Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 14 Saving the Orcs
fire!
There were fires everywhere, and the blazing fires lit up the entire night sky. The bloody arena was full of panicked and frightened screams and eerie, terrifying and excited wild laughter in mid-air.

Blood!

There was blood everywhere, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of burning corpses enveloped the entire upper city of Winter City. The sky seemed to be stained red with blood, showing a strange dark red.

Rumble!
Thorne rolled on the spot in embarrassment, and suddenly a dark red fireball the size of a washbasin detonated not far away.

Looking at the shocking circular pit and the large pieces of bombed corpses, Thorn broke out in a cold sweat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Afterwards, he patted the dirt on his clothes and hair, coughed a few times, and inhaled the strong sulfur breath, which caused strong discomfort to his abdomen, and finally got some relief.

A demon from the abyss has descended!

No one knows where they suddenly appeared, it was more like falling from the sky, and suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"S... En, save... me!" A weak voice mixed with infinite desire for life, with a hint of surprise, suddenly sounded behind Thorn.

Thorne was taken aback for a moment, and immediately turned to look in the direction of the source of the sound.

It's Danilo, the rogue player I met in Andelina's bar today!

At this moment, Danilo's handsome face was already covered with filth and blood, and his flowing elf hair was also withered and yellowed by the flames.

His legs were rubbed by the dark red flames and became bloody, causing him to lose his ability to move. He lay on the ground and struggled to crawl towards Thorn with his arms, leaving behind two shocking bloodstains.

Seeing Thorne, Danilo seemed to have grasped the last straw.

"I haven't looked for you yet, but you delivered it yourself!" Seeing Danilo, Thorne's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then he drew out the dark red long sword at his waist, and said sharply.

"For the sake of...players, please...please help...save me." Danilo begged Thorne with all his strength.

As an elf player, he has a lifespan of nearly 800 years, and he hasn't enjoyed enough life yet. He really doesn't want to just die in a foreign land without a sound.

"For the sake of the players? Why didn't you think of this when more than 100 unarmed players in Talan Village were brutally killed by you cruel bandits!"

Thorne heard the words, recalling the tragedy a month ago, furious, and roared angrily at Danilo.

"..." Danilo, who was pale, was speechless and lowered his head in shame.

puff!

Target is dead!
Extract the soul energy of the target and gain 300 experience points!
"Blood debt must be paid in blood!" Thorn cut off Danilo's head with a sword, left a word coldly, and then turned and fled to the safe area.

Rumble!
Thorne jumped violently, avoiding the aftermath of a dark red fireball again, glanced at a shattered corpse beside him, and quickly ran towards the gate where the slaves and beasts were held.

Clang!
Looking at the locked fence gate, Thorne swung the long sword violently in his hand, and the chain broke immediately, and then he pushed the door and walked in.

In the dimly lit corridor, the only light source is the torches on both sides of the wall.

The explosion of flames, the wild laughter of demons, and the breath of fear from the bottomless abyss made these slaves and beasts imprisoned in iron cages become irritable and restless. This is a fear of death and a desire for survival!
They roared, frantically using their bloody flesh and blood, tirelessly and painfully hitting the chained gate.

However, these cages for wild beasts and slaves were built extraordinarily strong in order to prevent various unstable factors from happening.

Even if Ballow's fireball hit the roof, it only caused a slight vibration and dropped a little dust.

The fierce resistance of these slaves and beasts with a strong desire to survive is doomed to be in vain.

Thorne held the long sword in his hand, and looked at some nobles, guards and staff hiding in the corridor, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath of the cold, damp and foul-smelling air, and walked towards the people fleeing the disaster as if nothing had happened.

"Thorn! What are you going to do?" The goblin wizard, the narrator, saw the approaching Thorn, and his heart palpitations flashed away, and then he asked vigilantly.

"It turned out to be respecting His Majesty Wizard Kerr, what can I do for you? Those damned abyssal demons! I had to flee here in embarrassment." Thorn immediately put away the long sword in his hand, a trace of a trace of anger appeared on his face. He said respectfully with a smile.

"Don't worry! The Guardian of Radiance will quell this disaster, and this strong arena cage will protect us, so stay at ease, little guy!" Seeing Thorne's respectful expression, the goblin wizard thought to himself Said with a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much, respected Sir Wizard Kerr!" Thorn slightly possessed himself, smiling and walking towards the goblin wizard.

When Thorne was about to approach the goblin wizard, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

In the dim space, I saw Thorne draw out his long sword at a very fast speed, stabbed him in the throat fiercely under the astonished eyes of the goblin wizard, and fell down slowly.

Target is dead!
Extract the soul energy of the target and get 400 experience points!
Through understanding the battle, you get 20 practice points!
"You despicable wanderer! You want to die!" A nobleman in gorgeous clothes shouted at Thorne loudly.

All the arena staff and noble guards also reacted immediately, and they all showed their weapons and stared vigilantly at Thorne who was holding a long sword.

Thorne held the blood-stained long sword in his hand, glanced at the guards around the nobleman, immediately took the slave collar control device from the goblin wizard's pocket, and then retreated.

The reason why he dared to attack blatantly was because he saw that the nobles who had taken refuge did not have many guards, and they did not pose a great threat to him.

Clang!
Thorn walked to the prison door where the orc players were held, and waved the long sword in his hand, and the iron chain made of fine steel snapped.

"My God! Stop him quickly, this lowly half-elf is going to release the imprisoned slave!" The nobleman exclaimed after seeing Thorne's action, and immediately ordered the guards around him to stop Thorne.

Thorne dragged open the heavy cell door, glanced at the orc player who had secretly handed him the rag, threw the slave collar control device to the opponent, and then clenched his long sword to meet the rushing noble guards.

In the dark prison cell, the orc players who were already ashen-faced couldn't hide their excitement when they saw Thorn appear, and a strong vitality burst out from their lifeless eyes.

Several barbarian players roared angrily, and amidst crackling sounds, their bodies were filled with explosive power.

"For the Horde! Go out!" The orc player who received Thorn's control device immediately untied the forbidden magic collar on his neck. He roared, and the violent magic power fluctuations around him immediately began to frantically condense.

Terrifying momentum!

Seeing the three guards rushing towards him, Thorne looked calm, and immediately activated the special ability attached to the background expertise, and suddenly a deterrent bloody aura instantly pressed down on the three guards.

Obviously, the strength of these guards of the nobles is only about the level of second-order extraordinary, shrouded in the powerful aura exuding from Thorne's body, the pace of the charge froze for an instant, and the eyes looking at Thorne became fearful.

Thorne naturally would not miss this opportunity, he drew a dagger from his waist again, and rushed towards the three guards.

Puff puff!
The three guards who had no time to react were cut across the deadly throat by Thorne's flickering long sword, and then slowly fell down.

Target is dead!
Extract the soul energy of the target and gain 500 experience points!
Through understanding the battle, you get 50 practice points!
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"Orcs are never slaves!"

After walking out of the cell, an orc who turned on the rage roared, and the heart-piercing roar resounded throughout the corridor, then picked up the weapon in the hands of the dead noble guards, and began to cut off the cages where the orcs were held one by one.

"Orcs are never slaves!"

And the rest of the orcs also roared in unison. They rushed forward with bare hands as if desperately trying to avoid the nobles, unleashing their anger!

Seeing a large number of rescued orc players, Thorne stood in place, watching the riot caused by him.

Winter City is now surrounded by enemies, even if they are free now, what should they do?

"Thank you for this brother's help. Your great kindness will never be forgotten by our entire Frostwolf clan!" an orc player walked up to Thorne and said.

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of little effort." Thorne put away his weapon and turned around and said indifferently.

Then Thorn glanced at the other party and the orc sword master who was supported by the chest injury behind him, and asked the orc player who spoke just now: "Are you the great chief Sarn?"

"It's hard to be ashamed!" Saen said with some shame.

"Then what are your plans for the future?" Thorn asked again after thinking for a moment.

"Plan?" Sarn was taken aback, his eyes filled with confusion.

They were originally orcs in the wilderness of the Northland. For their own dreams, they escaped from the evil orc tribe to survive in the cracks.

Although they rely on the player's own wisdom, do not steal or rob, grow food, domesticate livestock and build camps by themselves, everything is developing in a good direction.

However, the harvest day was originally a day worth celebrating. The sudden disaster caused these orc players to suffer a catastrophe. Those evil orcs paid attention to them because they couldn't get food.

After a breakout, more than half of the tribe of more than 1000 people were killed or injured, and they had to seek refuge with the humans in the east.

Who ever thought that this was the real beginning of the disaster, they were too naive, how could the nobles of these human kingdoms believe in orcs.

They fell into the human trap!
Then they all served as slaves, and nearly 500 orcs were sold like pigs to Cold Winter City on the other side of the Neverwinter Sea.

During the cruel and harsh voyage, tortured by illness and hunger, more than half of the orc players died!
Despair filled the hearts of every orc player. Many players could not bear the longing for their families after time travel and the unknown fate they faced. Under the double torment, they chose to end their lives here.

Every time Sarn thought of his bold words and guarantee to the players back then, he felt ashamed and wanted to take his own life hastily.

But he understands that he can't do this. He is the spiritual leader of the entire tribe. If he dies, the players who are still struggling will collapse like houses without pillars.

So when Sarn saw Thorne, the only player in Winter City, he tried to call for help regardless, and quietly stuffed the help rags he had kept into Thorne's hands.

Although they were rescued now, where should they go?

After all, in this world of Toril, the orc race is synonymous with chaos and evil!
"If you can escape from the city, go to Waterfall Town! It is a territory established by our players, and you will not be excluded." Thorne said after thinking for a moment, and then took out a map and told Sarn Pointing in the direction:

"Walking north along this forest, you must avoid human villages and towns. When you reach Pushang Town, go to a player named Carlos. He said that Thorne, the traveler, guided you here, and he will take you in. .”

Then Thorne paused and said: "Of course, the premise is that you can successfully rush out of Winter City."

Now Winter City is surrounded by crises, the city guards are busy defending the city, and the noble district is suffering terribly from the two Barlow flame demons, so tonight is the best time for them to leave the city.

"Thank you!" Sarn thanked after taking Thorne's map.

"Then I wish you good luck, we will see you in Waterfall Town!" Thorne patted Sarn on the shoulder and said.

"We must live!" San's confused eyes became firm, and then he stretched out his right hand and said solemnly.

"Live!" Thorne held Sarn's broad and powerful palm, looked at the other's firm gaze, and said in a deep voice.

In this cruel alien world.
One sentence: live!
It is the most intimate blessing between players!
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(End of this chapter)