Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 289 I Want to Be Your Dragon Knight
The inexplicable feeling of powerlessness receded like a tide, and Thorne immediately returned to normal, staring straight at the surprised black dragon girl with sharp eyes, obviously she was surprised that this ranger was able to withstand her dragon power.

Although Thorne's palm was pinched to the point of numbness and loss of consciousness, a trace of dark orange flame mixed with the light orange flame was still burning the girl's palm. If she persisted, it was only a matter of time before she was scorched into charcoal. .

Long Wei was ineffective, and noticed that Thorne's calm eyes gradually became colder. The stubborn girl knew that the plan in her heart had completely failed, so she immediately let go of Thorne's hand, and then put her hand behind her back without any trace. behind.

Seeing this, Thorne pretended to smile relaxedly, looked at the almost deformed palm, and stretched out his other hand. Under the horrified gazes of several people, there were bursts of scalp-numbing 'clicks'. With a sound, he restored all the fractured parts to their original shape.

Then, to his surprise, Master Qingchen who had been standing by his side threw a healing magic spell at him, which revived his limp palms again.

Thorne smiled and thanked the druid. Obviously, the reason why the other party suddenly stood beside him seemed to have expected this to happen.

At the same time, the kobold warlock Reisers standing behind the black dragon girl, noticed the burn marks on the palms of the other party's back, and looked at Thorn in disbelief.

Because he really couldn't understand that Sigrit, who was completely immune to the damage of the fireball technique, would be left marks by the opponent's flames.

"Little girl, are you staying in this underground ruins so hard that you're going to be stupid? How can I put it, as long as the IQ doesn't increase with age, it will always be accompanied by sadness."

The goblin wizard Malvisa drove the wolf to the black dragon girl with an unnatural expression. She reached out to pat her shoulder, but found that she couldn't reach it, so she looked up at her slightly embarrassed pretty face, and said with a smile :

"How is the test? Did you overplay it? Look, even Longwei has been used."

"..."

Sigritte didn't know how to answer the conversation, she secretly took a look at Thorne, and found that the other party looked very calm, as if he didn't seem angry, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You little goblin, why are you talking to our Black Dragon Queen? You don't want to live anymore, do you?" At this moment, noticing that Sigrit was teased by Malvisa, Reese stood up first and straightened her back Children vent their anger for each other.

"It turned out to be a kobold dragon vein warlock. However, I saw that you seemed weak when you spoke, and your expression seemed to be sluggish. Your legs have a floating feeling when you walk. I don't think you, little guy It's overindulgence."

Noticing the screaming Reiss, Malvisa didn't care about the other party's ridicule, but stared at the other party with a half-smile, until she stared at Reiss embarrassingly, and then said meaningfully:
"Look, the scales on your face are cracked, and there are still a few broken spider silks left on it, and how this spider silk looks like the material used by female drow to make black silk, so strange, Why do the silk threads on other people's stockings hang on the scales of your little head."

After Malvisa finished speaking, she turned to look at Thorn, and asked with a smile, "Thon, do you know the reason for this?"

"...How could I know? In other words, why do you keep asking me about this kind of topic? You should ask our Master Qingchen, he must know more than me." Thorn looked at Malvisa depressedly, helplessly With a smile, he transferred the flames of war to the Druids beside him.

Hearing his name being mentioned by Thorne again, the Druid, who had almost no sense of presence, subconsciously moved behind the burly Kutiger.

"Resus, tell me the truth, did you hide the female drow captive last time instead of killing it?"

After listening to the goblin wizard's analysis, Sigrit immediately recalled the drow captive in black stockings, with a serious face, looking coldly at the kobold warlock who just stretched out his little paw to touch his face.

"...You guys continue to chat, I'll leave first!" Reiss glared at the goblin wizard viciously. He really regretted what he was talking about at the time, so he insisted on coming with him.

So he dropped a sentence, straightened his two calves, which had always been bent all the time, and disappeared into the darkness like an arrow flying from the string.

"If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave." Seeing that the kobold had disappeared into the darkness, Thorn, who didn't want to spend time here, said first.

"Why are you all right?" Thorne's voice had just finished, and Sigrit saw the other party turn around and wanted to leave, so she hurriedly said.

"Zheng!"

Immediately afterwards, Sigrit pulled out the long sword she was holding in her arms and pointed it at Thorne's body. After looking at the other's expression, she smiled and said, "Do you know this sword?"

Thorne looked at the sharp blade with light blue light in front of him, and immediately noticed that the structure and shape of the sword body was exactly the same as his long sword, which was ground from eight sides.

However, the blade and body of the opponent's sword were forged very smoothly and naturally, and there was even a sense of naturalness.

But his sword blade is much rougher, because the shape of his long sword was originally forged by a player with less than two years of work experience, and was finally refined by the master of Stallman Town.

However, neither of these two is an expert in casting technology. Needless to say, the player in Winter City, the master in Stallman Town mainly focuses on enchanting, and forging is only his sub-professional.

Therefore, when Thorn saw the opponent's sword, he immediately guessed that it must come from a master who specializes in sword making.

"Very good!" Thorne praised truthfully.

"I call this sword: Frost Slash, but it is a pity that it still lacks the spirituality of ice, so it cannot be upgraded to legendary quality. Then, do you want to know where this master swordsmith is?" Seeing that the other party was successfully hooked Out of curiosity, Sigrit withdrew her sharp blade, and at the same time, a slight smile crossed the corner of her mouth.

"Of course." Thorne nodded. Originally, he was worrying about how to forge another weapon. If he could really get to know a master swordsmith, it would be a great thing for him, maybe He can add some private goods to this long sword to improve its quality.

However, he also understood that this young girl who had just suffered a dark loss in his hands would not say it so easily, so he asked straight to the point: "Tell me, what are the conditions."

"I think your swordsmanship is quite good, so I want to compete with you. If you win, I will take you to the most famous swordsmith in the Underdark."

Seeing the ranger's calm expression and calm look, Sigrit took a deep breath, calmed down her ups and downs, moved closer to the other party, and said in a soft tone. My own opinion.

"What if I lose?" Thorne moved a few steps towards Anderina, keeping a certain distance from her, and asked calmly instead of rushing to agree.

"If you lose..." The girl held the sheathed sword and left Thorne a back view, raised her head and unconsciously looked at the deep darkness, pondered for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and said in a slightly hasty tone: " If you lose, I want you to be my dragon knight."

As soon as the girl's voice fell, the group of people, except for the goblin wizard who stretched out his hand to lick the wolf, all focused their eyes on Thorne.

Anderina even looked at Sigrit with a slightly unfriendly gaze.

Dragon Knight!
Hearing these three words, Thorn's head froze instantly.

The so-called "Dragon Knight" is not a warrior in a fantasy novel who drives a giant dragon to slaughter all enemies and save the world.

In this world, the dragon knight sounds really cool, but the reality is actually very skinny.

Because of the dragon knight profession here, the real leaders are almost all dragons (unless you can handle dragons), and the rider is a servant, to put it mildly, and they are responsible for taking care of the daily necessities of the dragon. During the battle, being responsible for observing the weather, tracking and navigating is completely a pure assistance.

The reason why this kind of profession appears is mainly because some giant dragons who like to fight, in order to be able to display their combat power more recklessly, add a fully automatic reconnaissance and navigation software to themselves, and then help him deal with the flies that give him headaches such enemies.

This is like playing a certain game. An ADC with support is naturally more threatening than an ADC without support.

Therefore, if he really became the opponent's dragon knight, then it would be tantamount to selling himself to the black dragon in front of him as a ten-thousand-year supporter.

"Why, are you afraid of losing the competition, so you dare not agree?" Sigrit's eyes flickered, watching Thorne's hesitant face, and subconsciously whispered a question.

"The price is too high, and I don't think the interests of both parties are equal at all."

Thorn patted the back of Anderina's hand lightly, looked at her, then met Sigrit's gaze, and said calmly.

"It's okay, then what conditions do you think can be reciprocated, you can mention it, and I can consider it." Sigrit watched Thorn quietly and said indifferently.

"If I win, I will be your dragon knight." Thorne thought for a while, and said his conditions meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)