Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 216 Dragonborn Paladin

Twin Towers Town.

Near the east gate closest to the Blighthead Mountains, there is such a place: a large and messy tavern that has nothing to do with luxury.

As always, from the cold morning to the cold dusk, or the dark night, the tavern is always full of people.

The half-elf ranger in a black cloak stood in front of the 'Little Frog' tavern for a while, listening to the noisy voices in the house, avoiding the afterglow of the evening sun, and accompanied by the rusty wind chimes making a 'jingle' sound sound, he walked in.

"If this room is cleaned thoroughly, and then ventilated for a few days, it probably qualifies to be called 'dirty'." The half-elf ranger hid in the hood, scanning his eyes like a sharp sword. Circle, involuntarily complained in his heart.

In the "Little Frog" tavern, whether they are locals or outsiders, they are busy with various things according to their race and occupation.

Dedicated human merchants were arguing with the mountain dwarves over the price of weapons and equipment. Because the dwarves left their unique personal marks on the equipment ordered by the merchants, the merchants used this as an excuse to try to lower the prices as much as possible.

The not-so-dedicated businessman was bored sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a large glass of cheap beer to pass the time, and occasionally stretched out his salty hands to pinch the buttocks of the passing waitress, showing unscrupulous laughter.

The locals in Shuangta Town pretended to be well-informed and talked there, but they didn't know how stupid he was in the eyes of everyone.

While the technical workers are trying their best to please the rich customers, they are ridiculed by those who have no money.

The adventurers who returned from the trip drank desperately, as if celebrating that life is so beautiful, we have to enjoy it to the fullest.

A drunken halfling wanderer tied his jacket around his waist, stood on the table, bragging endlessly, drew out a short sword the size of a dagger, and kept waving it to the air, telling about his How to bravely fight back a group of ogres whose thighs are thicker than his waist in the Wild Skull Mountain Range...

The tavern owner put down the affairs in his hand, raised his head and looked at the visitor, he found this new guest standing quietly in front of the bar, expressionless and speechless.

This half-elf ranger has a black cloak, a black jacket and leggings, two sharp swords, one long and one short, hanging from his waist, and a composite longbow made of sorbus wood and a special quiver on his back.

The tail feathers of a dire eagle!

When he noticed the material of the arrow feathers in the quiver, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the knowledgeable tavern owner asked aloud, "Would you like something? Dear guest."

"Why is it called 'Little Frog'?" The half-elf ranger didn't answer the tavern owner's question, but raised his head slightly, staring at him with a pair of calm eyes, and asked back.

"This is my son's name, honored guest." The tavern owner replied with a bitter smile.

"I see. Do you have a drink?" The half-elf ranger nodded knowingly and asked.

"There's something about apple juice. I made it myself. It's a seasoning to pass the time occasionally. You have to understand that this is a tavern. I hope you can understand." The tavern owner replied truthfully.

"It's okay, let's have some, and try the craftsmanship of our hometown people." The half-elf ranger squeezed out a smile on his calm face.

The tavern owner was taken aback for a moment, and immediately wiped his hands on the canvas apron, took out a glass bottle filled with blue juice from the counter, and poured it into a large beer glass:

"Praise the home we can't go back to, praise the craftsmanship of our hometown, I treat this cup as if I invite you for free, I hope that your appearance will be just like when you entered the door, you will come quietly and leave quietly."

"Maybe I'm going to disappoint you." The half-elf ranger took a sniff of the wine glass filled with apple juice on the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "However, just for this familiar smell, I will try my best to restrain myself."

"Can you leave your name? An unfamiliar yet familiar visitor from afar." The tavern owner finally couldn't help but ask.

"Ranger, Thorn." After the half-elf ranger finished, he left a sentence: "You don't need to introduce yourself, because no matter what your name is, I can always think of a bouncing 'little frog', Your son must be very sweet."

The entire tavern was crowded with tables and boxes, and most of them were full of people. Thorne simply glanced around and found his own seat, so he slowly passed the noisy crowd with a beer glass and walked towards the corner go.

After parting from the female player Alvy in the farmhouse, he walked towards Shuangta Town non-stop.

However, when he was walking on the busy streets, he found that there was no news about the raging demons in the whole town, so he decided to go in alone to do some reconnaissance when the night fell.

However, not long after walking through the town, a special figure appeared in his line of sight, and followed him all the way to come here.

The noisy tavern is destined not to allow the half-elf ranger to enjoy the tranquility. After a while, someone who didn't surprise him appeared.

"Gweilun's running dog, what do you think of this place?" A man in black tight-fitting animal fur armor and a silver-white mask walked over, unceremoniously pulled out a chair and sat on Thorn's side. The other side sneered.

"It's the stalker of the Way of Silence." Thorne calmly reminded him, tasting the sour apple juice in the beer glass without even looking at the other party.

"Stupid ranger, do you really think you can easily keep up with me with your half-assed tracking technology?" The voice of the masked man on the opposite side sounded disgusting: "To tell you the truth, it's me I deliberately lured you here."

Although the other party's expression was completely hidden in the silver-white mask, Thorne still judged from his tone that the masked man in front of him was very embarrassing and in need of a beating.

So he glanced at the other party calmly, and said in a flat tone: "You are a player."

The mocking words that the masked man had just concocted were all choked back by Thorne's words, and he was a little surprised and said, "How did you see that?"

"Because you're full of slanderous arrogance." Thorn put down his beer glass and said slowly.

"You just enjoy the moment of hard talking slowly." The masked man heaved his chest and said disdainfully: "Don't compare me with those cowardly guys, and don't use that lame name, I call myself 'chaos Son of God'. Such a wonderful world, I am so intoxicated, as for the other hell world, go away!"

"It seems that your life is very unhappy." Thorne said, leaning on the chair.

"It's not just unpleasant, it's just miserable. To tell you the truth, I'm a fugitive. I've really had enough of hiding in hiding all my life. It's a pity that a curious attempt brought me here."

The masked man looked up at the ceiling and said to himself:
"Do you know what my greatest hobby is? It's killing people, that's right, it's killing people. You don't understand this feeling. It's so wonderful that blood spurts out strange flowers. Ever since I killed the pair Dogs and men, I just fell in love with this feeling, this world fascinates me so much.”

"It turned out to be a perverted murderer, so you were cuckolded, right, poor guy." Thorne looked at the other party with pity.

"These are not important." The masked man stared at Thorne coldly: "The reason why I brought you here is mainly to invite you to a banquet, Gui Lun's lackey."

"It's the stalker of the Way of Silence." Thorn reminded the other party again, then held his beer glass, and said unhurriedly: "The so-called banquet is a 'deer feast', so don't worry, even if If you don’t come to invite me, I will attend in person. Since the Huangkuan Mountain Range also has such a luxurious feast, then I don’t have to rush to the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range. Thank you very much for saving me a day’s journey , you have to understand that long-distance travel is really hard."

"Arrogant and ignorant guy." The masked man glared at the ranger viciously, took out a string of terrifying necklaces from his neck, and said coldly:

"That's what a Melikai ranger with the needle leaf emblem on his chest said last time, but his rough archery skills and poor magic skills are just like tickling. Did you see, this front tooth was given by him. The bequest to me, just because he tried to use his teeth to bite through my tough skin is ridiculous."

"It seems that you are right. This world is really suitable for people like you...to survive." Thorn took a sip of the apple juice in his glass and sighed slightly.

"Survival of the fittest and elimination of advantage is the inheritance of the God of Hunting. Only violent and bloody death and killing are of great significance. In all things, wild and strong emotions can overcome reason and deep thinking."

The masked man took out a bone magic weapon carved with blood-stained claws, and the expression hidden in the mask was pious and crazy: "Taste the blood of all the things that kill, let hunting fill my life, this is what I am dream to pursue."

"Why so much nonsense, you just say that animal nature can defeat human nature, and it's over, it's really long-winded." Thorne couldn't help but sneer.

"Guilun's running dog, today I will spare your life for the time being, because only by letting you die in the endless fear of hunting in the "deer feast" of the God of Hunting, can I get the richest reward from my lord. Reward, I hope you won't be like a shivering mouse hiding in a cave." The masked man ignored Thorne's ridicule and said coldly.

"It's the stalker of the way of silence!" Thorne reminded again, and then drank the apple juice in the beer glass, regretting in a cold voice: "It's a pity that you don't have the opportunity to participate in this great holy day gone."

Under the suspicious eyes of the masked man, Thorne gently put the beer mug on the table, moved his right hand to the hilt of the sword without a trace, stood up suddenly, and unsheathed the demon. The sharp blade was as fast as lightning, and instantly tore Crack the air.

"Pfft!"

The masked man's head flew into the air, drew an arc, and fell onto the table where the dwarf was negotiating with the businessman. His body fell stiffly and heavily on the marble floor covered with wine, like a freshly chopped tree. big tree.

"Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound made by the corpse of the masked man, the inside of the tavern suddenly exploded, someone screamed, and the guests began to crawl towards the exit, countless chairs were overturned in the push , Countless wine glasses and table tennis fell to the ground.

The tavern owner's lips trembled in fright, and he stared at the headless corpse on the ground in fear. The surging blood continued to flow, forming a large thick bloodstain. A certain female guest pierced through the tavern The boss's eardrums brought back his breath, and also brought him vomiting again and again.

"Ow! Oooo! Oooo!"

At this time, behind Thorne, the rapid howling of wolves sounded one after another. Under the dim light, the three figures projected on the wall suddenly rose strangely, turning into ferocious wolves.

"Werewolf." Thorn held two swords, looking at the three humanoid bodies with thick fur and well-developed muscles, and the greedy and hungry wolf head, his surprise flashed away.

The werewolves in the lycanthropy are brutal predators. In addition to their keen senses in humanoid form, they also have a fiery temper. They are also lovers of half-cooked meat and the most devout believers in the god of hunting. .

When they transform into werewolves, it is difficult to retain their nature, especially on the night of the full moon, so they are the most dangerous group for civilized settlements.

However, in his eyes, there was no threat at all. How could these players living in the forces of the original residents be stronger than those in the Emerald Field.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The three werewolves dominated by animal nature had completely forgotten how their companions were instantly beheaded. Driven by wildness and killing, they swung their sharp claws and fangs and rushed towards the half-elf ranger at the same time.

Facing the pounce of the three werewolves, Thorn unhurriedly tightened the two swords in his hand, saw him turn around lightly, and easily dodged.

Then with a sneer, Thorn waved two whistling sword blades, flashing a pale orange flame in the dim light, his figure exuding scorching breath went back and forth several times beside the three werewolves, three The stiff werewolf let out a final wail and fell heavily on the marble floor, which was covered with wine stains and broken glass.

Thorne looked at the empty tavern, and noticed the shivering tavern owner hiding under the counter. He exchanged apologetic glances with him, and then went to the four corpses respectively, searched out all their purses, and weighed them. After a while, he threw it on the counter, ready to leave.

After walking a few steps, a tall figure appeared at the door of the tavern with the sound of 'ding ding', blocking Thorn's way, making his footsteps stay in place.

"Dragonborn paladin?" Thorne looked at the figure in front of him, with a flash of surprise in his expression.

The dragonborn who appeared in front of him was covered with bronze scales, and a body of nearly two meters in silver-white full-body armor. Like most dragonborns, he had a lizard-like head, a short beak, and a rough Eyebrows, above the eyebrows are covered with crowns of different lengths, composed of small horn-like scales, from the color of the scales, it can be seen that the opponent's bloodline comes from a bronze dragon.

"I am the paladin of the God of Justice. This is a battle for justice to eliminate evil. Just as the bards sang, justice will surely defeat evil. Leave all of you."

The dragon-born paladin first glanced at Thorne, noticing the light blue aura of kindness emanating from his body, and immediately turned around to disperse the approaching guards.

The guard captain of Shuangta Town glanced at the imprint carved on the silver-white holy emblem in the hands of the Dragonborn paladins: a blue shield as the base, and a balance balanced on a warhammer in the middle.

Then he bowed slightly to salute the dragonborn paladin, and immediately disappeared into the crowd eating melons with the guard team.

"Hi, nice to meet you, familiar stranger, I am a dragonborn paladin from Sept City, Peo Joses." Seeing the crowd at the entrance of the tavern dispersed, the dragonborn paladin turned and walked away In front of Thorn, he stretched out his hand and said.

"The ranger from Waterfall Town, Thorne." Thorne put his swords into their sheaths, briefly shook hands with the other party, and said with a half-smile: "You are justice overdue?"

"Justice is never late, it has already arrived, hasn't it?" Dragonborn paladin glanced at the dead body, his expression straightened, and he retorted seriously.

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　Thanks to the boss: the blind man who sees through everything, the old onion knight for the reward, thank you for your support! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)