Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 308 Allies
Carlock led Thorne into the corridor of the cave. The corridor was very quiet, except for two goblin slaves sweeping the floor, there was no one else.

Groups of faint demon fires are vaguely floating here. These fire lights not only ensure that the dark vision can see clearly, but also normal vision will not be affected.

"I found that few people in this city choose candle lighting." In order to avoid the echo, Thorne lowered his voice as much as possible, and then continued to look around.

The rock walls on both sides of the corridor are all carved with spider-themed carvings. They are combined with each other to form a huge artwork.

However, in the absence of any impact on vision.

Thorne easily found the traces of many sharp blade collisions on the wall, as well as the blackened bloodstains hidden deep in the scratches.It seems to be telling him silently about the killing and evil in the ubiquitous exquisite carvings.

"Candles symbolize selflessness and devotion, light and hope. Obviously, the Spider Queen hates these things the most, and she also doesn't want her people to be shrouded in such light."

Carlock looked at the goblin cleaning in the corridor with some concern, and explained to Thorne:

"That's why, in the entire city of Rezim, only priests and wizards will light candles, because only in this way can they read precious scrolls and books."

"what!!!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a shrill scream in the silent corridor, which echoed for a long time.

A cobweb ejected from the top covered the goblin's head. Although the goblin was struggling desperately, the paralyzing toxin attached to the web made his struggle even weaker.

At this time, a huge mutated spider slowly crawled down along the spider web. The scarlet stripes on the black body, under the light of the demon fire, added a bit of ferocity and terror to the spider, which directly made the goblin's howling and struggling even more intense. It's intense.

As the mutated spider's fangs landed on the goblin's neck, his small body froze suddenly, and then his limbs hung limply, and was dragged to the top of the cave by the mutated spider.

"Be careful, these ferocious mutated spiders like to hunt people with eyes on the top of their heads the most. Except for Evelyn, they don't care if you are a dark elf or other races."

Carlock took a deep breath, lowered his hood a little, and carefully reminded Thorne in a low voice.

"Is this to make people learn to bow their heads?" Thorne glanced at the flashing red lights on the top of the cave, chuckled lightly, and followed Carlock's pace towards the depths of the corridor indifferently.

With a low chuckle, his right hand had already moved to the hilt of the sword. Thorne confidently believed that when the spider web covered his head, what greeted the predator was a long sword exuding fiery flames. sword.

At the end of the corridor, an ornately decorated stone door marked their arrival at their destination.

Sharis, who was waiting at the door, glanced at the two with displeasure, and pushed open the stone door first and walked in, followed by Thorne.

This is a relatively spacious stone hall. In the hall, besides Evelyn, who is leaning on the stone chair with a big belly, there are also two drows in the robes of the priestesses of Rose standing on her left and right sides. elf.

As for the priestesses on the left and right sides of Evelyn, Thorne can easily distinguish them through Majia's friends and a little mention on Carlock Road.

The one on Evelyn's right is called Shirlin, a drow woman who is thin, short, and looks weak.

Of course, if you really think so, you are very wrong.

Because Xierlin is second only to Evelyn in the fourth natural disaster family, and is a priest of Rose whose strength has reached the level of a third-order hero. As for why she has improved so quickly, it is naturally related to Rose's beliefs.

The drow woman on Evelyn's left is Marion, and compared with Shireen's figure, it forms an extreme polarization.

This is a very burly drow woman. If she is more than ten centimeters taller, she is a barbarian from the extreme north. Many people have not noticed her ebony skin. , will definitely nod subconsciously.

The strength of this Priestess of Rose named Marion has also reached the level of a third-tier hero, only a little behind Shierin's level.

At the same time, kneeling in front of the three of them was a drow man covered in a magical black cloak. His head was almost stuck to the rocky ground, and his long withered white hair hung down from the hood, scattered like garbage. land.

And beside them was a drow woman whom Thorne could not recognize. This woman covered her slender figure in a pure black wizard robe, and she looked more like a wizard.

However, the current level of wizards in the player group is generally low, and almost none of them have the ability to participate in battle.

Then, it is obvious that this woman should be a high-level warlock.

"Sharish, have you forgotten how to knock on the door?" Marion's burly figure faithfully reflected her violent temper.

"But at least I haven't forgotten how to draw the sword." Sharis coldly glanced at the angry Marion, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword: "So, do you want to try the speed at which I draw the sword? A stupid woman with a developed mind and a simple mind!"

"You have successfully angered me, Sharis!" Suffering from Sharis' naked provocation and humiliation, Marion yelled piercingly, her scarlet eyes gleamed with anger at the same time, and then she raised her hand without hesitation. Stretching towards the snake head whip wrapped around his waist.

The handle of the snake head whip is made of very simple fine gold, but the whip body and whip head are living poisonous snakes.

In drow society, only the evil priestesses of Lolth are allowed to use them.

Once the snake head whip is enchanted, a specific individual is identified as the wielder, and it can only be used by another person after another master recognition ceremony is held.

This is because anyone who touches them will be attacked by them, except for the wielder who has recognized the owner.

Moreover, the recognition ceremony must obtain the consent of the Spider Queen, so the priestesses of Lolth regard this whip as a personal gift from the Spider Queen.

Similarly, if the priestesses use it for actions that go against the Spider Queen's will, the Snake's Head Whip will lose its proper effect, and in severe cases, they will even turn around and attack their master.

The six living poisonous snakes on the snake head whip began to writhe excitedly under Marion's swing, as if expecting the evil punishment that was about to come down.

Seeing Marion walking towards him holding the snake's head whip, Sharis stared at the twisted priestess expressionlessly.

Because he knew very well that in the society of the dark elves, status and respect had to be won by his own strength.

In the Wan Ruide family, he was able to gain status for himself by virtue of his own strength, which is also the same here, so for the sake of his dignity, he will never back down.

"Marion, don't let our two guests see the joke." Suddenly, Evelyn, who was lying on the stone chair, comforted her.

Then the pale red eyes casually looked at the vigilant Sharis, and said with a smile: "Sharis, I hope your sword can be as sharp as your mouth, don't let me down."

Shalishi snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Marion also stopped, and rewrapped the snake's head whip around the bucket's thick waist.

Suddenly, her anger that had not yet subsided noticed another drow warrior who was prostrate on the ground and looked up at the scene. He waved his fist and roared, "Gerson, when will I allow you to look up!"

The drow warrior Gerson, who was prostrate on the ground, trembled in fright, and continued to lie on the ground in fear.

"Climb over!" Marion ordered to Gerson, who had his head on the ground.

Gerson immediately turned and crawled to Marion's feet.

Seeing Gerson crawling in front of her, Marion nodded secretly, and then stretched out her hand to him, while her angry scarlet eyes kept staring at the silent Sharis.

Sharis, the drow swordsman master, sensed the provocative gaze of the other party, and returned a glance full of disdain.

"Kiss my hand!" Marion took a deep breath and ordered again to the drow who was kneeling in front of him.

Gerson got up in a panic and kissed the back of Marion's outstretched hand violently.

"Stand up!" Marion gave the third order.

Gerson stood up quickly, but before he could stand upright, Marion hit him in the face with an iron fist and knocked him to the ground.

"If you dare to move, I'll chop you up!" Marion threatened nakedly.

Gerson, who was about to get up, stayed where he was frightened, because he didn't dare to question Marion's cruel words.

Sharis still gave him a disdainful look. He knew very well that the other party's series of performances was nothing more than trying to make an example of others, and the purpose of targeting him was far greater than punishing Gerson on the ground.

However, if you want to make him submit, you must first try how sharp the sharp sword in his hand is.

"That's enough, Marion, you're touching my bottom line!" At this moment, Carlock, who was standing beside Thorne, growled angrily.

Then he went directly to help the obedient Gerson up, and stared coldly at the drow priestess Marion with his deep eyes.

Marion's pupils shrank suddenly, and she looked away from the other party's cold gaze unnaturally.

Apparently the irascible woman was also afraid of really offending the kind Carlock.

As a Marion who had witnessed Karlock's battle, she had long been overwhelmed by the opponent's ferocious aura and superb swordsmanship, and even Evelyn had to be courteous to him.

However, just because she is afraid of Karlock's aura does not mean that she is also afraid of other males in the room.

So the irascible priestess of Rose locked her eyes on the last half-elf.

This half-elf from the surface is the person Karlock strongly asked to meet in person, so I want to see what you are capable of. Marion, who once again found the target of venting, licked her scarlet lips subconsciously.

"Mixed-breed bastards on the surface, have the rules in the corridor taught you how to lower your humble head?"

Marion pulled out her snake head whip, and in the midst of the dancing of six living poisonous snakes, she instantly came to Thorne's body and let out a piercing roar.

Although the activated snake head of the snake head whip is not poisonous, the fangs on the snake head are very long.

When the sharp fangs leave a scar on the opponent's body, magical energy will be injected from the wound instantly. This pain can be both numb and tearing through the victim's muscle tightening, and it will last for a long time.

Looking at the thin body of the half-elf, Marion began to frantically wave the snake head whip in his hand. As if the six activated snake heads felt the excitement of their master, they all bared their ferocious fangs, ready to taste the blood of the half-elf.

However, just when Marion lifted the snake's head whip halfway, she suddenly felt a cold rope strangling her neck severely.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of bone-piercing energy began to spread along her skin to the whole body, and the bone-chilling shadow energy directly caused her burly body to freeze in place, making it difficult to move.

Marion hated the cold feeling because it was similar to her imagined death, but she was paralyzed and unable to move.

What's more, this cold rope is getting tighter and tighter. Obviously, the other party's goal is very clear, which is to strangle her to death.

The weak priestess Shirelin standing on the other side of Evelyn noticed Marion's strangeness, and a cold red light floated in her pale red eyes.

At this time, the half-elf was already deadlocked with that stupid woman Marion, so she wanted to take this opportunity to give the ranger a taste of the snake's head whip and see what his handsome face looked like after it was distorted by pain.

Seeing her muttering to herself, her thin figure waved the snake's head whip and disappeared in place.

The vigilant Thorn immediately noticed the whispers and small movements of the other priestess, and judged what spell the other party was preparing.

So with a thought, another cloud of shadow energy began to gather in his palm.

——"Shadow Hand School (Strike Skill): Hand of Death!"

The moment the priestess Shirelin appeared in front of him using the divine displacement technique, a ghostly palm made entirely of shadow energy appeared in front of her at an extremely fast speed, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

And at the moment when Thorn clenched his fist, the almost invisible ghost's palm squeezed Shirlin's thin body tightly like a chicken, and then slowly moved away from the ground under the twisted expression of the other party.

From when the two attacked to when they were all hijacked by Thorne, the time that passed was not too long.

Evelyn, who was sitting on the stone chair, was the first to react, but she just smiled lightly, then gently stroked her swollen belly and ignored it, because she felt that the baby in her belly was fighting against her .

Evelyn thought that this half-elf ranger from the surface really gave her too many surprises. She felt that the territory of the Wanruid family was already within reach. As long as she obtained the status of a nobleman, the first step to rule the entire royal city would be smooth finished.

Carlock, who was originally very nervous, gradually relaxed, and then a touch of worry appeared again.

He was very worried about this murderous ranger, if he killed these two in a fit of anger, he would really be unable to clean up the farce.

So Carlock touched the position of the hilt of the sword. He felt that when necessary, it must be intercepted, and the tragedy must not be allowed to happen.

Seeing the two being controlled by Thorne, the indifferent Sharis touched the hilt of his sword subconsciously, thinking about how to quickly get rid of these two hateful women while no one was paying attention.

However, he quickly put away this unrealistic idea, because they were going to raid the Wan Ruide family. These two stupid women are still useful, and they must not have infighting at a critical moment, leading to the bankruptcy of his carefully planned plan .

After all, there will still be time to play with them in the future, Sharis glanced at the calm Evelyn, and sneered.

Another drow warrior named Gerson immediately bowed his head deeply, deep worries surfaced in his heart. Marion suffered losses at the hands of two men one after another, and she would definitely vent all her anger on herself.

Gerson really wanted to leave this cruel underground world, but every time he saw Evelyn's bulging belly, he knew he still had an unfulfilled wish.

He would rather bear the humiliation here than leave, because he must find a way to take away the unborn child and leave this cursed underground world with him.

As for the last drow woman dressed as a wizard, she watched quietly without any small movements.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered, and she looked at the silent Evelyn, becoming playful.

"boom!"

Thorne swung his clenched fist vigorously, and Shirin, who was caught in the air by the ghost's big hand, was thrown at Evelyn's feet like garbage. .

Then he turned his gaze to the violent Marion, the suffocated priestess was still struggling tenaciously, but for him everything was in vain.

The two priest professions tried to play melee with him in vain, purely looking for death.

In the dim stone hall, there were only a few balls of demon fire emitting a mocking faint light.

The rope that controlled the opponent in Thorn's hand disappeared without a trace, and immediately drew out the long sword, slashing a scorching sword light at an extremely fast speed.

"what!!!"

Accompanied by Marion's scream of killing a pig, one of the drow's long and pointed ears fell to the ground, and the flame of the blade also ignited all the dry white hair near her ear, The flames flushed her distorted face.

"roll!"

Sensing the other party's glaring gaze, Thorne stood with the sword in his hand, and turned his eyes directly to the other ear. The long sword shrouded in pale orange flames began to tremble slightly, as if a sharp sword light would flash again at any moment.

"return!"

Just as Marion's palm jumped out with a vicious divine light, and was about to attack Thorne, Evelyn, who was sitting on the stone chair, made a cold voice.

Hearing Evelyn's familiar and deadly voice, the irascible Marion's burly body suddenly stopped, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on the raging flames. She gave the ranger a hard look, and immediately turned away.

Seeing the other party leave with interest, Thorne dispelled a ball of flames jumping in the palm of his hand, and at the same time put the weapon back into the scabbard, and stood quietly by the side, keeping silent.

In the past, after seeing Sharis and Evelyn in the underground bar, he already thought in his heart that most of the drow players living in the Rezim King City were filled with chaos and evil, and lost their original personalities.

However, after seeing Karlock, the drow wandering swordsman, he felt that not everyone was like this, but after seeing him again today, he realized that this was all his wishful thinking.

Therefore, he must understand the mission early and leave this damn place as soon as possible, because he really doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

Some people embrace the darkness, some people yearn for the light, but he can't interfere with anyone, and he has no right to interfere. He just needs to be himself, that's all.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the other party has not provoked him.

"Very good." Evelyn took the lead in breaking the awkward atmosphere, looked at Thorne who looked calm and nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"Let me introduce to you, this half-elf is a ranger from the surface, and he will assist us in our plan to raid the Wanrad family."

"From the surface..." Gerson whispered with his head down. He really wanted to look up to see the ranger's face clearly, but unfortunately he didn't dare to look up, because the penetrating gaze was always locked on him, and his intuition told him He will die!

"You are a ranger from the surface world." At this time, Thorne's identity caught the attention of the drow woman dressed as a wizard, so she asked, "Then do you know Majia?"

"I don't know." Thorne directly denied without thinking.

"I'm a warlock proficient in prophecy, so you can't hide it from my eyes." The drow wizard stared at Thorn and chuckled, his pale red eyes blinked, and a magical aura suddenly flashed:
"I saw that the two of you had intertwined threads of fate, which means that you should have met not long ago."

"Then, what do you want to express." Thorne watched the drow warlock quietly.

Players who have survived in the Rezim Royal City to this day naturally have their own advantages, so he has to be cautious.

The Eilistraee follower, Maja, had indeed been in the Warlock Academy for a month before sneaking away.

Obviously, these two women are indeed related, but it has nothing to do with him, after all, they are not in the same place.

"It's not interesting, just asking casually, isn't it okay?" Warlock Drow squeezed his sharp chin and asked with interest.

Thorne was too lazy to talk to each other. He glanced at the two priestesses standing quietly on both sides of Evelyn, then turned his gaze to Evelyn, and asked the question he was most concerned about right now: "Ms. Evelyn, When are you planning to leave?"

If he was given another chance to choose, he would rather spend a little more time than participate here.

Because he found that none of the people around seemed to be fuel-efficient.Obviously they are all teammates, but each of them looks at each other as if they have bitter and deep hatred, and they all look like they can't wait to stab each other hard in the back, so that they can feel at ease.

Thorne even noticed a hint of murderous intent when the most irritable Marion and the thin Shirene looked at Evelyn.

Can such a group of people really develop steadily?

If it was on the surface, the gang would have broken up long ago. Thorn began to worry that he would be involved in an unknown chaos for no reason.

"Don't be so impatient, everything is arranged, and I will notify you in advance." Evelyn smiled slightly, gave Thorne a reassuring look, and turned her gaze to the drow dressed as a wizard:

"Let me introduce our new ally, this is Miss Hellist from the Warlock Academy."

Warlock Academy!

Sharis was taken aback, he didn't expect this vicious woman to win over even the people from the Warlock Academy.

In the city of Rezim, except for the members of the Warlock Academy who belonged to their own family, most of them maintained an indifferent and neutral attitude towards internal strife.

Sharis couldn't figure out what method Evelyn used to win over these neutral Warlock players.

Similarly, he couldn't understand why the leader of the warlock players joined them.

Karlock's eyelids twitched, and he continued to maintain his own silence.

"Our allies?" Hellist, who was dressed as a wizard, giggled, and met Evelyn's gaze: "Our compatriots in the Warlock Academy have a total of 27 warlocks and 6 low-level wizards. Do you think you can afford it?" about their future?"

"So, I can think that you are doubting my strength, right?" Evelyn smiled meaningfully and asked back.

"After all, this is a ship that can never turn back, and I must be responsible for everyone to the end." Herister's tone showed no sign of weakness.

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(End of this chapter)