Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 230 Small Village

The Blightskull Mountains are located at the northernmost point of Twin Towers, next to the Neverwinter Sea leading to the Northland Wastes. It is a rugged land full of rocks and valleys washed by rapids. This land is a land of dangerous humanoids and giants. hometown.

Ogres, hill giants, and trolls often roam this barren land.

It is said that a great civilization of giants once occupied the mountains, as many of the summits still have long spiral staircases, tall rough palaces, and huge benches that can be used for viewing.

Fifty years ago, a large ogre tribe called Bloodblade brutally launched an attack from the Blighthead Mountain Range, sweeping almost all the civilized settlements on the southern plain of the Blighthead Mountain Range.

In the end, the regular army from Seput City arrived and successfully prevented the disaster brought by the ogre tribe, and built a fortress to defend against the invasion of mountain creatures on the main road leading to the Barren Skull Mountain Range, ensuring the recovery and development of civilized areas. develop.

As the sun disappeared from the western horizon, the afterglow of dusk gradually disappeared, and Thorne's shadow was stretched longer and longer.

He glanced down at the footprints on the ground, the torn vegetation, and the rude way of opening the way, and immediately confirmed the identity of the prey.

Ten minutes later, the half-elf ranger finally saw the target he was looking for in a bush.

This is a crude ogre camp. In the barren skull mountains, the most common humanoids are ogres.

It is said that the secrets of the giant family are hidden here, so most of the civilized giants and ogre tribes will involuntarily migrate to the Barren Skull Mountains, trying to find ancient lost treasures.

The area of ​​the ogre camp is not very large. A few sharpened logs were stuck upside down on the ground, encircling a strangely shaped area. Almost all of the five vulgar ogres were naked from the upper body, and the lower body was a piece of flesh. Made apron.

Some of them are lounging on the ground, some are playing with half-dead goblins, and some are making necklaces from the leftover skulls.

In the middle of the camp, there were two tattered tents five meters high, which were unceremoniously penetrated by the afterglow of the setting sun.

A frightening necklace made of two goblin heads was strung together around his neck, and an ogre leader wearing a ferocious bear skin came out, his sharp fangs gleaming with pale orange light. Roaring in the giant language, the sound was as loud as a firecracker.

The ogres who were resting on the ground muttered Giant's language dissatisfiedly, and reluctantly got up.

One of the ogres' mace accidentally pokes another in the ass, and immediately the two ogres fight in the camp.

All of the lazy ogres suddenly became full of energy, and powerful roars exploded in the camp. Obviously, they were all cheering for the two ogres who were fighting.

"Pfft!"

The angry ogre leader was about to curse, when a sharp arrow shot out from the outside of the camp and pierced his throat with precision. The cheerful arc and flames on the arrow quickly spread to the wound, leaving a burning black spot in an instant. almost traces.

"thump!"

The ogre leader lay lifeless on the ground for no apparent reason.

Noticing the movement, the ogre glanced at the thin figure in the bushes and was so stunned that the half-finished necklace in his hand fell to the ground. He really couldn't believe that a half-elf could kill them with one blow from such a long distance. Strongest leader.

The ogre hesitated for a moment, his stupid head prevented him from thinking too much, so he picked up the giant wooden club on the ground, and rushed towards the half-elf screaming strangely.

Noticing the ogre that was about to charge, Thorne spun his body to avoid the whistling of the wooden club, and at the same time gained more momentum, and then appeared behind the ogre flexibly, with a short sword in his hand followed by another With the long sword, two shocking bloodstains were drawn across the ogre's back.

The ogre fell down with a howl, and Thorne took a quick step, and in front of him, the long sword flashed a cold light, and an ugly head rolled to the other side of the bush with the help of blood eruption.

The remaining four ogres in the camp finally sensed the unexpected enemy with the strong smell of blood and mournful wailing, roared one after another, picked up the thing in their hands and rushed towards Thorne.

Thorne took a deep breath, recalling in his mind the sword skills performed by the wandering swordsman he had practiced in the past few days. He tightly held the two sharp blades in his hands, his legs suddenly exerted strength, and turned into a swift black shadow, and went up alone.

I saw the two swords in his hands swinging into a dazzling dance of death. Every time the sword light flashed, an ogre wailed in pain after being hit to the vital point. In just a moment, the four ogre Fell in a pool of blood.

Thorn glanced at the beating experience prompt, put his swords into their sheaths, and followed the next target in the mountains against the afterglow that was about to disappear on the horizon.

……

As night fell, the entire forest fell silent in fear. Thorn glanced at the bright full moon and countless stars in the night sky above his head. They were so close that they seemed to be within reach from the treetops.

At this time, a shooting star pierced the night sky and disappeared into the distant sky. The half-elf ranger who looked up at the starry sky did not make a wish. He was actually thinking why the shooting star did not fall in front of him.

Because this flashing light band in the night sky is actually a piece of metal that has absorbed the aura of the sun and the moon, it is especially suitable for casting swords.

Compared with buying finished weapons, he is more loyal to using materials to customize the sharpest blades that are most convenient for him to use. Unfortunately, precious metal materials are not so easy to come across.

"Whoosh!"

Thorn leapt forward and landed on a thick branch, then took out dry food and water bags, and began to replenish his strength, preparing for the hunt on the night of the full moon.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the roar of a violent bear came from the depths of the woods. Thorn, who was gnawing on hard-to-swallow dry food, changed his expression and disappeared into the night immediately.

"Sand! Sand! Sand!"

After a while, a figure leading a black bear appeared in Thorn's sight.

"It turned out to be him!"

With the help of the bright moonlight, Thorn's pupils suddenly shrank after seeing the appearance of the person coming.

"The followers of Guilun are arrogant, arrogant and ignorant. Be careful that the followers of Mara will find you. In the depths of the valley 500 meters ahead, there is a small village built by refugees."

The black shadow walked under the tree where Thorn was hiding, snorted coldly, and led the well-behaved black bear to disappear into the night without a sound.

……

Thorne followed the direction the shadow pointed to him, and soon saw a village hidden deep in the valley, with torches lit on all sides, and the guards of the arrow tower could be seen vaguely.

"Who?" A man with a bow and arrow noticed Thorn's figure, and shouted down vigilantly. At the same time, he was also tightly holding the rope of the alarm pendulum clock.

Thorn's figure stepped out, lifted his hood, raised his hands to show no malice, and said, "Half-elf ranger, a traveling adventurer."

After seeing Thorne's appearance clearly, the guards of the Arrow Tower relaxed a little, and lightly tapped the rope of the alarm bell.

With the crisp and melodious bell, after a while, the heavy gate of the village rang, and a human man in light armor appeared, followed by five or six vigilant guards. He frowned and looked at Thorne , asked: "A person?"

"That's right, a lone ranger." Thorne nodded and said with a smile.

When the human man heard the words, his expression suddenly revealed that a highly skilled half-elf ranger did have the ability to cross the Barren Skull Mountain Range alone, and then said: "Are you here to stay overnight?"

"Yes." Thorne nodded again.

There are still five or six hours before the 'deer feast' held by Mara worshipers. There is no shortage of fallen druids in these crazy worships. The place is indeed a good choice.

"Go in. The mountains are very dangerous tonight. It's best to stay here honestly and don't walk around." The human man ordered and led Thorn to the village.

(End of this chapter)