Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 1 Ranger Thorne
In the dimly lit bar, the only source of light is a transparent crystal on the roof that has been cast with constant light.

Through the halo of the magic crystal, you can see rows of neatly arranged tables in this not-so-spacious bar room, and most of them are full of people.

The elven bard in a white robe had a vague smile on his lips.

The slender fingers gracefully plucked the twelve silver wires of the harp.

A piece of light and relaxing modern music allows players to enjoy this moment of tranquility.

At this time.

A small humanoid with small horns and a body covered in dark red skin.

Dragging a stinging scorpion tail, flapping a pair of leather wings, flew to the bar and complained in a shrill voice:

"Master, that savage is drunk again. It's already the fifth day, and he still has no money to pay the bill."

"Trundle, throw that bad guy out, and he won't be allowed in from now on." A slightly lazy female voice came from inside the bar.

"Okay, beautiful mistress!"

An ugly troll in a tight black vest put down his tray and emerged from the corner.

He looked in the direction of the wine table, grinned, licked his lips to reveal his ferocious fangs, then hunched his back and walked forward with his arms dangling left and right.

"One year...nearly night, another world...unreturned...people..."

The drunken savage was dirty and sloppy, and he was dragged by the strong troll without any resistance. His eyes were foggy, his face was numb, and he muttered to himself.

Hearing the words, the troll was stunned and looked up at the roof. Had it been a year before he knew it?
Then he quietly concealed the inexplicable sadness in his eyes, and whispered to the barbarian: "Those who can't see the reality clearly will eventually be eliminated, I'm sorry."

The drinker next to him remained indifferent to this episode, as if he had become accustomed to it.

Just glanced at it, then silently tasted the fine wine in the cup, enjoying the rare comfort.

If you can't go back, then live on!
Snapped!
Gold coins slapped against the marble bar, making a crisp sound, breaking the relaxing atmosphere.

The drinkers looked at him with unkind eyes.

"Boss, have a cup of bitter memories!"

It was a handsome man with elegant and decent clothes. He took out two gold coins and deliberately shouted at the bar owner.

Then, after glancing greedily at the other party's beautiful curves, he flicked his long dark green hair, and showed a smile that he thought was very chic:
"The rest is to pay off the previous credit. How about it? As I said, Danilo is a very trustworthy person."

"Simba, put away the dirty money!"

The bar hostess leaned back on her chair, poked out her delicate face from the covered magic book, glanced at the other party, and let out a cold voice.

"Of order, Master." Simba obediently responded, gave Danilo a disdainful look, and flapped his little leather wings to collect the gold coins on the bar.

Danilo, who didn't care, leaned against the bar, holding the glass goblet gracefully, gently sniffing the familiar smell in the glass, and was about to enjoy the bitterness of memories in this glass.

This is a taste from their distant hometown, and it is the only wine that perfectly restores the taste. After a sip, the familiar taste can remind people of some bitter memories.

"Trouble, give way!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded beside Danilo.

Danilo was slightly taken aback!
As a wanderer, he doesn't notice when he gets close. If he is in the alley or in the wild, he may have turned into a cold corpse.

So immediately turned around and looked.

A young man came into view. He had a pair of cold black eyes and long messy black hair.

The long black hair was covered by the hood of the cloak, with only a few strands floating around his face, dangling.

A black linen suit and cape seem to blend in with the dark bar.

The long sword with a sheath hanging from the waist, the composite longbow with a vicissitudes of life, and the quiver filled with arrows were firmly fixed behind him, motionless.

A few arrow feathers made of ferocious eagle feathers were exposed from the quiver, with blood stains still stained on them, silently telling something.

Bang!

"Thorn!" Seeing this familiar scene, Danilo exclaimed.

The glass goblet slipped from the palm of his hand, his handsome face became distorted, showing a look of fear, and his trembling legs moved back with difficulty.

In the bar, Danilo's startled breath attracted attention. When everyone saw the man in black next to Danilo, their faces became ugly.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, becoming deathly silent.

A few players dressed as rogues couldn't bear it first, and the dim bar room became their best cover, and the hazy figures left quietly.

"Uncle, who is this Thorne?" A young man in a gray wizard robe, seeing the changes in the crowd, his immature face showed curiosity, and asked softly to the dwarf warrior sitting opposite.

"Little God, you just came out of the wizard's tower today, you must remember that this kind of person is not to be provoked, and if you see it, hide away."

The dwarf warrior frowned, remembering a bad memory, and then deliberately lowered his voice.

After speaking, he drank the fine wine in the glass.

Wiping the wine stains on his beard, smoothing his weedy hair, he put on the damaged leather helmet on the table, and got up to leave.

"Uncle, didn't I tell you that I will be called Pardo in the future, and why can't he be provoked?" Pardo retorted dissatisfiedly, and then asked curiously.

"Sorn is a ranger player of unknown origin. In this bar that is only open to our players, every time he comes, there will be bloodshed. Last month, I witnessed Thorn killing more than a dozen people in the bar. players.

If it wasn't for alarming the city guards, it would be hard to imagine how it would end. It is said that the ranger was subdued by the city guards and sent to the underground death cell. They thought he was finished, but they didn't expect to come out so soon. "

The dwarf warrior got up and took a sneak peek at the black figure on the bar, recalling what happened not long ago, the hot dark red blade still made him terrified.

After speaking, he immediately signaled Pardo, who was like a curious baby in front of him, to prepare to escape. Numerous profound lessons made him understand that people who eat melons are also in danger of life.

Pardo stretched out his head and looked back curiously. Holding the robe that didn't fit well, he trotted away quietly following the dwarf warrior with his mind full of doubts.

"Brother Thorne, oh no, no, Master Thorne, please forgive me. That matter has nothing to do with me. I'm just a small guy, just obeying orders."

Facing the fear of death, Danilo didn't care about his elegant image. He put his head in his hands and knelt on the ground begging for mercy in despair.

He didn't want to die yet, the elves he had chosen had a lifespan of at least 800 years, and had recently met a beautiful noble widow, so don't live too comfortably.

Some see it as a cruel otherworld, but to him it is a new life full of hope.

"I'm not here to look for you, get out!" Thorne glanced at Danilo who was lying on the ground begging for mercy, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and finally he held back forcibly and said sharply.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm leaving now." Danilo fled to the door like crazy, as if he was being amnesty. He swore he would never come to this damned place again.

"Ms. Andrina, long time no see." Thorne walked to the bar, took off his hood, stroked his long hair that blocked his view, and greeted the bar owner.

Snapped!
"You go, no one here will welcome you!" Anderina closed the book and patted it on the table and slowly got up, with a flash of anger in her beautiful eyes.

The owner of the bar is a human woman with exquisite facial features, slender eyebrows as depicted, and long black hair hanging down her back.

Wearing a red tunic dress, she set off her curvaceous figure. If she matched with a little smile, she would definitely be a passionate and charming beauty.

It's a pity that she has a pretty face at this time, and she is staring at Thorne with a bad expression, her eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and violent magic fluctuations began to gather around her body, and the inconspicuous scales on her skin gradually solidified.

"Don't be nervous, I'm only here to meet someone." Thorne glanced at the vigilant Andrina, and stated his purpose in a pretendingly relaxed tone.

After finishing speaking, he took off the wine bag around his waist and put it on the bar: "Dragon Bitter Wine fills it up for me, thank you!"

Hearing this, Andelina breathed a sigh of relief, and then gestured to Simba with her eyes.

Simba hesitated for a moment, then looked at Thorne in fear, and finally mustered up the courage to flap his little wings, grab the wine bag and fly away quickly.

"Dragon Vein Warlock?" Thorne's eyes accidentally glanced at the faint lines on Anderina's skin, and he was a little surprised, so he asked casually.

"That's right." Anderina looked at the players who were leaving in a hurry, looked at Thorne vigilantly, and nodded coldly.

"Put away your spells, you are not my opponent yet." Thorne shook his head and said.

"Do you want to try it?" Anderina raised her eyebrows, staring at Thorne, a hint of amusement flashed in her golden eyes.

The violent fluctuations of magic power began to frantically gather in the palms covered by the bar.

blah blah blah!
Affected by the fluctuation, the glass on the bar shook uncomfortably.

"Okay, if you lose, I'll be free of the drink." Thorn was unmoved, leaning against the bar counter, feeling the vibration of the magic power.

"Then you lost?"

"Whatever, as long as you're happy." Thorne tightened the long sword hanging from his waist, showing a confident smile

"Very good!" Anderina spat out two words heavily, and the surrounding temperature began to rise gradually.

Clang!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed!
As soon as Anderina finished speaking, before the spell in her hand took shape, she saw a flash of cold light. Immediately, a chill spread across her neck covered by solid scales, followed by a burning pain on her neck. emerge.

The dangerous breath and cold killing intent made Anderina's beautiful eyes flash with panic.

She didn't dare to move rashly, and gently dissipated the magic fluctuations in her hands, and at the same time, her eyes signaled the troll who had just arrived not to mess around.

Then he looked at Thorne.

She was slightly relieved when she saw the movement of Thorne's long sword into its sheath.

"As a spellcaster, I'm too confident without a protective force field, but you have to count on what you say." Thorn put away his long sword and said calmly.

Anderina touched a trace of blood on her neck, her plump chest rose and fell, her beautiful eyes glared at You Xia, and a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Single Wang's hand speed is really different."

"That's because women will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword." Thorne thought for a while, looked up at the beauty in front of him, and replied seriously.

After finishing speaking, he noticed that Simba was flying over with a wine bag, and he took it casually. Regardless of the little demon pet's dissatisfied eyes, he stretched out his hand and rubbed its little head: "What a well-behaved little devil."

"Let me use the secret room, I want to see an old friend." Immediately afterwards, Thorne left without saying a word.

……

"Miss Ben doesn't have the same knowledge as a psychopath." Anderina muttered helplessly as she stared at Thorne's figure disappearing into the depths of the bar.

After a while, Anderina, who was a little bored lying on the counter, suddenly felt that the wound on her neck was wrapped in a soft light, and it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her expression changed, and she looked up at the door suspiciously.

"Sister Lina, long time no see." A gentle voice came from the door, and walked in after speaking.

"Nolan, why are you here?" Anderina asked with concern when she saw the girl in front of her with a smile on her lips.

"I'm here to find Thorn, is he here?"

Nolan put away the silver holy emblem in his hand, hesitation flashed in his bright eyes, and he finally asked.

"He's gone to the secret room." Andrina looked at the girl's appearance, and pointed to the direction where Thorne disappeared.

Nolan smiled, and immediately walked deep into the bar.

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