarayang nodded when he heard the words, then pointed to the tall shadow next to him and said, “This is a friend from Stallman Town, Ekmon.”

After Sarayan finished speaking, Thorne walked over, pulled back her hood to reveal his long black hair, then held out his right hand and said with a smile,

“Hello Mr. Ekmon, this is Thorne from Fallstown. Please watch over me on the way.”

Today, the gnolls blocking the trade road had been completely cleared yesterday, and the road to Iron Horse Town was quiet. Many caravans stuck in Twilight Town were hastily preparing to leave.

Thorne originally planned to return to the town alone, but since the last explosive arrows Sarayan sent him made him see that it was a demonic trick from Stallman Town, another thought came to his mind, generated from the bottom of his heart.

That is to rebuild his Dark Embers longsword The overall material of the Dark Embers longsword is from the metal of the bottomless abyss, which contains the evil breath of the demon.

If you really want to channel that power and use it for your own use, maybe the warlocks who signed the contract with the evil of the abyss have a way, because Thorne has already felt the breath of the abyss in the burst arrows.

Naturally, he didn’t want to miss out on this good opportunity to transform the sword, so he asked Saraya, the lady of Twilight Town, to convince him to go with the Stallman Town caravan.

She then waited for that exclusive town, and Thorne tried to get back in touch with him.

Ekmon also removed the hood that covered his head, and a pair of curved goat horns and dark red fur appeared in front of everyone, and then he showed an unsightly smile and two small fangs on his upper teeth. Shaking hands with Thorne , said. in a low, hoarse voice:

“Hello, Mr. Thorne, we heard about your exploits at the tavern last night. To be able to travel with an excellent ranger, I think our caravan will definitely save a lot of trouble.”

“Mr. Ekmon won the prize. With the Lord of the Night accompanying him, how could those bastards dare to approach the caravan in Stallman Town?” Thorne looked at Tifflin in front of him and said with a smile.

The supposed feats are that in the battle with the gnolls yesterday, he personally killed fifteen hill giants and the gnoll leader. As long as those who participated in the battle yesterday are well aware of these things, it is naturally easy to pass by. opened.

And the Night Lord in Thorne’s mouth is the sorceress Anaxis of the Ancient One.

“So, Lord Sarayan, Brother Horat, we bid you farewell, farewell.” Then Thorne turned and waved goodbye to both of them.

“Take that guy Carlos a message for me, saying his son was born and I want to acknowledge him as my godson,” Sarajan waved and smiled.

“Take my part and take good care of our Fallen People for me.” Horat patted Thorne gently on the shoulder.

A fiery red sun rises from the far east, and thousands of rays of sunlight pour down on the earth. Through the tall trees, a long caravan is shrouded, and the morning light recedes.