Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 302 Hypocritical Justice

Lighthouse town.

Sharis, the master swordsman of drow, wore a black magic cloak decorated with scarlet lace, and hid his carefully combed long white ponytail hair in the shadow of the hood, revealing only a cold face of ebony .

Inside the cloak is a piece of pure black drow chain armor that is perfectly handcrafted and inlaid seamlessly. This exquisite magic equipment fits seamlessly with his lean yet strong body, and bends and folds with his movements, as if It's like his second skin.

The drow walked silently on the streets of Lighthouse Town, floating past passers-by like a ghost.

Every time he walks in this underground town with warm colors and a warm atmosphere, and wanders in this chaotic neighborhood, a trance will flash in Sharis' scarlet eyes.

Because it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, an emotion that could shake the loneliness in his heart.

lonely?emotion?Sally sneered self-deprecatingly.

At this time, he stopped suddenly, and the figure shrouded in a black cloak stood alone in the middle of the street, as if he was feeling the crowds and noise.

An ogre easily carried a felled Zeke wood mushroom handle and passed in front of his eyes. The burly body gave off a stench of smelly sweat mixed with fishy smell, and smoked a passing underground dwarf. He picked up the wine bottle in his hand and pointed at him cursing.

Seeing the ogre turn around and show a naive smile on him, the underground dwarf stopped cursing, raised his head and took a gulp of strong wine, and disappeared into the shadows unsteadily.

Sharis noticed the ferocious smile of satisfaction in life on the corner of the ogre's mouth and the figure of the underground dwarf shaking his head with a wine bottle. He looked at the scarlet eyes of the two who responded with disdain, and taunted in his heart: They are two rotten fish and rotten shrimps who can only be content with pleasure.

Immediately afterwards, he was attracted by the loud hawkers on the left again. He looked at the drow compatriots in an apron peddling barbecue. The orange flames were jumping on the barbecue grill, and the coals on his messy long white hair The gray stains are very dazzling.

Sharis looked at the sloppy drow compatriots, who were bowing their heads and laughing at a little goblin customer. He felt a burst of anger for no reason in his heart: a noble wizard can only make a living by selling barbecue on the street.

"Since you can't control the outside world, then control yourself. If the outside world doesn't adapt to me, then I will adapt to them."

Sharis, who had been silent for a long time, kicked away the drunken goblin who was blocking the way and tried to grab his trouser legs to get up, and involuntarily tightened the hilt of the sword hanging around his waist. His voice was very low: "There is no one in the world." Desperate situations, and only people who are ... desperate for situations."

Then he pulled down the brim of his hat to cover his long withered white hair, and his soft short boots stepped on the cold ground, moving silently.

He is a drow elf from Rezim's royal city, he is also a visitor from another world, and he is also a candidate martial art master of the Wan Ruide family.

Of course, after the disaster of the black dragon, he acquired a new identity: the traitor of the Wan Ruide family.

However, these are not important. For him, the identity he most recognizes is the level 10 drow swordsmanship master.

Because he knew very well that in Rezim King City, an underground city full of conspiracy and betrayal, strength can almost determine everything.

It is precisely because of his strong strength and unlimited growth potential that he has the right to say no.

Unknowingly, Sharis came to the door of a very inconspicuous bar on a noisy street.

He looked up at the exquisite wooden sign above the bar, on which was written 'Catalina's Underground Bar' in beautiful cursive characters, other than that, there was nothing that could indicate the function of the door in front of him.

With the opening and closing of the gate, the wind chime inside the gate made a crisp and melodious sound, which made the drow elf couldn't help but frown. He was very disgusted with this beautiful sound. his interest.

The inside of the bar is very quiet, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle outside the door. This quietness is different from the depressing stone house he lives in, and it is a sense of relaxation and comfort.

It was this sense of comfort that made his brows that had just stretched out frown again.

Frankly speaking, he didn't like coming to Lighthouse Town, let alone this cozy bar.

This kind of atmosphere will always make his heart flutter, and affect his state of mind, so that when he swings the sword, he is no longer as fast and powerful as usual.

But he had to come again, because this was related to a struggle for power in the city of Rezim.

In the world of the drow, nothing is more important than this. This is the strongest driving force in the religion of the dark elves, and it is the power that keeps tugging at the strings of hunger and thirst.

This is also why in the city of Rezim, ambition overrides sympathy and kindness, because all these evil deeds are carried out with the acquiescence of the Spider God Queen.

Therefore, in the society of the dark elves, the promotion of power is paved by a series of assassinations and betrayals.

Rose, Queen of the Spider Goddess, is a god who advocates evil and chaos. As the real leaders of the dark elves, she and the female high priests will never discriminate against those ambitious people with poisoned daggers.

To set off unscrupulous competition for power is what the Spider Queen agrees with. If all the dark elves want to climb the highest ladder, they must rely on conspiracy and betrayal to gain power in order to please the Spider Queen.

Therefore, those successful people who serve the Queen of the Spider God are priests who focus on constantly changing conspiracies and tricks.

And the purpose of his coming here is to make comprehensive preparations for backstabbing the Wanruide family. As long as their plan is successful, their compatriots who have survived the struggle to survive until now will become the upstarts of the Rezim Royal City.

The quiet bar was not broken by the arrival of the drows. The scattered drinkers just cast a curious glance, and then they were busy with the things in their hands.

Sharis, the drow swordsman master, first looked around vigilantly out of an instinctive habit.

The female bar owner behind the counter was still surrounded by smoke like the last time I saw it. In fact, Sharis looked down on this quasi-legendary salted fish player who had been around for 400 years.

But every time he recalled the tauren player who lost a horn, he didn't dare to have any dissatisfied thoughts in his mind, he could only fill it with hypocritical respect.

Then he turned his attention to the neat rows of wine tables, and was the first to be surprised by a human from the surface.

This is a blond girl, with her legs crossed, her whole body leaning on the back of the chair, sitting comfortably, with half a glass of scarlet wine and a long sword with sheath on the table, as if to kill boredom time.

Weird surface humans.

Sharis muttered something in his heart, and continued to shift his gaze.

Diagonally opposite the blond girl, four strange combinations of trolls, kuo-tao murlocs, half-orcs, and gray dwarves gathered around a table on which the "silence technique" was cast... playing mahjong.

Their mouths opened and closed, revealing ferocious silent smiles, quite comical.

In the corner behind the four of them is a silent mind flayer (Squidward Brother). Next to his table is a tall goblet (slightly smaller than a bucket) for tauren, filled with the cheapest ale, His bloated eyeballs are as creepy as those of dead fish.

At this time, the mouth of this squid brother, which is disgusting, like a hagfish, is twitching non-stop, and then drips some greasy mucus from the corner of the mouth along the tentacles.

Apparently, the poor guy hadn't been sucking the brains of his prey recently.

Even Sharis, who is known for being fierce and cruel, couldn't help but look at him with pity.

Why do you say he is pitiful?

Because whenever this poor guy is going to suck the brains of living creatures, he will vomit again and again, but if he doesn't suck the brains, he will seem to be addicted to du, with the corners of his mouth twitching and dripping Drop as vomiting mucus.

In short, this is an octopus who doesn't like to suck brains.

The weak adapt to the environment, the strong eliminate the environment, and the cowardly are eliminated by the environment, so there is still a long way to go for this Squidward Brother.

Suddenly, Sharis caught a glimpse of a thinly dressed subterranean gnome in another corner from the corner of his eye, and his expression changed suddenly.

"It's fucking unlucky to meet this guy again." Sharis cursed inwardly, then walked towards the goblin merchant's table.

After a while, this thin subterranean gnome began to gently pluck the hourglass-shaped lute in his arms, and a series of low and sad music immediately echoed in the cozy bar:
Time
still cool
Bitter tea cools the flowers
When will the young white hair be rubbed by snow

miss
still lingering
Trapped for a while

quiet, dark, deep, weak

If you say
a wrong dream

Fluorescent and crying old sorrow

The boy turned gray at some point

……

Hearing such sad music, all the people in the bar cast their eyes on the thin subterranean gnome.

At this time, if eyes could kill people, this dwarf in the ground would have died countless times already.

The angry gray dwarf slammed the table, blowing his beard and staring at the subterranean dwarf to vent his dissatisfaction.

Helplessly, the surroundings have long been shrouded in silence, causing him to look like a funny clown with his mouth opening and closing in the eyes of several people.

Finally, under the pull of the troll hunter and the gesture of crazy eyes, he looked at the counter in fear, sat back obediently like a good baby, and continued to rub mahjong.

The sad music was still echoing, but the angry eyes gradually softened until they turned into helpless sighs.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of a glass wine glass hitting the skull, followed by the sound of the glass wine glass falling to the ground.

Finally, with a muffled 'bang', the thin gnome fell from the chair to the ground, the sad music stopped abruptly, and the small and exquisite lute was still tightly held by the gnome.

"Crazy!" The blond girl glanced at the unconscious subterranean gnome, then continued to cross her legs and leaned comfortably on the chair.

The bar fell into a brief silence again, and after a while, it fell into bursts of whispering.

Then they turned their puzzled eyes to the smoky figure inside the counter.

Who is this little girl?

Sharis, the master swordsman of the drow, looked at the other party in confusion, and threw a wine glass casually, knocking the annoying dwarf unconscious.

Although puzzled, he didn't ask, but turned and walked towards the goblin merchant.

"Hi, Mr. Charlotte, long time no see." Sharis pulled out the chair and sat up, took off the hood covering his head, and greeted him expressionlessly.

"Long time no see." The goblin merchant wearing a wide-brimmed hat slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, reached out and stroked the tentacles of the displacement beast on both sides of the hat crown, and nodded in response.

"How are the goods I need prepared?" Sharis asked directly.

"Well... let me think about it." The goblin merchant tapped the table lightly, and after a moment of thought, he replied: "Orcs, goblins, bear goblins, and a few trolls and ogres, these cannon fodder slaves add up to Around five hundred."

"It's a little too little, you know our purpose, Mr. Charlotte who is omnipotent." Sharis frowned slightly.

In order to overthrow the Wanruide family, they must give them a fatal blow in the chaos on the battlefield and wipe out all the nobles.

If the nobles are left alive, they will directly identify their evil deeds, and their backstabs will become an open rebellion, which will attract the intervention of the hypocritical justice of the Rezim Royal City, and the punishment they imposed As merciless as their personalities.

In other words, if their operation failed this time, all compatriots in the Rezim King City would be wiped out, leaving no one behind.

On the other hand, if they killed all the nobles of the Wan Ruide family, even if other families saw it, their identification would be useless, and they would even be able to gain private praise.

The justice and facts of the dark elves have nothing to do with the investigation, because no one cares about them.

So their actions this time are betting the lives of all the compatriots in the Rezim City. Either they will become upstarts after they succeed, or they will be wiped out if they fail.

"There are quite a few of them. These are the slaves I bought at a high price from the Twilight Merchant. They are still very powerful." The goblin merchant smiled and shook his head.

"I didn't expect you to have a relationship with the Twilight Merchant. I was so surprised, Mr. Charlotte." Sharis looked at the goblin with a confident smile in shock.

On the continents on the surface, the names of some great figures are rarely mentioned, and their deeds are only circulated in whispers.

Among them are the Twilight Merchants, a federation of guild leaders who trade with mysterious shoppers in the Underdark.

In this lone brotherhood gather many cautious and daring characters, each ruled by ambition rather than morality.

The members of this mysterious organization have been carefully selected and undergo a long and difficult investigation. This is not only determined by the members of the organization, but also influenced by the mysterious forces from the underground.

Those who pass the trial will gain a rare opportunity to open a window to a hidden realm: the trading city with the right to enter the royal city of Rezim.

"But to be on the safe side, I think the more power the outsiders have, the better." Sharis, who pondered for a moment, looked at the goblin merchant and continued.

"There is a ranger from the surface that you may be very interested in." The goblin merchant was silent for a moment, then suddenly showed a mysterious smile.

"A ranger from the surface? Is it reliable?" Sharis stared at the expression of the goblin merchant.

If it was just a ranger from the surface, he didn't think he would be able to bring about a reversal of their actions, but the cunning goblin seemed to take it seriously.

"Don't worry, people are still very reliable, just like us, and this strange ranger seems to already know about your tricks, and even asked me to participate in this war on his own initiative." The wind chime suddenly made a pleasant sound.

"Look, isn't he already here?" The goblin merchant pointed to the door, and picked up the wine glass to taste the dark blue liquid in the glass.

Sharis, the drow elf, immediately cast his gaze in the direction of the door.

A figure also shrouded in a black cloak came into his sight.

Immediately afterwards, the ranger seemed to sense his gaze, and greeted him with calm eyes, and walked towards them.

It's so murderous!
Sharis, who has a keen intuition, sensed a dangerous aura from the ranger, so he immediately looked back without any trace.

"Mr. Charlotte, is this the contact person of Rezim King City?" Thorne glanced at the stern-faced drow with a delicate ponytail, and turned his gaze to the calm goblin merchant.

"Hello, Mr. Ranger from the surface, I'm Sharis from the city of Rezim." Sharis pondered for a moment, got up and introduced himself first.

"Can you represent everyone? If you can't be the master, let your master come and talk." Thorne looked at the other party and said calmly.

(End of this chapter)