Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 139 Orphans
The falcon flapped its wings and flew across the treetops, stopping the chirping of birds.

The unpredictable white clouds drifted in the blue sky, bringing a large area of ​​ferocious shadows, and dyed the golden weeds on the ground into a dark color.

Thorne, who was wearing a black cloak, was sitting on a rock, holding a pure black composite longbow in his hand, stroking the bow arm, feeling the dense scratches left by each battle, which still made it difficult for him to tell whether it was glory or not. Still hurts.

Looking at the traces that seemed to be carved by time, Thorne took out a dry cloth from his pocket and gently cleaned the blood and dirt on the strings, rubbed a piece of wax-like oil on the bowstrings evenly, and then Quickly rub the bowstring with a dry cloth.

Not far away, beside a big tree, Ashmo was casually lying on the withered yellow grass, playing and playing with his animal companions. His innocent smile like a child was hidden by the dark green cloak.

Anderina rested her cheek on one hand, her long hair half covered her pretty face, and her beautiful eyes looked at Thorn, who was carefully maintaining his weapon beside him, with interest. Looking at his concentrated expression, she was slightly lost in thought.

At this time, a slight laughing sound caught her attention, and then she caught a glimpse of Ashmore's expression not far away from the corner of her eye, and saw her eyebrows slightly raised, and couldn't help but whispered to herself:
"It's hard to imagine that after such a big change, this player can still maintain such a good mentality. Seeing him seems to have returned to his carefree childhood."

"Orphan." Thorne paused as he wiped the bowstring, and said two words calmly.

"..." Andelina looked at Thorne helplessly and said, "If you talk about him behind his back like this, he won't be afraid of hurting his self-esteem if he finds out."

"Only he still has self-esteem?" Thorne glanced at Ashmo who was not far away, and said angrily:
"As long as he doesn't talk about his status as an orphan and hurt others, it's fine. Everyone in Fallstown likes to call him: Orphan Ranger."

Thorne twitched slightly when he recalled the first time he introduced himself to Ashmore.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he continued: "Check to see if your familiar is coming back soon."

Because he felt the slight sound of footsteps in the direction where the little devil disappeared, and was approaching them at a very fast speed, but he couldn't confirm that it must be it, so he asked aloud.

After all, he has been there for a while, and according to Ashmo's estimated distance, he should have come back a long time ago. If he hasn't returned for such a long time, something unexpected might happen.

"Yes." Anderina nodded slightly with a thought.

Upon hearing this, Thorne immediately put away the composite longbow that had just been maintained, and stood up to look directly.

"Ouch..."

At this time, the light blue pupils of the half-breed winter wolf who had been playing with Ashmore flashed a glimmer of light, and let out a low growl full of vigilance.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body bowed slightly, like a taut bowstring, passing over Ashmo's body in an instant, and pounced on the swaying bushes.

"Ouch! You dead dog, take it easy." The moment the half-breed winter wolf pounced into the grass, the familiar scream of the little devil Simba sounded.

The three of them quickly looked over, only to see a half-breed winter wolf holding a frantically struggling little rabbit in its mouth, and kept making weird cursing noises.

Seeing the eyes of the half-breed winter wolf approaching him to ask him for credit, Ashmoe's head was full of black lines, so he hurriedly scolded it softly: "Let it go quickly, my own."

The half-breed winter wolf gave a humane nod with a half-understanding expression, and immediately let go.

The little devil Simba took the opportunity to change back to his original body, flapping a pair of small dark red leather wings, and glared at the half-blood winter wolf fiercely with his small cunning eyes.

Feeling the provocative gaze, the half-breed winter wolf let out a breath of air without showing any weakness, raised its front paws, and grinned at the little devil.

"I'll chop up your dead dog some other day, and invite the paralyzed ranger to eat dog meat hot pot together." The little devil said harshly, and flew towards Anderina.

Dog hot pot?

Thorne, who was inexplicably lying on the gun, subconsciously looked at Anderina beside him. Obviously, being able to say such vulgar words from the mouth of the magic pet must have something to do with the master.

"Look at what I'm doing, I must have learned this from other players when I was hanging out in the tavern."

Anderina's face was embarrassed, and she directly disregarded the relationship. Seeing that the magic pet had already flown over, she immediately asked, "How is it? Did you check everything out?"

"That golden-eyed half-elf is so unreliable. It pointed in the wrong direction. It took me a long time to find it." The little devil Simba glanced at Ashmo, and said indignantly:

"What are you looking at, you are as annoying as your dead dog, a ranger who is half bottled of vinegar, and almost killed the future pit demon."

"I'm looking at you, come and bite me." Being taunted by a magic pet, Ashmo curled his lips and fought back without showing any weakness: "As for you, a pit demon with a small body and no future, what are you doing?" Not to mention that you are the Devil Lord."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, what are you doing with a magic pet." Thorn felt a little overwhelmed, and stopped Ashmo.

Seeing that Thorne had already spoken, Ashmo knew the seriousness of the matter, so he shut up obediently and stopped using his talkative attributes.

"Little boy, fight with me, you are still young, I really think that two half-elf rangers with half a bottle of vinegar can get together to become an elf ranger full of vinegar."

Seeing Ashmo's silence, the little devil Simba sneered again.

"..." Ashmore.

"..." Thorne.

"Hurry up and report the situation!" Anderina said sharply with a cold expression.

The little devil shrank subconsciously, and said aggrievedly: "My most beautiful and most beautiful master, don't you see that I am helping you?"

"You talk too much nonsense today, no matter how dishonest you are, you will continue to stay in the dimensional space in the future." Anderina said with a straight face, expressionless.

"Don't worry, I'm almost suffocating these few days." The little devil made a begging expression, and then began to honestly report the reconnaissance information: "Four abyss gnolls, a gnoll priest, and the number 22 only Gnoll warriors."

"How can you be sure that it's the Gnoll Priest and the Abyss Gnoll?" Ashmo asked a little puzzled.

The appearance of the abyss gnoll is different from other gnolls, and it can be seen at a glance. Only the gnoll priest is difficult to identify, unless the other party casts a magic spell, otherwise it cannot be confirmed.

But the magic pet in front of him could confirm it clearly, which made him a little suspicious.

"Listen up, ignorant half-bottle jealous ranger. This uncle comes from Bator Hell, the future abyss for refining demons, and the breath of those funny people in the abyss. I can't help but smell Yeno on the leader of the gnolls. Ancient chaos."

The little devil gave Ashmo a disdainful look and said.

"Then, are you sure about the strength of the Gnoll Priest?" Thorne asked after a moment of thought.

"I'm not too sure about this." The little devil said truthfully.

(End of this chapter)