Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 294 The Silent Town

"How is it? Are you very satisfied?" Seeing Thorne touching the saddle in a daze, Sigrit approached him with a smile and introduced him:

"Do you know what material this icy metal is made of? This is a special material from the Shadow Plane. When you sit on it, you will be enveloped by a hazy shadow energy, making it difficult for outsiders to notice your existence.

And I also combined the dwarf's clockwork technology to make it have the function of automatically fixing the body, even if I fly in the sky to perform 360-degree difficult movements, as long as you don't have acrophobia, you will never fall..."

After a long silence, Thorn withdrew his palm on the saddle, interrupted the exuberant introduction, and noticed the girl's gaze. He straightened his expression, turned to look at Sigritte beside him, and said with a serious face: "Little girl, I want to ask you a question."

The smile on the corner of Sigrit's mouth was stopped by the serious expression of the ranger in front of her.

So she subconsciously checked the condition of the saddle, and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so she looked up at the other party and said in a puzzled tone, "What's the problem?"

Although she hadn't known the Ranger in front of me for a long time, it was the first time she saw him showing such a serious expression. I have to say that the handsome man is really attractive when he is serious.

Seeing Thorne's serious expression, Sigrit's idea of ​​letting him act as her tool was firm in her heart again.At the same time, the eyeballs began to flicker frequently, as if thinking of a good way.

Thorne glanced at the other party's disturbing flickering eyes, and instantly remembered that the other party had the same gaze when he threatened the red dragon Argotus.

So he involuntarily stepped back a few steps, keeping a certain distance from the troubled girl, and then slowly said his question:
"You have lived in this underground city for more than 400 years. Have you ever been hit on the head by a falling stone while sleeping, or have you suffered some serious head injury?"

If this was the case, he would feel a little sympathy for the poor girl, but if it wasn't, it would prove that the other party's nature was like this, and he would have to consider whether to evacuate early and return to the surface.

It is true that the other party has mastered the whereabouts of the master swordsmith, but being with this kind of person who likes to play cards out of common sense always makes him feel faintly uneasy. If he accidentally takes his own life, it is too late to cry .

After all, he is not the kind of person who will only hang himself on a tree. The world is so big, and he is not just such a master swordsmith.

"Been hit by a stone?" Sigrit was stunned for a moment, and then saw the ranger deliberately distanced herself from her. She seemed to understand the meaning of the other's words, so she pointed at her slightly curly blond long hair With a covered head, said with a faint smile:
"You're so funny, you can just ask me if I'm out of my mind, and even beat around the bush and scold me."

"Isn't it?" Thorn shrugged his shoulders lightly, folded his hands on his chest and half leaned his body on the saddle behind him, and asked with a serious look, without any funny elements in his tone.

"Are you disgusted by my coercion of the little red dragon..." Hearing Thorne's retort, Sigrit lowered her eyes and fell silent for a while, looking up at Thorne who seemed a little lazy.

"I didn't mean that, I was just curious, but your imagination is very rich." Thorn froze for a moment, reached out and brushed a restless strand of hair on his forehead, and said with a faint smile.

He really didn't have anything to say about her coercion of the little red dragon, so he was surprised that the troubled girl could relate it to that aspect.

This shows that she herself knows that coercion is really repulsive on the surface, which means that her conscience is at work.

"Don't you know? Our dragons have a strong sense of territory. Under normal circumstances, when I find other dragons hiding in my territory, I will kill them directly, or make him my loyal servant." .”

Sigrit walked up to Thorn and leaned on the saddle together with him, explaining to him: "It is precisely because of the sake of my compatriots that I nodded and allowed him to develop in my territory."

"So you have fully integrated into the role of the dragon clan, and you have also inherited the nature of the five-color evil dragon." Thorne glanced at Sigrit beside him, and said his guess without any scruples:

"But I'm still very clear about the characteristics of the black dragon's life. How to put it, it's the kind of dark cave full of corpses that have been corroded by strong acid, and the fresh dead bodies are surrounded by flies. The whole space exudes the stench of death and decay. .You are clearly not that kind of dragon."

"So I'm not a casual person, but when I get up casually, I'm not a human, but a dragon." Sigrit didn't care about Thorne's teasing, and joked with a smile.

"...Well, as long as you're happy." Seeing the smile on the other side's face and the indifferent expression, she looked like an innocent girl, causing Thorn to be at a loss as to how to answer the conversation.

"Although you are all my compatriots, do you know why I didn't agree to Malvisa's invitation to help them guard the territory on the surface?" The two were silent again for a while, and Sigrit suddenly put away her smile. Said with a melancholy tone.

"Because you are no longer a human, but a dragon. The 400-year birth of a dragon has already diluted your life for more than ten years. The so-called compatriots have long been a thing of the past for you. In a world without moral constraints, It’s about honoring the strong.”

Thorne noticed the little girl's sad tone, and said what he thought was the most correct opinion.

"You're wrong." Sigrit looked up at Thorne, chuckled, and shook her head.

However, in Thorne's view, there was a hint of sadness in the other party's smile. In fact, he really wanted to stop the other party from continuing, but he was curious about what caused it. Still overcome by curiosity.

The little girl lowered her head, her slightly curly blond hair enveloped her entire facial expression, and she tightly held the sheathed sword in her arms, as if it was her only reliance.

Then she stared at her toes with slightly dim eyes, and said in a low voice that was inaudible but just enough for the listener to hear:
"It was very windy that day, and I was trembling standing on the roof of the building. At that time, I really hoped that someone could save me at this time, even if it was a word of comfort.

But no, I was the only one standing on the top of the building, holding the hopeless mood, feeling the anticipation of everyone, they shouted loudly: jump down, jump down!And they say the words of cynical onlookers..."

Looking at the girl whose face was covered by long hair, Thorne's first thought was to ask: Did you jump off in the end?
However, he still chose to keep his mouth shut.

Immediately afterwards, another thought popped up that made him want to slap himself, because his slip of the tongue inadvertently brought up painful memories of the girl, but he was powerless and didn't know how to comfort her.

So Thorn silently left the girl alone, and walked out of the small room of the furnace room alone. The heat wave and pungent air rushed towards him again, and the never-ending furnace radiated light, shining the whole room into a hellish dim red light.

The dwarf swung his hammer and struck the shiny metal. The brilliant sparks exploded from the anvil and disappeared into the spacious furnace room. The sound of hammering mixed with shouts formed a rhythmic The noise is disturbing to hear.

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The dark area deep underground in the surface world has endless labyrinth-like tunnels and caves, a place where sunlight can never reach. There are countless races and monsters living here, and the one at the top is the dark elf, also known as: Drow .

Somewhere in the dark region, there is a town belonging to the drow elves in a large cave. The drow elves who live here use the power of slaves and magic to carve and transform the stalactites and rock walls in the cave. A delicate and grand town full of intrigue and betrayal.

In this quiet town, groups of drow elves, who are as silent as ghosts, ride cold-blooded lizards and patrol the alleys intertwined like spider webs.

At this time, near the gate of the town, a male drow elf covered in a cloak came to the gate in embarrassment and shouted loudly:

"Quickly open the city gate. I am a patrol member of the Wanruide family. I have important information to report to the mistress."

The five drow guards wearing chain armor and hanging scimitars on the tower looked at each other with scarlet eyes, nodded secretly, and then all jumped down using the drow's talent spell "Levitation".

"Sharis, the black dragon's kobold army is coming, go and report to the mistress." The embarrassed drow warrior screamed in horror.

"Black Dragon? It's finally here. We've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

After the leading drow warrior named Sharis heard what the other party said, a strange sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp scimitar came out of its sheath suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a frightened head flew into the dust.

"The black dragon is about to attack this small town, and the Wan Ruide family is about to die, so the undercover mission of the few of us is finally over. Let's go, before the black dragon arrives, we will return to the royal city immediately and gather all the people in the royal city. All compatriots, wipe out the Wanruide family!"

Sharis put the scimitar back into its sheath, gave instructions to the people behind him, and whispered to himself: "In this way, we can be regarded as having a place in the royal city."

As soon as the words fell, the five drow disappeared into the silent darkness, only one separated corpse was still polluting the florescent flora.

(End of this chapter)