Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 252
Thorne got up early in the morning, opened the window, and looked into the distance. The refreshing morning mist dilutes the rising sun on the horizon, making it less glaring.

The breeze rushed towards his face, he was used to the smell of blood, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, and suddenly felt that the cool air was full of the fragrance of green grass, and a faint fragrance of wild flowers, with a refreshing sweetness The taste is refreshing.

As a half-elf ranger with wood elf blood, he is very close to the breath of nature. Sometimes he even considers whether to live in seclusion in a deserted corner and spend the rest of his life in peace.

However, this kind of thought only passed away in a flash, and was completely dispelled by his persistent heart.Obviously, that kind of secluded life with few desires is not suitable for him at all.

He pushed open the door and walked to the surging waterfall with the slight trembling sound of the cabin. He saw the water falling from above, making a rumbling sound, as if playing a rhythmic symphony.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure of Fulong Beast. It curled up under a big tree in front of the door, snoring like thunder, and the trembling green leaves trembled.

Then Thorne faced the less glaring morning light, with his head in his hands and his legs crossed, lying on his back on the flat stone beside him that had been smoothed by the years.

He just lay there quietly, looking at the hazy sky colored by the morning light.Until the morning fog dissipated, the red sun climbed to the top of the tower on the West Cliff, as if reminding the world that today is another sunny day.

Suddenly, wisps of blue hair gently brushed over his cheeks, and the faint scent of violets mixed with refreshing fragrance lingered in his nostrils again.

Thorn opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a pair of bright and beautiful eyes exuding a clear and faint light, and a touching smile happened to pass through the bottom of the eyes.

Anderina's half-bent body blocked the morning light, and the graceful shadow enveloped him. The waterfall-like black hair slid down from her shoulders, shining with a silky soft luster. Cheeks sweep back and forth.

"Here we come." Thorne, who came back to his senses, stood up and said to Andelina who was already sitting beside him.

"Well, what's the matter?" Anderina nodded with a smile.

"Didn't you say that your Arcanist profession is difficult to get started? I'll take you to meet someone in the downtown area. She may be able to solve many doubts for you." Thorn thought about it, and said with a mysterious smile.

"Who is it?" Anderina asked curiously.

"It's a goblin wizard player." After Thorne finished speaking, he stood up directly, glanced at the Fulong Beast who was still sleeping soundly, and then set his eyes on Anderina, beckoning her to follow, and then turned towards Go down town.

"Goblin?" Andrina muttered in confusion, and quickly followed Thorne's pace, walking side by side with him.

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Waterfall on the town, the next city.

The cloud of war had dissipated yesterday, and the streets of the town gradually became lively.

Thorne, who was walking on the street with Anderina, suddenly noticed a figure who was about to leave in the direction of the city gate. His expression changed, and he grabbed her arm and quickened his pace to follow.

"Mr. Tossa, are you leaving so soon?" Thorne stopped the leaving figure and said in a slightly respectful tone.

"It's Thorne, that's right, the hobgoblin has been repelled, I have other things to do, so I won't stay here too much." The slowly walking figure stopped when he heard Thorne's voice, Turning around to look at him, stroking the beard fluttering in the wind, showing a hearty smile.

The middle-aged man who spoke to Thorne was a fourth-order ranger from the northern wilderness. His tall and burly body showed that he was a standard northerner.

And this ranger named Tosa, like Thorne, is also a stalker of the Way of Silence, a believer in the patron saint of rangers in the Northland.

He was wearing thin clothing made of soft leather, and walked barefoot. A brown pentagram tattoo could be vaguely seen on his intentionally opened chest.

This is a special mark left by the followers of Gwaeron in the wilderness of the North to prove that they have dedicated themselves to the Stalker organization of the Way of Silence, and to pay tribute to the patron saint of the Rangers of the North.

Since the physical image of the patron saint of the Northland ranger, Guilun Storm, is a tall man with a long beard and long hair, his followers always like to let their hair and beard grow wantonly.

And the ranger Tossa in front of him is naturally no exception.

In addition to carrying a composite longbow and a bag full of arrows, this high-level ranger with exemplary strength also holds a two-handed sword that exudes a light orange magical aura.

In the northern wilderness, the number of trolls is the most rampant, so as the hunters of the path of silence, most of their weapons have the fire attribute that inhibits the regeneration of trolls.

A few days ago, Thorne met this ranger in the Forest of Tranquility, and it was this high-ranking ranger who came forward to help him, which made it easy for him to convince the ranger druids of the Temple of Melikai and catch up with them in time. Go to Fallstown for support.

Thorne stepped forward and asked: "Mr. Tossa, I heard that there is a Bow Monastery in the Lost Star Mountains of the Northland Wilderness. If there is a chance, I will visit and follow in your footsteps and hunt together Prey of the wilderness."

"Bow Monastery?" The middle-aged ranger Tossa was stunned for a moment, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he said with a smile: "Yes, there is indeed such a place, where the hunters of the Path of Silence are all over the northern wilderness , as long as you look for them according to the ranger marks, they will be very easy to find, and they will welcome you very much.”

"Are you planning to go back to the northern wilderness?" Thorn, who didn't notice the change in the other party's expression, looked in the direction of the city gate and asked again.

"I don't plan to go back for the time being. In the Huangkuan Mountains, the believers of Mara have been uneasy recently. It is said that after the failure of the 'Deer Feast' last year, they slaughtered a small village living in seclusion in the valley, so I plan to go to the Huangkuan Mountains. Cultivate in the Cranial Mountains for a period of time." The middle-aged ranger shook his head and told Thorne his plan.

Slaughtered a small village hidden in the valley?

Thorne's expression fluctuated for a moment, and he regained his composure. Then he said to the ranger in front of him: "Then, Mr. Tosa, I wish you a smooth journey, and may the Patron Saint of the Ranger of the North protect you."

The middle-aged ranger smiled heartily at Thorne, nodded, stroked his tassel-like beard, and turned to leave.

Thorne looked at the disappearing figure of the other party and fell into a brief thought.

According to the high-ranking ranger just now, after last year's "Deer Feast" ended, the remaining believers of Mara massacred a small village living in seclusion in the valley due to the failure of the hunting ceremony.

When he heard the information about the small village living in seclusion in the valley, he immediately recalled the place where he temporarily settled in the Huangkuan Mountains that night.

"Could it be because of my temporary settlement that attracted the crazy revenge of Mara believers?" Thorne subconsciously guessed.

Then he denied this conjecture, because when he planned to enter the small village to settle down, he had already considered whether such consequences would occur.Therefore, he had already used the knight-errant magic technique to cover up the traces of his walking while walking all the way, and the traces of his coming and going could not be traced at all with the tracking ability of the Mara believers alone.

After all, what they are good at is scent tracking, and imprint tracking is what the followers of the tracking god are best at.

Moreover, on the night he left the small village, the old man who came forward to help him out and welcome him next time made a deep impression on him, and he even suspected that this old man might be a reclusive expert .

From the traces of the buildings in that village, he can see that it has existed for at least three to forty years. How could it be possible for him to be easily broken by Mara's followers because of his arrival? .

"It must be a small village in another place." After thinking about it, Thorne stopped worrying about this issue, and led Anderina to continue walking towards the place where the people of Horn Town temporarily stayed.

The war with the hobgoblins is over, and the people of Horn Town still have a lot of follow-up matters to deal with. Except for the large army returning first, the important personnel are not in a hurry to leave, but live in the hotel that Torvi arranged for them.

As for what follow-up matters to deal with, it is nothing more than the distribution of spoils and discussing the future trade development between the two towns.

After all, Horn Town is dominated by evil humanoid races. Even under the leadership of the goblin wizard Malvisa, this evil nature has been changed a lot, but it is still hostile to all civilized settlements. It is almost impossible to play happily together.

However, if the town wants to grow and develop, it cannot rest on its laurels. If Horn Town only relies on kobolds' crappy forging technology, it will be difficult to produce any sophisticated equipment. Without weapons and equipment to strengthen its strength, there is no talk of expanding its territory and gaining a foothold in the wilderness.

Therefore, establishing a trade relationship with Pushang Town is an imperative trend, just like the more than 100 orc wolf cavalry who came to support yesterday, the curved blades in their hands were provided by Pushang Town.

Now that the war is over, there will be no more disasters for the time being. It is also time for him to deal with the matter at hand, which is about the lost holy city of the dragon race: Kimbatur City.

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