Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 311

"Although your talent in swordsmanship is not very good, your mind and concentration are stronger than I imagined. Perhaps this is the real reason why you have come this far."

The wandering swordsman Karlock put the long sword back into the scabbard, looked at Thorne who was sitting on the ground and nodded in satisfaction, then straightened his expression, and said seriously:
"No matter what we do, as long as we persevere, we will always achieve unexpected success. I hope you will not let go of your never-ending swordsmanship in the future."

Diligence can make up for one's weakness is a good lesson, hard work equals talent, only by having the courage to accept one's own ordinaryness can one do one's best to be different.

Karlock was satisfied with the fact that the ranger in front of him was able to master all the sword skills taught by him in the cycle of the two Pillars of Taiam, but he was also surprised at the other party's diligence and stubbornness.

Although his swordsmanship still looked a bit rusty, the deadly moves barely felt any fluidity in his hands.

But he is very clear that this young ranger has only studied for two days at best, he has all the combat experience and will, what is lacking is only the precipitation of time.

"Thank you, Mr. Carlock, for your guidance these two days." Thorn stood up holding his sword, and bowed to the drow elf.

He used to be very paranoid that the so-called sword skills were flashy moves to him, and only the perfect combination of strength and speed was fundamental.

But when he followed Karlock for two days of swordsmanship practice, he really understood the true power of swordsmanship skills that had been neglected by him.

This ability is different from the wizard's brilliant spells and the strange supernatural ability of his nine swords, but in the battle, let the weapon in your hand contain your own will and belief.

The heart and mind are in harmony, and the mind is in harmony with the breath, so that every attack of oneself contains its own fearless and fearless aura.

A person who has mastered this technique can completely eliminate all enemies in front of him cleanly with the weapon in his hand.

This master swordsman did not teach him the elegant swordsmanship of a wandering swordsman, nor did he teach him the simplest fighting skills.

The technique he taught was how to use the sharp blade in his hand to eliminate the opponent in the shortest time, how to instantly judge the opponent's defense loopholes, and then launch the most fatal blow.

This kind of swordsmanship test is a person's focus on the judgment of the battle, as well as the fearless attacking momentum, which can be almost perfectly integrated with his steel soul style moves, so he feels very handy when practicing.

"I have recorded all my experience in using swords in this book, and now I give it to you, which can be regarded as a regret in life." Carlock smiled nonchalantly, and took out a thick book. The thick book was handed to Thorne.

"Sorry?" Thorn whispered in his heart, and reached out to take it.

Although the book was only about 50 pages at most, and it was almost weightless, he had an inexplicable feeling of heaviness, which made him feel like he was carrying some kind of burden.

"Don't you think about living on the surface?" Thorne clenched the book tightly, silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say:

"In the emerald field on the surface, there are many territories established by our compatriots. In those territories, apart from humans, elves and half-elves, there are even kobolds, ogres and even trolls.

And among the laws we promulgate, the first one is against racial discrimination, so if you want, you can spend the rest of your life on the surface in peace. "

At this time, Thorne was not coveting how much help the opponent's strong strength could bring him.He just couldn't bear the heart of this compatriot who gave him help but didn't ask for anything in return, has been trapped in this place that can never be favored by the light.

He really didn't understand why the other party stubbornly stayed here when he clearly had the ability to leave at any time.

"What you said really touched my heart, but I have a reason why I can't leave here." Carlock sighed slightly with his back to Thorne, and said slowly.

"Is it to help those fallen compatriots who want to turn back?" Thorne looked at the other's stubborn back, and suddenly felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, and then he couldn't help but say:

"However, staying here will only harm them. This is a city full of evil and betrayal. When you are still a group of civilians in the dark elf society, no one will care about your life and faith.

But, don't forget, you are now preparing to become nobles in the city of Rezim, don't you know?

From the moment the Dark Elf became a nobleman of the Rezim City, he would definitely receive special attention from the Spider Queen.

When the time comes for this vicious god to discover that there are members of your family who try to blaspheme themselves and violate the teachings, then you are really not far from destruction.Or, can you really vouch for your devotion to the Spider Queen? "

He's not a great talker, nor is he a professional persuader, and he's rarely able to utter so many words of comfort in one breath.

But he looked at Karlock's figure whose soul seemed to be entangled in evil, and finally spit it out in one breath because of anger.

After saying these words, Thorn felt a little bit regretful in his heart, because he didn't know whether these cruel truths would cause a strong shock to the heart of the master swordsman.

"It turns out...it's so serious, let me think about it alone." After listening to Thorne's words, Carlock was silent for a while, and walked out of the dim room.

Carlock actually understood the questions that Thorne mentioned, but he didn't know how to choose.

Karlock, who stepped into the corridor, looked up at the eternal darkness on the top of the cave, as if he saw his own dark life.

"Did I say too much?" Thorn, who was staying in the room, sighed as he watched the figure of the drow disappear in the corridor.

"However, what I'm saying is all the truth. If he really doesn't realize the seriousness of the problem, he will indeed kill everyone here because of his kindness, and he will fall into deep self-blame. Returning to the surface is very important for him. , is really the best choice.”

Thorne patted his head comfortingly, muttered again, and walked towards the table in the corner.

Drow mail is a carefully crafted, sleek black metal mesh tunic, a piece of equipment that does not obstruct the wearer in the slightest.

It can provide sufficient protection without affecting the action due to its heavy weight, and can easily withstand the attacks of non-magical weapons.

A surprise attack on the Wan Ruide family is about to be launched, so Thorne will naturally have to deal with it. This piece of equipment was captured when he killed the dark elf patrol, and it can be used now.

Although this magical equipment looks very useful, it cannot be used on the surface.

Because the equipment of the drow elves is full of magical energy radiated by the leylines, as long as they are exposed to the sun, the radiation energy infiltrated into the equipment will gradually disappear, causing these equipment to lose their original magic effects, and the structure of the equipment will also be affected by the radiation energy. disappeared and damaged.

The specific magical energy radiated by the leylines is an arcane force of unknown origin. Legend has it that it can be traced back to an ancient elf magic that was cast when the dark elves were expelled from the surface world.

This kind of special radiant energy is often used by dark elves and other underground residents to use the property of radiation to defend their settlements and make magic equipment. The only disadvantage is that it cannot see the light.

When everything was sorted out and his spirits were full, Thorne took a deep breath to calm his fluctuating heart.

After today's battle is over, he will be able to leave this damned place. Obviously, he doesn't like this place at all, and he doesn't like the people and things here.

Then Thorn glanced at the furnishings of the room and the clusters of demon fire floating on the roof, covered his messy hair with the hood on the cloak, and turned to leave.

However, the moment he walked out of the room, a black shadow came into his eyes.

"It's you?" Seeing the appearance of the shadow, Thorn involuntarily moved his hand to the hilt of his sword.

This is a drow wizard. He met him once in Karlock's room, but the drow wizard named Shire did not give him a good impression.

"Don't be so impulsive, ranger friend, I have no malicious intentions." The drow wizard Shire lifted the hood of his wizard robe, revealing a harmless smile.

"What's the matter?" Thorn watched the reckless wizard vigilantly. With the distance between the two, as long as the wizard named Shire moved slightly, his long sword would instantly chop off the opponent's head.

He didn't quite understand what the other party relied on to dare to get so close to him.

"There are indeed some things I want to talk to you about." Charles stroked the long withered white hair scattered on his forehead, and said with a smile on his handsome ebony face with a very sincere expression.

"Not interested!" Thorne refused directly.

He clearly remembered that the other party's companion, Julis, had asked Carlock to help her kill another warlock, Hellist, so he could easily guess the other party's real intention to find him.

"My friend, you really misunderstood me. I've said it all. I have nothing to do with that crazy woman Julis. And I have already revealed my true identity to you. Why are you still so wary of me? "

The wizard Shire looked at the half-elf ranger from the surface in puzzlement.

"Your real identity?" Thorn changed his vigilant eyes to a slight mockery, and said with a smile:

"But what I saw was a dim holy emblem. What does this mean? It means that your goddess has abandoned you long ago."

"It's not that I've been abandoned, but that I haven't been recognized by the goddess yet. However, it's just a matter of time for me, and I'll prove it to you later."

The wizard Charles put his hand on the jewelry hidden on his chest, and retorted to Thorne very seriously.

"Then I wish you a path that will never get lost, farewell!" Thorne gave the other party a faint look, and left directly.

"Don't you want to know the story of Karlock's past?" Seeing the ranger leaving without hesitation, the wizard Charles rolled his eyes and stopped him.

"I would like to hear more about it." Thorn stopped and turned his back to the drow wizard.

"He once led a group of compatriots in an attempt to return to the surface..."

"I see, thank you!" Before the wizard Charles finished speaking, Thorne thanked him and disappeared into the dim corridor.

"Do you want to do this, I just want to make friends with you." The wizard Charles looked at the disappearing figure of the ranger in frustration.

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(End of this chapter)