Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 293 Dragon Saddle
In the dim underground ruins, through the flickering light of the fungus, two figures can be found emerging from it, walking forward silently.

When Thorne felt that the road under his feet was getting smoother and smoother, he finally realized that under the leadership of Sigrit, he had been freed from the rough ruined stone road.

As it moved forward, the grid made of marble floor became more and more conspicuous, until it became a regular avenue, and a black city wall that shimmered with light.

Looking at the source of light in the direction of the city wall, Thorne could clearly tell that it was a blue-and-white light source placed regularly, not the light from fungal mushrooms that grew randomly by the roadside.

This kind of light is more like the lighting of street lamps, and this light comes from the two huge stone gates with intricate carvings under the city wall.

"Stop coming! Report your name and the purpose of your visit!" Just as the two approached the gate more than ten meters away, a voice ordered in dragon language.

As soon as the words fell, rows of heavy crossbows that had already been loaded appeared on the battlements and locked Thorne and the two of them. Under the blue and white light, the sharp crossbows shone with a cold light.

Immediately afterwards, a kobold soldier covered in towering black scales appeared on the city wall.

When he saw Sigrit's figure, his expression changed suddenly, his scarlet pupils flashed with uneasy light, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, and said in a terrified tone:
"I also ask the great Black Dragon Queen to apologise, because your most loyal servant didn't recognize your face at the first time, this subordinate deserves to die!"

Then there were bursts of rapid metal collisions, and all the kobold guards on the city wall were prostrate on the ground and shivered, and there were whimpers like dogs barking.

"Open the city gate." Sigrit ordered calmly without even looking at her subordinates on the city wall.

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, the kobolds, who seemed to have been granted amnesty, immediately got busy. With the lever being levered, the gate slowly rose.

Sigrit turned around and glanced at Thorn beside her, with a faint smile on her lips, and walked in first.

Thorne followed closely behind without hesitation.

There are no neat and orderly houses in the city walls as imagined. Except for a magnificent Bahamut Temple in the distance, most of the places are still in collapsed ruins, and only a few buildings have been completed.

However, in the crevices of many ruins, Thorne saw densely packed caves and a few baby kobolds sticking their heads out.

Obviously, these kobolds live in burrows.

"You are so boring, you didn't talk much all the way." Noticing that Thorne followed, Sigrit finally couldn't help complaining to the ranger.

"Why do you have to talk? I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing, I'll be tricked by you." Thorn replied calmly.

Regarding the black dragon girl threatening the red dragon player Argotus, Thorne didn't want to make any comments. He only knew that this girl who had lived in the underground ruins for 400 years must have something wrong with her mind.

Therefore, he didn't want to argue with the other party. His only hope was to handle the matter at hand well and stay away from the other party as soon as possible. If he lost his mind, it would be embarrassing to force him to do other things. After all, he couldn't beat the other party.

"Don't worry, I have already reserved a place for you as a dragon knight exclusively for you, so there will be absolutely no other arrangements."

Seemingly aware of Thorne's inner worries, Sigrit looked at the half-elf ranger covered by the cloak with eyes like an innocent girl, and wanted to reach out to pat the ranger's shoulder, but was nimbly dodged.

"..."

Thorn remained silent again. In order to avoid the half-smile in the eyes of the other party, he turned his attention to two half-orc slaves who were driving a group of subterranean beasts and grazing in the mossy ruins in the distance.

"The group of creatures that look like cows are Roth beasts. All their fur, flesh, flesh and milk can be used. They have the same status as cattle in our world. They are also the most important domestic animals in the Underdark. I will invite you to eat Roth beasts later. Spare ribs and Ross beast barbecue." Noticing Thorne's surprised gaze, Sigrit explained to him with a smile.

"I know that." Thorn replied, and then shifted his gaze to another open area emitting a blue gleam, where a large group of goblin slaves carefully took care of the growing fungi among the fungi.

"Those fungi are called blue hats, which have the reputation of 'underdark grains'. In fact, blue hats themselves cannot be eaten, but their spores can be ground into nutritious and light-tasting flour. The baked bread made from this flour It also smells of fragrance." Sigrit explained to Thorne again:
"You have to understand that when I stayed alone in this underground ruins for hundreds of years, before I had the ability to transform into a human form, my food source was basically these Los beasts and blue hat bread."

After finishing speaking, she noticed a strange plant nearby, her light green eyes flickered, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, when Thorne turned his attention to other places, he jerked his arm and ran towards the underground plant that looked different.

Thorn, who was caught off guard, naturally couldn't break free from the pull of the dragon, and was dragged by the opponent with a frown.

"Thorn, this is the most delicious fungus in the Underdark. It can be eaten directly. You can taste it." Sigrit led Thorne to a tongue-shaped fungus, pulled off a small piece, and divided it into two Half, one piece was eaten by himself, and the other piece was handed to Thorne.

"Crazy Tongue Mushroom, if you fail to pass the physical immunity after eating, the eater will uncontrollably speak out all the thoughts in his heart within an hour."

Thorne took another piece of fungus from Sigrit, threw it away, and quietly watched the mischievous girl with an increasingly unnatural expression.

"Boring..." Sigrit muttered, trying to reach out her fist to hit Thorne's chest, but the other party easily dodged it flexibly.

"Little girl, please pay attention to your behavior, don't be too casual." Thorne looked at the other party helplessly, and comforted him in a serious tone.

"Do you like small animals?" Suddenly, Sigrit asked abruptly.

"Of course I like it." Although Thorne was puzzled, he still replied.

"Then did you ever see a cute little animal and couldn't help but reach out and stroke it?" Sigrit asked again.

"Indeed." Thorn nodded.

"Then did you get permission from these little animals when you touched them?" Sigrit finished speaking, quietly watching Thorne's expression.

"...What do you mean?" Thorne couldn't keep up with the other party's brain circuit for a while, so he chose to ask the reason directly.

"You are the kind of cute little animal I like, why can't I just touch it casually." Sigrit held the sheathed sword in both hands, jumped in front of Thorn, blocked his way, and said confidently .

"Is this the same thing? We are two human beings, so men and women are different. Don't you even know the most basic etiquette?" Thorn stopped and looked at the troubled girl in front of him with a headache.

"No! You're not right." Sigrit retorted solemnly, her light green eyes stared quietly at Thorn's cheek again, until she turned her head away, and then continued:

"I am a dragon, and you are a half-elf. In the eyes of our dragon clan, all creatures can be regarded as cute little pets by us."

"Crazy!" Thorne dropped a sentence, dodged Sigrit who was blocking the way, and walked towards Bahamut's temple from the other direction.

"Why am I going to the temple? Aren't we going to the Underdark?"

After walking two steps, Thorn stopped and murmured to himself in confusion, then returned to the girl the same way, and said, "Didn't you say you want to take me to find the master swordsmith, why did you take me to Bahamut's temple?" What are you doing?"

The temple of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut is the most well-preserved building complex in the entire underground relic, and it has been preserved since ancient times. Thorn believes that it must be caused by the protection of the Dragon God.

However, it is ironic that the temple of the Platinum Dragon God is occupied by the black dragon among the five-color evil dragons, and there is a large group of kobolds living there.

"Because I live in the temple. Since I am going to travel far, as a woman who loves beauty, I naturally have to tidy up beautifully." Seeing Thorne who returned, Sigrit smiled and stretched out her hand Brushing the long golden hair from the shoulders to the back.

"Didn't you admit it to yourself just now, you are a female black dragon, you are not a woman." Thorn reminded her directly.

"But I'm in human form now." Sigrit walked around in front of Thorne with open arms, and said with a smile: "Since it is in human form, it is natural to follow the human way of life."

"Then go in and clean up quickly, I'll wait for you here." Thorn really didn't want to say anything, and his tone was a little impatient.

After Thorne finished speaking, he was about to find a place to sit and eat something. While recovering his strength, he waited for the other party to pack up and set off together, but suddenly found this girl holding a long sword with a sheath standing there quietly and said: Without saying a word, he stared at himself with pale green eyes.

"Let's go." Realizing his slip of the tongue, Thorn replied with a little helplessness, and took the lead in walking towards the temple.

Sigrit, who was behind her, looked at Thorn's back, smiled slightly, and followed directly.

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Led by Sigrit, the two walked into the spacious and bright Bahamut Temple together.

One of the most famous dragon gods, Bahamut is also the God of Good Dragons, the Guardian of the Seven Heavens, and the unique Platinum Dragon of the Multiverse.

His portfolios are Good Dragon, Metal Dragon, Wisdom, Enlightened Justice, and his sigil is the North Star above the Milky Way Nebula or a reptilian eye covered in a piece of gold.

Thorn first glanced at the magnificent dragon reliefs on all the surrounding marble pillars, and then walked to this very well-preserved Bahamut sculpture (a huge platinum dragon), looking at this majestic Dressed in a modest white gold dragon, he leaned over and gave a slight salute.

This is a lawful and good Platinum Dragon God, and one of the most compassionate gods in the entire multiverse, so Thorne's salute is a respect from the heart, because goodness is always preserved in his heart.

Seeing Thorn salute towards the statue of the Platinum Dragon God, a look of surprise flashed in Sigrit's eyes.

Then Thorne followed Sigrit to a house in the deepest part of the temple. Walking silently all the way, he finally let him see other people except the two of them.

Thorn glanced at the kobold warrior standing in front of the door in surprise, and followed Sigrit's footsteps and walked in.

The two kobolds standing guard at the door are almost as tall as him, and the scales exposed from the towering armor can be found to be very similar to dragon scales.

"Aren't you surprised by the two kobold guards at the door?" Seeing Thorn walk into the room, Sigrit casually leaned on the soft sofa and raised her legs.

"Is it a kobold dragon vein warlock?" He sat down at a random place and asked casually.

"This is a dragon-born kobold. In very rare cases, some female kobolds will produce a kobold with true dragon blood. It is a phenomenon of atavism. Then I will give them the scales that I once shed , to awaken their weak dragon vein power again." Sigrit threw the sheathed sword aside and said casually.

"Then you have stayed here for nearly 400 years, how many kobold dragon vein warlocks have you trained." Thorne looked at the problematic girl in front of him and asked curiously.

"It's not ideal. Only two dragon vein warlocks have reached level 16, and most of them are around level 10. After all, the potential of the kobold race is too weak."

Sigrit handed Thorn a bottle of bright red wine, saw him shake his head and refused, took it back, and poured himself a glass: "400 years have passed, and batch after batch of subordinates have died."

"Haven't you ever thought about going to the surface?" Thorn said after a long silence, looking at the girl who was drinking alone with a wine glass.

"Of course I thought about it. It's not because the entrance to the surface is too far away. I don't dare to take risks and I don't have any friends. And there is no danger here. Naturally, I don't want to lose the power I run. I'm used to it now, but occasionally It would be nice to go out and watch the sunrise."

After Sigrit finished speaking, she put the empty wine glass on the table and snapped her fingers.

A moment of effort...

A group of halflings wearing aprons came in orderly with trays of food, placed all the cooked food on the table one by one, and saluted Sigrit respectfully. Then he turned and left.

"Halfling chef, the skill of cooking food is very good. I bought it at the slave market in the Underdark." Seeing Thorn's eyes resting on the place where the halfling disappeared, Sigrit finished speaking without any image It can be said that he picked up an elbow and prepared to speak, and motioned for the other party to eat.

Thorne withdrew his gaze, looked at the rich food on the table, smelled the hot aroma, his stomach began to protest, and began to eat unceremoniously. Of course, he was not a gentle person.

For a ranger like Thorne who often drinks cold water and eats hard-to-swallow dry food, as long as it has a little taste, it is considered gourmet.

However, today was the first time to taste the delicacies of the underground world, which made him ruthlessly satisfy his appetite.

When all the empty trays were removed, Thorn had already rested for nearly half an hour, and Thorne was still able to savor the smooth and tender Loos ribs, the fragrant blue hat bread, and the mixture of underground mushrooms and moss delicious broth.

"Are you ready to go?" At this moment, Thorn, who was resting, suddenly noticed the girl coming out of the bedroom, and immediately got up and asked.

"Let's go, but before I leave, I'll take you to pick up something that will make our trip smoother." Sigrit's eyes flickered, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Thorne, who couldn't figure out what it meant, shrugged helplessly, and followed the other party directly to the outside of the temple.

"Actually, Malvisa has already told me everything about the situation in the Emerald Field." While walking, Sigrit suddenly slowed down, and when Thorn walked side by side with her, she said, "She invited me back to the surface and help them fight off the invaders."

"Then did you agree?" Thorne asked subconsciously with a look on his face.

If a group of kobolds from the other side joined in, it would be much easier to deal with the hobgoblin's attack.What's more, the opponent is a black dragon in his prime, so he still has a little deterrent effect.

"I haven't given her an answer yet. I thought you would take the opportunity to mention this to me." Sigrit glanced at Thorne and smiled.

After listening to the other party's words, Thorne remained silent because he couldn't figure out what the other party's words meant.

After all, it didn't even take half a day for the two of them to know each other. If they opened their mouths suddenly, with the character of the other party, they would definitely make some nonsensical requests.

"You are so dull, I really don't understand how your girlfriend fell in love with you." Sigrit, who couldn't wait for the other party's reply, frowned and couldn't help complaining.

"Don't you want me to help your player territory in Emerald Field?" Then, Sigrit took the initiative to bring up this matter again.

"All the gifts given by fate have their prices marked in secret. If you want to reap them, you have to pay the price." Thorn pondered for a while, pretending to be deep.

"What do you mean?" Sigrit froze, stopped, and turned to look at Thorn.

"It seems that you don't know anything, and that's true."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be pretending, Thorne immediately understood, after all, the other party has been staying in the underground ruins, how could he know about the seer.

After Thorne finished speaking, he ignored the other party's gloomy gaze, remained silent again, deliberately took two steps, and followed behind the other party.

The two walked out of the temple, and came to a complete building with bright fire on the left side of the temple.

From the moment he stepped into the room, the heat wave and the pungent air rushed towards his face, the forged red hot steel, and more than a dozen non-stop smelters continuously supplied iron.

A group of underground gnomes, gray dwarves, mountain dwarves and gold dwarves from the surface were busy banging in the room.

"This is your arsenal? I thought you were just a black dragon." Thorne said with a smile, looking at the clanging, hammering and grinding machinery sounds that echoed in the spacious room.

"Without strong weapons and equipment, this place has already been occupied by others." Sigrit said with a proud expression, not caring about Thorne's ridicule.

"Resus! Come here!" Immediately afterwards, she yelled at Resus, who was directing the removal of ore.

Seeing the kobold warlock running over immediately, Sigrit asked, "Is what I want ready?"

"It was finished half a month ago, and it can be used at any time." Reiss finished respectfully, then looked up at Thorn with disdain, which made Thorn feel a little baffled.

Then he didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, and walked over directly following Sigrit's pace.

"Sorn, come here quickly, go up and try to see how it works." Sigrit, who arrived earlier, immediately smiled and stretched out her hand to greet Thorne who hadn't arrived yet.

"...What is this?" Thorn looked at a metal product that looked like a saddle in front of him, wondering.

However, this item is more than ten times larger than the saddle, and it is also engraved with mysterious magic imprints, obviously belonging to a magic item.

"Of course it's a dragon saddle, can't you tell?" Sigrit crossed her arms and looked at Thorne, who was a bit confused, with a smile on her face with interest.

At this time, Thorne had passed the "perceived magic" feature of the swordsman, and checked out the attributes of this item.

Shadow Steel Dragon Saddle
Type: saddle

Quality: Purple Excellent

Restriction: The user must be immune to the effects of Longwei
Effects: Scouting +5, Vision +10, Balance +5, Riding +5
Features: shelter from wind
Advanced protection aura: deflection force field (3/3 times per day), elemental shield (3/3 times per day)
(Note: This is a saddle carefully designed by a giant dragon for its knight. In addition to better protecting the knight from fighting in the air and from the wind, it also combines the advanced technology of the gnome, which can make the knight's body It is firmly fixed to the saddle without affecting free movement.)
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