Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 33
The night shrouded the hazy wilderness, the shadows of the distant mountain peaks were indistinct, and the cold night wind whizzed past, blowing the dense miscellaneous trees in the mountains, rustling.

Thorn sat cross-legged on the small mound, as if he had melted into the darkness. The Anjin long sword was inserted into the ground that he could easily touch by his side, his eyes staring at the dark night in ecstasy.

So-called dark vision sees a clear gray-and-white in the pitch-black night, with no way to make out colors.

But Thorne really likes this gray and white world feeling, a person who is used to seeing colorful things.

Occasionally changing the environment can make people enjoy a kind of pleasant enjoyment and relaxation, at least he thinks so.

At this time, the group of them had come out of the sewer for more than an hour.

Because of the series of emergencies that happened tonight, these players who had just struggled from the brink of life and death were exhausted physically and mentally.

In desperation, I had no choice but to find a safe shelter in the wilderness and prepare to rest for the night until dawn before setting off.

As for where to go, Thorn hasn't decided yet, everyone has their own choice, and he doesn't bother to help these players make decisions.

If the choice is different, it just happens to save him a lot of worry.

Swish!
At this time, a slight sound of footsteps came from behind Thorne from far and near.

Hearing the rubbing of the fine footsteps against the withered grass on the ground, and the faint scent on the other person, Thorne could guess who it was without turning around.

His perception skills have reached 14 points, and with the blessing of the keen senses of the half-elf race.

Not even the small footsteps of rogues could escape his ears, let alone a spellcaster.

Just like when he sneaked into the Ratman's lair in the sewer, Anderina's pet, the little devil, followed behind him secretly.

Although the little devil used the invisibility technique to hide his body, he was discovered by the air flow generated by flapping his wings.

At the beginning, in order to obtain the racial characteristic of keen senses, he gave up the versatility of the human race, which directly caused him to have 75% elf blood and 25% human blood.

[Perception (general skill): Keen perception can make you see, hear or perceive the existence of some hidden things in other ways. The level of the skill represents your alertness to the surrounding environment and your senses acuity. 】

[Sharp senses (racial characteristic): Your elven blood gives you innate innate perception, and you will have a 20% bonus when you use vision, hearing, and smell. 】

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"Would you like some moon dew wine from the elves?" Anderina sat casually not far from Thorn, and said, handing over an unopened bottle of wine.

Moondew?
This unparalleled wine can only be brewed by people with an alchemy skill level of 20 or above.

The unusual brewing process involves key brewing materials: fresh dew and moonshine, and a bottle of 300 gold coins is sold in high-end taverns in Winter City.

Thorne glanced at Anderina in surprise. He didn't expect that she would even carry such a luxurious wine with her.

But it's not surprising if you think about it carefully, her profession is a level 5 warlock and a level 1 dragon vein warlock.

Not counting the cost of the warlock's bloodline awakening ceremony.

The price of the various rare materials that the awakened dragon vein warlock needs to prepare is at least 3000 gold coins, which shows that the opponent's financial resources are strong.

I'm afraid Anderina also belongs to the kind of local tyrant who spends money like crazy before the accident happened in the game.

No wonder the gold price ratio in Winter City was so high back then, it must have something to do with her.

In this world of Toril, where 1 gold coin can provide for civilians to live for nearly half a year, the purchasing power of 300 gold coins can be imagined.

Even for Thorne himself, it was a considerable expense.

And his main source of income before was basically to accept some tasks within the scope of his strength in the Adventurer's Guild in the city.

The most paid time was as an escort on a merchant ship to the southern kingdom.

The reward for a round trip is 25 gold coins.

But it is a pity that the merchant ship was attacked by a group of sahuagin during its journey.

A fire almost burned the cargo in the cabin, which can be said to be a heavy loss, and had no choice but to return the same way.

Since then, Thorne has never chosen to take an adventure by boat. The feeling of having his own destiny in the hands of others is too uncomfortable.

In this high magic world.

Especially in the vast sea, you can't guarantee that there will be a sudden surge of waves, and then the ship will be completely submerged in the deep sea with a crash.

No matter how good your physical strength is, no matter how high your fighting skills are, if you are floating in the vast sea, a single shark can consume you to death.

"Thank you, but I never drink." Thorne shook his head and refused.

Wine is a magical drink. When many players are sad, they like to use wine to relieve their sorrow.

But Thorne thinks that alcohol is like poison to agile professionals like rangers who rely on skills.

Because it will reduce one's own perception, will, and flexibility, make people lose their vigilance, and even affect the sobriety of the brain.

Fighter professionals may increase their combat effectiveness through a surge of energy after drinking.

For example, there is an advanced profession: Drunken Master!

It is through their drunken staggering and staggering that many attacks can be evaded, and likewise, they possess confounding attacks that often leave opponents defenseless.

In addition, when they really drink, the Drunken Master can even show very terrifying strength and bravery.

But if the ranger drinks alcohol during the battle, the original advantage will be completely lost.

As a skilled professional, Thorn must keep a clear mind at all times!

"What's on your mind?" Anderina put the wine back and asked casually.

Now is the month of rotting leaves (November), winter is coming, the weather is extremely cold late at night, and other players are gathered around the campfire to keep warm.

Only Thorn stayed away from everyone, sitting alone and staring at the dark sky in a daze.

Andelina's curiosity was aroused when she looked at Thorn's slightly silent back.

This is not like Thorne who was not afraid of the city guards when he was in the tavern.

"What's on your mind? That's not really a problem, it's just emotional." Thorne shook his head slightly and said casually.

"Then what are your plans? Where are you going to take these players tomorrow?"

Seeing Thorn's reluctance to speak, Andelina stopped asking, and changed to another topic that she was more concerned about, which was also the main purpose of her coming here.

Originally, she thought that she could live in Winter City like this for the rest of her life, but the sudden change made her lose her direction and feel a little confused.

It is too difficult to find a territory that can be sheltered in the wilderness, because you can never predict when this settlement will be captured by other intelligent races.

There used to be more than 2 players in Winter City, but with the occurrence of accidents, most players left the city to develop in the wilderness.

In a year, she heard the news of the fall of the player's territory, even she couldn't remember how many times.

Heart is higher than the sky, life is thinner than paper!
They should be talking about themselves.

"I can't control where they go. The place I'm going to is Pushang Town, the northernmost part of the Great Swordscar Mountain Range." Thorne replied directly.

Fallstown is his birthplace.

It was a force formed jointly by players and original residents. With the complex terrain, it was no problem to protect itself.

(End of this chapter)