Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 103 The Temptation of Tiefling (I wish you all a Merry Christmas!)
In the deep night, half a cold moon is hidden among the jagged clouds. On the bumpy road, the shadows of trees and weeds are knee-deep, and the road surface is hazy and difficult to distinguish.

The icy night wind blew by, the vegetation swayed and rustled, and there were occasional strange birdsong and beasts roaring from the depths of the bushes, making it even more eerie and creepy.

Clang!
The sound of a weapon being sheathed lightly passed through the night, and Thorne's figure emerged from the dense bushes through the wisps of silver light cast by the cold moon.

I saw his cold eyes hidden in the hood lightly sweeping across the group of goblins hiding in the bushes not far away.

Immediately, bursts of fine and thin voices mixed with the sound of fleeing footsteps, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the hideous shadow along with the wildly swaying bushes.

Goblins are small humanoids with broad faces, flattened noses, pointed ears and a large mouth filled with pointed fangs.

Their foreheads are tilted back, their dark eyes are mostly red, and their hair is between orange and red. Although they walk upright, their arms can hang down to their knees, which shows that they are also very good at climbing trees.

Many see them as a bunch of troublesome nuisances.

However, if there is a little carelessness, some civilized areas will be destroyed by the large-scale attack of this group of creatures with large numbers, fast reproduction speed and evil tendencies.

A group of small goblins alone usually has no strategic concept, and is naturally cowardly, and will flee in all directions if the situation is not good for them.

But these little guys can still carry out many complex plans if given the proper supervision and leadership or given them deadly threats.

In this case their sheer number is a formidable advantage.

So no matter what kind of humanoids invade the player's territory in the wilderness, the first thing they have to face is these troublesome goblin cannon fodder.

In this emerald field with few civilized settlements, the number of goblins is particularly large.

Their tenacious vitality and their ability to reproduce stronger than mice make them at the bottom of the biological chain, becoming the rations and cannon fodder of many creatures, and raising many wild humanoid races and beasts.

Thorne glanced at the bodies of several goblin bears lying in the grass, then turned and walked towards the camping place of the caravan in Stallman Town.

Since the caravan left Iron Horse Town, the efficiency of the caravan was still as high as ever, and there were hardly any stops on the way.

It was not until the dark night was completely shrouded that it was very difficult to travel, so I chose to stop and stay overnight, planning to rest until the next day before starting.

After all, after more than ten hours of driving, even if there are no major problems with people, the cattle and horses consigning supplies will not be able to withstand this high-intensity rush.

So Thorn went into the depths of the dark jungle alone while the caravan found a campsite to set up camp, earning a little experience for upgrading.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Thorne, who was wearing a black cloak, walked very quietly in the darkness. Even if he didn't deliberately cover up, his figure appeared hazy, as if the night automatically wrapped him up.

The reason for this effect is not only his high level of "stealth" and "hiding" skills, but also the stance skill "Shadow Beloved" of the Shadow Hand faction.

This is a move that allows him to master the power of the shadow, which will be continuously strengthened as his kendo level increases.

Even in the end, it was not difficult for him to disappear out of thin air under the dazzling sunlight or travel through the shadow plane.

The sword technique of the Shadow Hand School itself is to allow people to master an ability to guide and control darkness and shadows, making him proficient in sneak attack and ambush techniques, otherwise Thorn would not have chosen this kind of sword technique at the beginning.

Thorne silently interspersed among the busy caravans. Even though the bright bonfire dispelled all the surrounding darkness, his figure was still very inconspicuous, and almost no one noticed his existence.

Of course, except for the big carriage that the magician Anakeys was riding in.

When Thorne was about ten meters away from the wizard's carriage, his keen intuition clearly noticed a pair of eyes peeping at him from inside the carriage.

So his body paused for a moment, then slowly turned around and pretended to glance casually.

Immediately afterwards, Thorne felt a pair of cold eyes that seemed to be looking directly into his heart, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

He is very familiar with this feeling, it was exactly the same when he met the magician at the Salted Fish Hotel last time.

There were actually two people inside!

who can that be?

Why watch him secretly?
Thorne suppressed the doubts in his heart and left quickly.

The spellcasters are a group of eccentric people, especially the warlocks of the tiefling race.

Because their own blood is often discriminated against by others, most of them had a miserable childhood until their personalities became distorted.

What is the scariest thing in the world?
Certainly when a spellcaster is trying to have some fun.

……

It was already late at night, and the surrounding fields were dark, and the dim starlight could not illuminate the rough road.

The withered grass on the roadside swayed with the wind, and the bushes not far away made rustling sounds, which seemed vague and indistinct.

Thorne still seemed very out of place, a little farther behind the caravan, leaning against a big tree alone, his long sword standing upside down in an easily accessible position, eyes closed and meditating.

After a day's journey, Thorne also helped the caravan as a scout for a day. The time at night naturally belonged to him. As for the caravan's night watch, he didn't care about it.

But the darker the night, the more disturbed Thorne's vigilant heart was. He always felt that something was going to happen tonight.

This intuition for danger has never deceived him, especially when his perception attribute reaches 20 points, his sensitivity to danger becomes even stronger.

This is also the main reason why he chose to rest behind the caravan camp.

Sand, sand, sand...

At this time, a slight sound of footsteps came into Thorne's ears. He straightened his expression and gently moved his hand to the position of the long sword.

"Don't be impulsive, Mr. Thorne, it's me." As the footsteps got closer, Tiefling Ekmon's hoarse and deep voice reached Thorne's ears.

"What's the matter?" Thorn put down his guard and looked at the other party with some doubts and asked.

Thorne is not a talkative person, on the contrary he prefers to keep silent.

Although Sarayan introduced this tiefling to him when he set off from Twilight Town, after a day's journey today, the two sides had almost no redundant gossip except for the handover of some reconnaissance affairs.

It's not that familiar, and Thorne is not even sure about the other party's occupation.

The caravan of nearly a hundred people, the humanoid creatures wandering in the wilderness, no matter how bad their brains are, they understand that this is a group of caravans that cannot be provoked. Naturally, Thorne has never seen the other party have a chance to make a move.

Regarding this tiefling's sudden visit, Thorne was somewhat puzzled.

"It's nothing serious, but I have a doubt in my heart, so I can't help but come over and ask, I hope you don't mind."

Ekmon swung his tail behind him as he walked, and then said casually not far from Thorne.

"It's okay, just tell me." Thorne replied calmly after hearing the words.

"With Mr. Thorn's skills, I think it's more efficient not to follow the caravan." Ekmon looked at Thorne thoughtfully with his dull eyes, expressing his inner doubts.

As soon as Tiefling Ekmon's voice fell, Thorne immediately guessed that the other party was here to test him, so he slowly stated his purpose:

"There is nothing to hide. I am very interested in the explosive arrows made by you in Stallman Town, so I plan to visit this master alchemist who is proficient in enchanting."

"Really? But I heard that Mr. Thorne has just left Winter City. How can a remote wilderness town like ours compare with the ancient Wizard Tower."

Ekmon paused for a moment, but his voice was still so hoarse and low. With the whistling night wind and his curving goat horns, dark red face and gently wagging thick tail, it was like a whisper from a demon.

This guy's vigilance is quite high, and Thorne glanced at him a little unexpectedly.

Then he looked up at the pitch-black night, pretended to sigh deeply, and said slowly:
"Actually, I came here for this, and the weird abyssal breath has begun to spread to my whole body."

After Thorn finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand, showing the dense dark spots on his palm to Ekmon.

"It seems that you have provoked something that shouldn't be touched." Ekmon was surprised when he saw the dark spot on Thorne's palm, and said.

"That's right, that's the purpose of my coming to Stallman Town." Thorne withdrew his right hand and said directly.

The main material of Thorne's Dark Cinder Sword is forged from the abyssal iron salvaged from the molten iron lake in the Myriad Abyss Plain, the uppermost layer of the Abyss.

This metal from the abyss exudes an evil aura all the time in an attempt to erode his will, and the dark spot on his hand is the best proof.

But because Thorn knew how to use Qi energy, this evil breath couldn't do him any harm at all.

But these dark spots on the hands are always a hidden danger, and it may break out one day, and it is too late to cry.

If the alchemist who serves the devil as the suzerain can really successfully strengthen his dark ember long sword, and then remove the abyssal breath on it.

Then the dark spots on his hands would naturally disappear gradually. In fact, Thorne was not lying.

"I think Mr. Thorne should know something about the situation in Stallman Town, so I hope you can understand my difficulties. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I will take you to see Master Kailong in person when we arrive in the town. Happy to help you."

Ekmon stood up and said to Thorne slowly with apology.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Ekmon." Thorne responded softly.

As soon as the words fell, Thorne stood up suddenly with his eyes fixed, holding the sword in his right hand, and quickly rushed to the shadow of the jungle not far away.

Ah!
puff!

With the sound of a sharp knife piercing into the flesh, followed by a stern wail, a black shadow revealed its original shape in front of Thorn's eyes.

boom!
Taking advantage of the situation, Thorn kicked the dead body away, bowed slightly, a cold light passed directly above his head, and then he slashed out with his long sword, drawing a scorching sword light.

The figure who was attacking Thorne was instantly cut into two under the sharp blade, with his upper body lying on the ground and howling continuously.

"It's a lizardman stalker, how could such a thing appear here?" Ekmon, who had reacted, saw the two corpses, and exclaimed with a face full of doubts.

"Now is not the time to think about this. I can feel the sound of heavy footsteps in the depths and a disgusting stench. We are in trouble tonight, Mr. Eckmond."

Thorne stomped to death the upper half of his body lying on the ground and screaming, and said in a low voice to tiefling Ekmon.

　Thanks to the boss: White Hunterの月 for the reward, thank you for your support! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)