Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 343 People of Black Blood
Thorne bid farewell to the goblin wizard, then walked down the spiral staircase to the door of Anderina's room on the eighth floor.

Looking at the closed door, he hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and knocked a few times.

After a while, the entire corridor seemed very quiet, without any sound coming out.

Obviously, the owner of the room didn't seem to notice the guests outside the door.

After a while, Thorn, who was standing in front of the door, looked at the doorknob in front of him that was set with a spell restriction.He thought about it, and felt that waiting like this was not an option, so he took out a talisman similar to a sapphire of heart.

One of the functions of this talisman is to transmit the trigger of the magic circle. When the magic circle is activated, it can guide him to appear in the magic circle on the No.12 floor of the tower.

However, the scope is limited to the town of Falls.

Of course, there is another most important role, which is to have all the authority of the entire tower.

Therefore, Thorne decided to try to see if he could open Anderina's boudoir, which was restricted by spells.

With a hint of curiosity, he began to try to lightly touch the rune mark on the gate.

The moment the sapphire amulet touched the imprint, a light blue magical aura suddenly emerged, startling Thorne, and the sound of the magic lock being opened immediately behind the door.

"It's actually opened." Thorn said to himself unexpectedly. He didn't expect that Anderina's boudoir was really unguarded against him. Is this deliberately implying that he committed a crime?

Thinking of this, Thorne let out an inaudible chuckle, then turned the doorknob and walked in.

Immediately afterwards, everything inside appeared before his eyes.

The bright room doesn't look too big, and Thorne, who has excellent tracking ability, can easily see that the room should have been redecorated.

Once, he heard Anderina mention that this small room was originally a warehouse for storing sundries, and then she cleaned it up and renovated it into his own boudoir.

As for the original bedroom in this high tower, for a girl like Andelina who has a slight obsession with cleanliness, she naturally doesn't like to live in it.

Besides, it belonged to a dead old man.

In this regard, Thorne could only shrug his shoulders and smile helplessly.

On the ceiling of the room is a magical lighting lamp that has been imbued with the "Light Art".

The tower has an element pool, and the negligible magic power consumption of the lighting is dispensable.

Because she was in a different world, Anderina didn't feel very safe, so no matter what time of day, she always liked to illuminate the room as if it were daytime.

For Thorne, it's the exact opposite.

It may be because he has mastered the shadow ability by practicing the shadow hand style.

Intersecting with bright light, he prefers darkness a little more.

Of course, except for the Underdark region, that kind of place has been classified as a forbidden area in his heart.

The floor of the room is covered with soft and vicious chinchilla carpets. The price of this kind of fur starts at a hundred gold coins. Even in the noble circle, most nobles dare not be so extravagant.

There is no decoration on the white walls, only a few framed sketches are hung. Although they are just some simple sketches, they look vivid.

Among these sketches, apart from a few simple sketches of overlooking the town on the waterfall, the Great Sword Scar Mountains and the Emerald Field, there was one that was so detailed that Thorne's gaze was deeply attracted and he couldn't move away.

It was a picture: in the afterglow of the setting sun, at the top of the tower, one figure leaned on the shoulder of another figure, as if admiring the beautiful scenery together.

Seeing this, Thorne's expression moved, and then he smiled, swept over the dressing table near the window, and locked it on a soft bed.

The whole room was filled with a faint fragrance of violets, which he could still distinguish because it was exactly the same as Andrina's body fragrance.

At this moment, Anderina was wearing a snow-white nightgown and lying on a soft bed. Her elegant sleeping posture was as pleasing to the eye as her soft and quiet personality.

The lavender quilt did not cover her entire delicate body, but only one corner rested on her flat belly, which virtually gave Thorne more space to admire, and at the same time feasted his eyes.

He admired Andelina's long black hair spreading like clouds, eyelashes resting like butterflies, pretty face, slightly undulating chest, white and slender thighs, and the large snow-white seen through the gap in the neckline of her pajamas.

It had to be said that he felt a fatal attraction and allure from Anderina.

At this time, Thorne has been deeply attracted by her charm and cannot extricate himself.

When he locked his eyes on the two small bumps under the shade of the nightgown, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated a bit, and a dry mouth also appeared in his mouth.

Thorn took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse in his heart, gently closed the door behind him, and walked towards her bed as if nothing had happened.

He sat on the side of Anderina's bed, forcibly moved his eyes away from the neckline that was propped up by his fullness, and then gently pushed aside the few strands of hair that covered her pretty face.

Then he bowed his head and kissed her gently on the center of her brow, then stretched out his hand to stroke her smooth black long hair, and said with a smile: "Get up, don't pretend to be asleep."

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The Silent Forest, the deepest part of Hruk's hobgoblin camp.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, the warriors of the Hobgoblin of Hruk have set off, but the disciples of Mala haven't arrived yet?"

The leader of the hobgoblins stood side by side with the shadow called the High Priest. He looked at the quiet jungle and frowned.

"Don't be impatient, we'll be there soon, respected leader." Soi Ying's voice was still low and hoarse.

In this way, the two stood quietly in place for a while, and there were bursts of rushing rustling sounds and faint roars of wild animals from the depths of the dense forest.

Immediately afterwards, a series of graceful figures leaping among the trees appeared in front of the hobgoblin leader and the black figure one after another.

"I've kept you waiting, leader of the Hobgoblins of Hruk." A wolf man covered in jet black hair showed a ferocious smile, and greeted the two with his sharp claws.

"Don't forget your promise, or...hehe, the hobgoblin of Hruk will pay the most expensive price!"

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and what appeared was a very strong and giant-looking wild boar man. He was carrying two hammers, his sharp fangs were exposed, and his face was terrifying.

"boom!"

After the wild boar man finished speaking, he waved the two long-handled round hammers in his hands, and saw the two washbasin-sized round hammers collide with each other in an instant, accompanied by ear-piercing roars, and sparked dazzling sparks in the night.

"Don't be so grumpy, be careful, and don't frighten our guests."

The shadows in the dark twisted a bit.

A petite ratman appeared in front of everyone strangely. He twirled a dagger gleaming with cold light in his hand, shaking the jagged rat whiskers at the corners of his mouth, showing a treacherous sneer.

"Hurry up and open the door. We, the people of Black Blood, will use the hunters of the Way of Silence as sacrifices tonight, and plunge the entire Pushang Town into a hunting ceremony. This will definitely attract the attention of our lord."

As soon as the rat man finished speaking, a thin old man leaning on a cane and covered in a black robe walked over surrounded by many hunters.

"As you wish." The black figure beside the hobgoblin leader replied faintly, and immediately snapped his fingers, and two high-ranking hobgoblin priests walked over from the direction of the Temple of the Mighty One.

Afterwards, the black shadow carefully took out a flat piece of soil, on which a rough five-star paw print pattern was engraved.

The two high-ranking priests who rushed over unhurriedly took out the holy emblem of the bloody ax blade, and chanted obscure divine spells together against the pattern on the soil block.

It lasted for a while, and a teleportation circle wrapped all the hunters, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Go with peace of mind, your family and children will be taken care of for you when I arrive at the Great Swordscar Mountain Range." The black shadow looked at the disappearing hunter, whispered to himself, then turned and threw it to the hobgoblin beside him The leader gave an exquisite whistle and said:
"This is a tool to wake up the sleeping green dragon. I am going to set off with my fire plan. Farewell, respected hobgoblin leader."

After speaking, Soi Ying turned and left without hesitation.

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Waterfall on the town, the next city.

Carlos stood on the city wall, looking at the hobgoblin army advancing in the distance surrounded by countless torches, and immediately issued defensive instructions one after another.

Amidst the sound of dense footsteps, all the guards in Pushang Town clenched their weapons tightly, looking at the advancing enemy army in full readiness.

"Master, is there any news from Thorn?" At this moment, Carlos noticed the Druid Master Qingchen coming over, and asked with a slightly dignified expression.

It was Thorn who conveyed the news that the hobgoblins were attacking the town of Falls, so they had already made preparations before the hobgoblin army approached, but what puzzled him was that Thorn's figure was still missing.

"The people of black blood from the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range have already set their sights on the Emerald Tower, and they are also in crisis." Master Qingchen looked in the direction of the tower with a slightly worried expression, and said slowly.

People of Black Blood!

This is a hunting organization composed of a group of lycanthropes who believe in the god of hunting.

These cruel hunters live in the depths of the Great Swordscar Mountains and live by hunting. They follow the will of the hunting god and their own animal instincts, hunting all intelligent creatures and civilization settlements in groups until the end All prey are killed.

Although it is called an organization, the people of black blood have no political goals. Their only hobby is to live like wild beasts, to please the god of hunting through endless hunting, and to obtain the protection of the gods.

Master Qingchen naturally knows the information about the people of the black blood, because the druids in the Emerald Garden often go to the deepest part of the Great Sword Scar Mountains to track down the people of the black blood, and mercilessly Destroy their nests.

"It turned out to be the people of black blood." Carlos whispered to himself, his expression moved, and then he looked at the tower worriedly, and said slowly: "I hope they can get through this crisis smoothly."

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(End of this chapter)