Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 100
In the misty early morning, the air was humid and cold, and in the distant eastern sky, a bright dawn appeared, painting the sky colorfully.

After a night's rest, Thorne's chest injury has begun to improve, but it is still aching, and it will take at least three or four days to fully heal.

At this time, he was half leaning on the north wall of Twilight Town, letting the bitter morning wind blow his face, his eyes looking east.

The sky was already bright, and the morning sun came through the clouds, reflecting the tumbling morning fog, and the outlines of the surrounding scenery gradually became clear.

But there is still a blurry light shining in the distant sky, as if pointing out the direction for travelers, Thorne stared at the light intently.

"What are you looking at?" Horat's voice came from behind Thorne and asked.

"Do you know what that shining spot is?" Thorne retracted his gaze after hearing this, but he didn't turn around, but said casually with his back to Horat.

"The wizard's tower in Winter City, there's nothing surprising about it, everyone in the town knows about it." Horat was stunned for a moment before replying.

"That's right, I was attracted by that light and came to Cold Winter City." Thorne sighed softly and continued:

"I thought I could find a place of sanctuary there, but what I didn't expect was that the nobles there had fallen. The disaster in Winter City caused most players who were content with the status quo to die tragically in the city."

It was precisely because Thorne was attracted by the light of the Wizard Tower that he traveled a long distance from Fallstown to Winter City.

But what he didn't expect was that in this wilderness, forces as powerful as Winter City were in a precarious situation.

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 on his own.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that he got the inheritance of Nine Swords, which was an unexpected surprise.

"Even if Winter City is suitable for us to live in, do you think these players who are not willing to be ordinary will really stay in the city for a lifetime? At least I don't want to."

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

"To the east of Winter City is the Black Pearl Forest, and through that forest is a vast plain of silver pine, where there is a deep stone city, if you suddenly feel tired at any time, it may be a good place to retire .”

Thorn did not deny what Horat said, and then recalled the location of Deep Rock City that he had checked after parting with the fallen paladin, and told Horat.

"Retirement? That's not suitable for me. God gave me a chance 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 chuckled and shook his head, looking at the white sky with firm eyes.

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

So Thorne couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Although he only had contact with Horat for half a year at the beginning of the game, he still has a relatively clear understanding of his character.

The other party is a man who doesn't cry easily. The only time was when he was in Waterfall Town. An aboriginal woman he liked died in the town's defense, causing him to hold the woman's body and cry all night. .

The heavy blow made him almost want to give up the game, because at that time the players hadn't traversed, and they could quit playing at any time.

After finally recovering, he left Pushang Town and took a boat to the Thorn Bird Assassin Academy in the northern wilderness.

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

"It's nothing, there is a little guy I brought here when I was studying at the Assassin Academy in the Northland Wilderness, and unfortunately died in yesterday's battle."

Horat had obviously adjusted his emotions, and he talked about a matter that seemed to have nothing to do with him in a very flat manner.

"Aren't you planning to go back to Fallshang Town to see...?" After standing silent for a moment, Thorn slowly said, and finally swallowed the word "she" abruptly.

"It's a sad place for me, and I will never go back in this life."

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

Boom boom boom!
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, and the two immediately turned their eyes away.

As the footsteps got closer, Sarayang's figure walked over with another person in a black cloak.

"Brother Thorn, are you all packed?" Sarajan, who was dressed in gray cloth, just showed his head and looked at Thorn.

"It's all ready, please, Lord Sarayan." Thorne nodded slightly, looking at Sarayan.

"That's good, let me introduce you." Sarayan nodded, then pointed to the tall black figure beside him and said, "This is a friend from Stallman Town, Ekmon."

After Sarayan finished speaking, Thorne moved over, took off his hood to reveal his long black hair, stretched out his right hand and said with a smile:
"Hi, Mr. Ecmond, I'm Thorne from Fallstown, please take care of me on the way."

The Gnolls blocking the trade roads were completely cleared yesterday, and the road to Iron Horse Town has been smoothed out. Many caravans trapped in Twilight Town are hurriedly preparing to leave.

Thorn originally planned to go back to the town of Waterfall alone, but since the last time Sarayan sent him a few explosive arrows, he saw that it was a demonic technique from Stallman Town, another thought came to him. generated from the bottom of my heart.

That is to reforge his dark ember long sword. The overall material of the dark ember long sword is metal from the bottomless abyss, which contains evil demonic breath.

If they want to really use that power for their own use, perhaps those magicians who have signed a contract with the abyss demon have a way, because Thorne has already felt the breath of the abyss from the bursting arrows.

Naturally, he didn't want to miss this good opportunity to transform the weapon, so he entrusted Sarayan, the lord of Twilight Town, to lobby for him to go with the caravan in Stallman Town.

Then when he got to that very xenophobic town, Thorne tried to find a way to get in touch with it.

Ekmon also took off the hood covering his head, revealing a pair of curving goat horns and dark red skin in front of everyone, and then he showed an ugly smile and two small fangs on the upper teeth, After shaking hands with Thorne, he said in a low and hoarse voice:

"Hello, Mr. Thorne, we have heard about your deeds at the tavern last night. Being able to travel with an outstanding ranger, I believe our caravan will definitely save a lot of trouble."

"Mr. Ekmon's praise, with the night lord accompanying him, how could those wilderness dare to approach the caravan in Stallman Town." Thorne glanced at tiefling in front of him and said with a smile.

The so-called deeds are that in the battle with the wolf man yesterday, he personally killed fifteen hill giants and the leader of the wolf man. Those who participated in yesterday's battle are very clear about these things, and naturally they are easily spread. open.

And the night lord that Thorne was talking about was Anakeys, the female sorcerer of the former ruler.

"Then, Lord Sarayan, Brother Horat, let's bid farewell. Goodbye." Then Thorn turned and bid farewell to the two.

"Take a message to Carlos for me, just say that his child is born, and I want to recognize him as my godson." Sarajan waved his hands and laughed.

"Take my share and protect our waterfall town for me." Horat patted Thorn's shoulder lightly and said.

A round of fiery red sun rises from the far east, and thousands of rays of light pour over the earth, covering a long caravan through tall bushes, and gradually drifting away with the morning light.

(End of this chapter)