Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 299 Sword Dancer

"Plop! Plop!"

Thorne noticed the two drow corpses that fell to the ground suddenly, and the pupils hidden in the hood shrank suddenly. He endured the pain of the crossbow piercing through his body, clenched the long sword in his hand, turned and ran away.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, an extremely high-pitched tone came from the direction of the drow's corpse. This tone was very familiar to Thorne because it was very similar to the sound of a sharp knife unsheathing.

"In other words, the unknown enemy hidden in the dark has already drawn his sword against him."

Thorn's figure only paused for a moment, and he immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the complicated tunnel ahead under the leadership of the Volcanic Dragon Beast.

Now, the effect of the "demon fire" cast by the drow is about to dissipate, so as long as he enters the complex underground tunnel, he can rely on the shadow power he has mastered to disappear from the sight of all pursuers.

Moreover, he is very confident that as long as there is no interference from detection spells, it is almost impossible for anyone or underground monsters to detect his existence with their powerful perception.

Otherwise, he wouldn't easily ambush the drow patrol.

Thorn's footsteps gradually accelerated. Although the three wounds on his body were still oozing blood, he, who possessed the "tenacious" specialty, seemed to have forgotten the pain when he was highly concentrated, so it was not a big deal. Affects his movement speed.

However, with the high-pitched sound like a sharp knife being unsheathed, it was followed by a rapid and loud sound.

In Thorne's opinion, this tone is more like the tone produced by some kind of flute.

The sound of the flute is high-pitched, bright, fresh and mellow, and it sounds a bit out of place in this silent and deep dark area.

Moreover, the sound of the flute seems to be stirring Thorn's nerves, making him, who is running away, feel the urge to stop and sit down to enjoy it, but he feels like being poured with cold water in an instant Sober, because he detected a deadly cold murderous intent in the sound of the flute.

He even felt the cold air driven by the sharp blade, tearing the air directly, and stabbing towards his back. To him, this was not a beautiful flute sound, but a deadly rhythm.

"clang!"

Thorne turned around abruptly, and with the power of his body's whirling, he slashed out a pale orange flame.

The two sharp blades collided suddenly, rubbing brilliant sparks, and the metal screamed in protest not to be outdone.

But this kind of sound is perfectly integrated into the fresh and round timbre of the flute, so that the sound of the flute, which had been gradually calming down, became loud and intense again.

The moment Thorn fought against the sneak attacking enemy, he immediately separated.

However, the first collision between the two sides made him immediately realize that the opponent's strength attribute did not surpass him, and he was more like a skilled swordsmanship master. This kind of enemy who is proficient in swordsmanship skills is the last thing he wants to meet. arrived.

Because his most obvious shortcoming now is that he always feels a bit difficult when dealing with complex and changeable swordsmanship, especially when facing drow warriors in the underground world.

As he slowly backed away to distance himself from the opponent, the enemy's figure was like fallen leaves fluttering in the autumn wind, falling soundlessly onto a smooth stalactite pillar.

The passionate sound of the flute is also accompanied by the gently falling figure, gradually calming down, as if it is a kind of sound of the flute in a quiet night, coming from an open heart, melodiously floating, echoing continuously, lingering in infinite reverie and longing, slowly soaring up.

However, Thorne did not remain silent in the sound of the flute, but took this opportunity to look up at the figure on the stalactite pillar.

He saw clearly the face of the attacker and the source of the soft voice.

This is a slender and delicate woman, with a scabbard behind her back, and the long sword held upside down in her hand exudes a hazy brilliance like moonlight, but the most conspicuous thing is her bright silver white hair and black skin.

This is a female drow elf.

The long sword in the opponent's hand is also very strange, like a hybrid sword. The silver light of the sword body flickers slightly, reflecting the elegant elf notes clearly. Flashing, playing a soft flute sound.

The sound of the flute is melodious, crisp and soft, euphemistic and clear.Just like the sound of nature, it is pleasant to the heart.

Thorn's eyes narrowed slightly. He was surrounded by the sound of the flute, and his mind was not affected at all, because the pain of the wound was always reminding him that now was not the time to relax and enjoy the music.

I saw him take a deep breath of the cold air, and the long sword in his hand was tightened by him again. He had already sensed the murderous aura implied by the drow elves, and the flute sound like the sound of heaven was slowly rising and falling, and gradually began to welcome a new wave orgasm.

In the Underdark, hunters never say a word to their prey.Similarly, the prey will not foolishly ask the hunter why he killed him.

Because killing and being killed is a very common thing.

——"Steel Soul School (Stance Skill): Clear Body!"

"Here we come!" Thorn's pupils shrank suddenly, and after making the Fulong Beast vigilant around through the telepathic connection, he instantly launched the stance technique of the Steel Soul School to lock the woman's figure.

Against a skillful master swordsman, "Clear Body" allows him to focus more on one target while ignoring other opponents.

The long-haired drow seemed to leap forward slightly, but Thorne sensed the deadly intent.

The sharp blade whistled in the air, creating its own tunes and songs. As the drow gradually approached Thorn's figure with a sword swing, the soft flute sound also began to become passionate and bright.

"clang!"

Thorne swung his sword again to block her attack, and the joyful song played by the flute reached its climax in an instant.

Thorn, who was hit head-on by the sound of the flute and the sharp blade, couldn't help but tremble in his heart, as if his whole body was immersed in a sea of ​​notes, and an urge to praise him couldn't help but arise in his mind.

The sound of the flute continued to float in the air, as if accompaniment to the attacking elves. I saw her long silver-white hair floating behind and around her, dancing fiercely with her body spinning and the long sword stabbing. The attack is more like a rhythmic dance with a sword.

Accompanied by the high-pitched, low-pitched, melodious, and passionate sound of the flute, the sword blade turned into silvery sword lights, covering Thorne's whole body.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Under the blessing of the "Clear Body", Thorne observed the opponent's attacking movements, so he swung his sword to meet the attack, while trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, during the constant exchange between the two, he could clearly feel that every time he successfully resisted the deadly blade, the drow's attack was not affected in any way, but became more fierce and faster.

Moreover, her silver-like long sword collided with his sharp blade frequently, not only did not interrupt the high-pitched and bright flute sound, but was connected to one side in the waving of the drow, as if to play a perfect song. of the movement.

At this time, it actually made him feel that the drow was not attacking, but dancing with the accompaniment of the flute.

When the sound of the flute was soft, the drow's flexible body was capable of gracefully dancing the most tricky stabs, and when the sound of the flute was turbulent, the silvery long sword was like the most turbulent waves.

At the same time, every time the blades of the two collided with each other, the shrieking sound of metal unwillingness was perfectly integrated into the sound of the flute, not only did not interrupt the music of the sound of the flute, but added a trace of sonorous and powerful rhythm.

After just a moment, Thorne began to feel powerless.

"Inspired by the sound of the flute, this woman attacked faster and faster, but I was affected by the sound of the flute, causing my attack to become distracted." Thorne, who wanted to understand the problem, knew that he could not delay like this. down.

He had to find a way to interrupt the rhythm of the opponent's attack, because he not only had to parry the deadly blade, but also kept a clear mind from being affected by the passionate and melodious flute sound, which caused his physical exertion to increase, and he could only Dead end.

——"Desert Wind School (Strike Skill): Flame Star!"

At this time, during the confrontation between the two, Thorne, who was struggling more and more, deliberately retreated repeatedly. Accompanied by the passionate sound of the flute, the drow was about to push the general back to the corner, Thorne suddenly pulled out The other dagger hanging on his waist burst out with a dazzling flash.

The dazzling white light flashed across the deep darkness, making the slender figure of the sword dancing woman pause.

Thorne immediately seized the opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the other party lost his mind, and thrust out the long sword that had already been ready to strike like lightning, until the drow elf's neck was as bright and slender as black agate.

But just when he was about to stab the opponent's slender figure, the melodious and passionate sound of the flute suddenly became sad and melodious, just like the sound of the remnant flute blowing willows in the evening wind, intermittent.So that the deep sadness began to fill his heart.

The long sword in his hand paused involuntarily, causing him to miss the best time to attack, and the fatal blow failed.

Moreover, at the moment when he lost his mind, a cold murderous intent flashed in the pale red eyes of the drow, which immediately awakened Thorne who was almost lost in mind, and a cold sweat ran across his pale as paper cheeks.

At the same time, the melancholy and melancholy sound of the flute was smoothly played to a climax again, becoming high-pitched and bright. Accompanied by this passionate sound, a long silver sword began to dance lightly, bursting into a deadly explosion. cold light.

"Crack!"

The precise and elegant blade easily shattered Thorne's protective force field.

However, fortunately, Thorne, who was suddenly awakened, won a moment of life.

Thorn also perfectly grasped this life-saving opportunity. He took advantage of this gap and instinctively turned to one side, and the sword blade that had hit the vital point pierced his left shoulder.

"Pfft!"

Feeling the pain of the sharp knife piercing into the flesh again, Thorne gritted his teeth, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

He allowed this precise and elegant long sword to pierce through his shoulders with undiminished strength, and chose to trade wounds for wounds. The two sharp blades in his hand, one long and one short, were all surrounded by bright flames, and stabbed at the woman's vital parts.

The heat wave came head-on, and the drow pulled out its long sword, drew back, and avoided Thorne's fierce counterattack.

The high-pitched and bright sound played by the flute also gradually became soft and peaceful as the woman retreated, but it was as continuous as a gurgling water.

——"Second Ring Magic: Silence!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent dodged the attack, Thorne immediately backed away, leaned his body against the rock wall behind him, breathed a sigh of relief, then took out the holy emblem of the five-star paw print, and cast a divine spell on himself.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the two sharp blades in his hands again, and under the light orange flame, he turned into a black shadow and greeted the drow.

"Stalker of the Way of Silence?" The moment Thorne took out the wooden holy emblem, the drow who had been keeping their eyes on him immediately recognized his identity.

She first glanced at the other party in surprise, and was about to speak, when the figure covered by the silence technique rushed up.

Thorne didn't dare to waste time. He endured the pain and took another breath. The two sharp blades in his hands were waved by him with light orange hot lights, all of which greeted the drow's vital points.

The moment Thorn approached the other party, the gurgling flute sound stopped abruptly, and the deep darkness returned to deathly silence again.

The two interlaced figures are like a silent spiritual scroll.

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At the same time, on the other side of the battle, Fulong Beast stared coldly at the two figures that appeared not far away, its taut body seemed to turn into an arrow and gallop away at any moment.

"Don't act rashly, I can feel the danger brought by this magical beast." Among the two figures, a female drow with a sheathed sword on her back turned to a female drow next to her in a sacrificial robe for Rose. Er elf comforted softly:

"The reason why this magical beast didn't attack us was probably because it was concerned about the safety of its owner, so as long as we stand still, it won't dare to attack casually."

"How did you kill these two drow just now?" The drow in the sacrificial robe glanced at the silent battle ahead that was almost shrouded in pale orange flames, and asked in a low voice to the woman beside him.

"The exclusive priest who believes in the dark girl has a special advanced profession called: sword dancer." Hearing the song that stopped abruptly, the drow elf carrying the long sword with sheath frowned slightly, looked at it worriedly, and then He explained to the girl next to him:
"The sword dancer can make the weapon in his hand move freely as if it has life, and use it to attack the designated enemy."

(End of this chapter)