Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 310 Exiles

In a stone room deep in the cave, Evelyn, the priestess of Rose, leaned halfway on a stone chair covered with soft fur, her calm expression seemed a little disturbed.

Ever since the Wanruide family was seriously injured in the Black Dragon Disaster, she knew that their time was coming.

In this royal city of Rezim full of conspiracy and betrayal, her compatriots are a group of low-status civilians. Even after devoutly dedicating their beliefs to the spider god, in the eyes of those nobles and high-ranking priests, they are still the same. It is a group of civilians who are at the mercy of others.

They struggled in the civilian class, without the support of any resources and territory, they relied on their adaptability to grab a foothold of their own on the edge of the city.

Then, in this chaotic neighborhood with almost no moral constraints, they gathered together in mutual betrayal and conspiracy, and gradually strengthened their power.

Now, the opportunity has finally come.

The Wan Ruide family is the last family in the Rezim Royal City, and they have also suffered heavy losses. Their family mistress and three priests all died in the Black Dragon Disaster. As a result, only one high-ranking member of the Wan Ruide family remains The sacrifice is struggling.

Although many civilian forces are staring at this delicious cake, without the support of other noble forces, if they want to gnaw it down, they will undoubtedly kill themselves.

Because no one dares to provoke the hypocritical justice trial of the ruling council of Rezim without fear.

Therefore, Evelyn must do everything in her power to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become the upstart of the Rezim Royal City and establish their own family of the fourth natural disaster.

With the status of aristocrats, they will be able to receive resource allocation from the ruling council, obtain their own territory, receive special attention from the Spider God Queen, and also be respected by all civilians.

They can use their talents as a springboard to quickly expand their power and let the fourth natural disaster family resound throughout the entire city of Rezim.

However, the premise of all this is: take down the Wan Ruide family cleanly!

She now has more than 500 slaves transported by the Twilight Merchant. These slaves were collected by the slave hunting team from the battlefields of the northern wilderness. Dead garbage can be compared.

She also has a drow wandering swordsman Karlock with outstanding strength. This innocent swordsman not only selflessly trained more than 100 elite drow warriors for her, but also accidentally cultivated a drow warrior whose strength is almost equal to his own. Sharis, the master swordsman.

The wandering swordsman Carlock and the master swordsman Sharis, if they can successfully lurk inside the Wan Ruide family, they will definitely be the sharpest and deadliest blades.

It will definitely be successful, after all, their Salis has a very special title: Betrayer of Wan Ruide Family!
So far, Evelyn, who is lying on the stone chair, can still recall Karlock's violent posture when he was fighting alone with two swords.

It was his unrivaled superb swordsmanship that blazed a blood-soaked road in this place that was originally occupied by a group of drow refugees and slaves, allowing them to truly gain a foothold in this place and save enough money to challenge the power of the nobility. the power of.

Evelyn is very confident that, given time, Karlock can definitely become the chief drow warrior in the city of Rezim, and what he lacks now is only time.

Now she has managed to win over those player Warlocks who live in the Warlock Academy and whose bodies are about to mold.

On the entire continent, no matter whether it is underground or on the surface, no ruler will ignore the influence of spellcasters on the direction of the war.

The warlock led by Hellist and her sacrificial team are definitely a destructive force that can determine the direction of the form.

As for the half-elf ranger from the surface, Eveli couldn't help but smile.

Because she began to look forward to how much help and surprises this unexpected half-elf ranger could bring her in the raid.

Although the small town ruled by the Wan Ruide family was hit hard by the black dragon's raid on the surface, but when she sent people to check the ruins carefully, she found that the truth of the matter was not that simple. The strong acid spit out is far inferior to the destruction caused by the flames.

Then, this half-elf ranger with a long bow and a long sword hanging from his back, has to make people think deeply about his identity.

Perhaps, the Wan Ruide family can truly feel how hot the roaring flames are.

Thinking of the happy place, Evelyn involuntarily cast her eyes in the direction of Shimen. She still has the last trump card yet to play.

Just make this deal with the other party.

Then, she is [-]% sure to kill the Wan Ruide family cleanly.

At this time, the sound of the stone door being pushed open focused the eyes of everyone in the hall.

Sharis, a drow sword master wearing a magical black cloak, walked in.

Evelyn looked at Sharis, who had no manners at all, frowned slightly with her beautiful brows, and then quickly let go of her brows. Then she cast her inquiring eyes on him: "How is the matter going?"

"As you wish, future mistress, I have successfully brought Mr. Pipison, the head of the Vinov Lone Wolf Mercenary Group." Sharis turned to face the hall door, watching the patient waiting patiently in the corridor. silhouette.

"Please, Dear Mr. Pipson." Sharis looked at the shining figure in the corridor, his face twitched slightly, and said.

As soon as Sharis finished speaking, a drow elf wearing a gleaming mithril half-length chain mail walked in with unrecognizable steps, his hard boots knocking on the cold rocky ground , which is extremely harsh.

When he passed by Hellist, the drow warlock, he brought his little bald black onyx head close to him with a smirk on his face, and sniffed vigorously like a puppy.

Only then did he shake the ponytail on the top of his head that was only as thick as a thumb, and shook his head in a rather frivolous tone with regret: "It's a pity that such a beautiful woman has a strong sour smell all over her body."

Facing the other party's arrogant and rude provocation, Hellist remained silent. She chose to keep her eyes hidden in the hood and quietly stared at the drow man in front of her who Sharis called Mr. Pipson. .

In addition to his shaved head with only a braid on top, the other party was also wearing a gleaming half-length chain mail. Of course, he also had a more conspicuous feature, that is, he had an empty sleeve, which seemed to be It's missing a right arm.

For the exaggerated appearance of the other party, Helisite immediately recognized his true identity.

In the society of Rezim King City, which is divided into family units, even ordinary civilians will have their own family. As for those who do not have family affiliation, they will be called: bereaved dogs.

Obviously, Evelyn and the group of players have such an identity, so they launched a surprise attack on the Wan Ruide family to obtain a recognized identity.

As for how to obtain the noble status recognized by the Spider God Empress, that was not something she considered. She only knew that according to the tradition, she seemed to have to sacrifice something.

In addition to them who have no family affiliation, there is also a very special group of people in this chaotic city. They do not belong to any family, but they form a force that no family can underestimate.

This is a faction of drow males, most of whom are exiles from perishing families.

If the Wanruide family is really wiped out, all the nobles except Wanruide must be cleaned up. Those ordinary drow who escaped the massacre are likely to join these forces.

As for whether they really believed in the Spider God Queen, no one knew, but like players like Evelyn, they were also accommodated by the Dark Elf society.

They are known as 'mercenaries', or exiles from Dark Elf society.

They are willing to work for anyone who can afford it, and for that price, they will kill, plunder, and even participate in the infighting of the Dark Elf family.

And the drow man named Pipisen in front of him is obviously one of the forces of the exiles.

After recognizing the identity of this funny man, Helisite shifted her surprised eyes to Evelyn.

Helister was surprised that the priestess was able to recruit these mercenaries who ate people and didn't spit out their bones. Aren't they afraid of the backlash from these despicable thieves?
After all, she had heard many stories about mercenaries who got rich because of the disputes between the two families. Their cunning personalities not only enriched their wallets, but also won't offend anyone.

This led to the infighting between the two families and the fact that the backpacks of these disgusting despicable thieves were filled with the gold and silver wealth of the two families.

Helisite felt that it was necessary to remind the confident pregnant woman, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was unnecessary.

Among these groups of exiles, there is also an unwritten but tacit rule. In order to prevent the exiles from killing each other, only one mercenary family can participate in the internal fighting between the two families.

If they don't hire these mercenaries who eat people and don't spit out their bones in advance, then the Wan Ruide family is likely to be the first to go.

It seems that this pregnant woman who is about to give birth is very considerate. It is not the kind of house husband who has been pregnant for three years and does not know what price the other party has paid. Helisite looked at the pregnant woman with a playful look .

"My dear Ms. Evelyn, the future mistress of the Fourth Scourge family, and Pipisen, the head of the Vinov Lone Wolf Mercenary Group, send you my regards."

The mercenary leader who walked up to Eveli politely greeted the seated person, and bent down to salute, so that the ponytail on the top of his head slipped down from the smooth black agate head, which was quite funny. dangling.

"Mercenary leader, help me get rid of the Wanruide family, you will get a considerable amount of benefits, but I also want to warn you, the price of failure and betrayal is more expensive!"

Evelyn, the priestess of Rose, looked at the bowed and kneeled mercenary leader, and said coldly with an unquestionable tone.

"I will do my best, my dear Ms. Evelyn." Pippison, who had just stood up straight, tossed the ponytail on the top of his head, winked funny at the seated person, and lowered his worthless eyes again. Onyx head.

"Sharish will inform you when the raid will be launched." Evelyn waved her hand, ignoring the funny mercenary leader.

"Then I take my leave, my dear Lady Evelyn."

After Pipisen finished speaking, he walked in front of Helisite, shook the braid on the top of his head exaggeratedly, and said with a smirk: "No one likes a woman who has been soaked in strong acid."

Afterwards, the mercenary leader took steps that his relatives did not recognize, and disappeared into the corridor with a rattling noise.

"A bunch of despicable thieves, I don't think they can bring any help." Seeing Pipison leave, Marion kicked a small stool beside her and muttered.

"They are very useful to us." Evelyn said, lying on the stone chair.

"I don't think so. After all, don't they do enough to step on two boats?" The thin Shirlin continued: "It's not often that these bastards stab their knives in the back. ?"

"So, you two are questioning my decision!" Evelyn turned cold.

The two complaining priestesses immediately lowered their heads and remained silent.

Seeing the two silent priestesses, Helliste, who was observing silently, flickered a few times, as if understanding the meaning of the pregnant woman, looked at the pregnant woman, and nodded subtly.

"Now that everything has been arranged, you all go back and start preparing." Evelyn waved her hand, and leaned back in her chair slightly tired, closing her eyes and meditating.

As for those mercenary regiments composed of exiles, why didn't she know their character of cannibalism and backstabbing at both ends.

But by doing so, she at least took the initiative in her own hands, and that was enough.

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In the huge stone room, the colorful demon fire bathes the entire room in soft light.

Thorn leaned on the long sword and sat on the icy ground, panting violently, beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead.

"How do you feel?" Carlock took out two bottles of apple juice from the wine cabinet, sat next to Thorne, and handed him a bottle.

"It's a hearty feeling." Thorne took it and unscrewed the cork directly, poured all the cold juice down in one breath, and said with a smile:

"I used to think that levels, attributes, and specialties are the way to become a strong man. Now I have to add two more, that is, mood and skills."

Through the pure swordsmanship competition between the two, Thorne understood that the wandering swordsman Karlock in front of him was indeed a true master of swordsmanship.

The long sword in his hand is not as gorgeous as the wandering swordsman, nor is it as simple as ordinary swordsmanship, it feels like a perfect fusion of the two to him.

Every sword of the opponent contains strong self-confidence and intentions, and every seemingly simple attack can make him feel a threat that is fatal enough, that is to say, the opponent's attack can always detect the weakest point of his defense point, and make the most precise strikes.

With Carlock, Thorn found another way to strengthen his combat effectiveness.

That is what he considers his biggest flaw so far.

No matter when, every time he faces a skillful enemy, he always feels very difficult to deal with. If he masters this kind of swordsmanship of the opponent, then his own shortcomings will be gradually made up for.

"You have a lot of supernatural powers that amaze me, but your biggest flaw is that you can't perfectly integrate them with the sword in your hand, and then use them all, so you still have a long way to go."

Carlock finished his juice, got up and said to Thorne: "Have a good rest, let's continue, we don't have much time for practice."

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(End of this chapter)