Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 461 The Predicament of Strength

The second floor of the cafe.

The dim candlelight and melodious lute music control the atmosphere here very well, making people feel relaxed and quiet.

There are a dozen or so small round tables and armchairs, with vapor-style candle shades and metallic seats gleaming.

The air is filled with the faint aroma of coffee and the mellow aroma of cream.

Thorne walked in lightly along the small wooden stairs.

A half-orc covering his entire body in a dark green cloak seemed to have noticed his arrival, and looked up curiously at the calm half-elf.

The moment he met the other party's calm black eyes, the half-orc's heart trembled violently. Out of instinct, he immediately put his left hand under the table on the slack hanging on his waist in an inadvertent movement. on the dagger.

This posture may seem like a personal habit to outsiders, but for an experienced ranger like Thorne, the half-orc's posture is not that simple. The angle of his left arm is just right for him to quickly draw out the dagger. And thrown in an instant.

However, after noticing that the other party's eyes showed vigilance rather than hostility, he didn't bother to pay attention to this half-orc who was a little too alert.

He also experienced this growth stage in the past.

He expressed his understanding of the half-orc's reaction.It can be seen from this that the other party's perception attribute is quite good, and he can even perceive the dangerous intuition brought by him.

A bard in a gray cloak hides in a corner, playing his harp in the shadows out of candlelight.

The sound of the piano is melodious and soft, accompanied by low-pitched singing, floating in the hall:

Time is like a rushing torrent
Gone forever
The scorching hot years

as short as morning dew

changeable
Today we still gather together to sing together

Unlimited happiness
I don't know each other tomorrow

Where are you going?

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The 'Blue Pearl' cafe is different from ordinary taverns on the street. The atmosphere here is neither loud nor noisy, and even vulgar adventurers will become a little civilized when they come here.

Of course, vulgar adventurers will not come here, because the expenses here are calculated in gold coins, which are dozens of times more expensive than ordinary taverns.

Most of the people who can come to this cafe are those who like to take a quiet picture or enjoy the few modern atmosphere here.

Although it has been more than five years since all players traveled here, with the precipitation of time, most of these surviving people have a common hobby, that is: nostalgia.

Especially some people who are doing well here.

When they are no longer worried about their lives, no longer bothered by the work of sunrise and sunset, the minds of these idle people start to think wildly.

Because most of the people who have seen it for a long time think that nostalgia for the past is not for the sake of being sad, but just to seek a feeling in this world.

It's like reliving the same dream over and over again.

They don't do anything else, they just want to see the future of their life more clearly.

So this exquisite little cafe has become a place where many people chat and comfort.

Thorn found that the person who invited him hadn't arrived yet, so he found a round table that had just been cleaned up by the waiter and sat down, then looked around and looked around quietly.

Behind him by the window, sat two wizards holding spell books. They quietly flipped through the spells recorded on them, and exchanged knowledge about arcane arts with each other in low voices from time to time.

However, one part of the conversation between the two piqued his interest.

"Hey, we just passed the assessment today, and we can finally join the Emerald Tower in Waterfall Town. Have you ever thought about which school of magic you want to develop?" A human wizard wearing a black pointed hat closed the book, He looked at his elf companion sitting across from him.

"... Transformation." The somewhat sloppy elf companion rubbed his forehead, showing a hard-to-choose look.

"Changing Department?" The human wizard sipped his coffee and replied, "Didn't you listen to that Arcanist Pardo? Although magic is classified into eight schools, each school is also divided into many sub-schools." .Wizards like us who come from Yeluzi are fundamentally unstable. If you want to steadily improve your strength, you must specialize in a sub-school in the early stage. Start by turning into a master, gradually from one specialization to multi-level, and finally become all-around .

If you only pursue breadth and not precision, you are only half a bucket of water.Just like a house, a plank house, if you have a lot of planks, can your house be built hard?Won't it collapse when it's blown by the rain? "

"Of course I know what you said." The elf companion who was silent for a while seemed to have finally made up his mind, and slowly relaxed his frowning brows, and said:

"It can only be said that the classification of magic is too broad. Although it is divided into eight major schools as a whole, there are many small schools derived from each school. Of those so-called all-round wizards, which one did not rely on time to settle down? .I have decided, I will choose to specialize in the neutron school of the transformation department, the transformation flow."

"There are also many types of transformation, such as nature, undead, magical beasts, bugs, elements, intelligent races, etc. There are too many, and I can't list them all.

Moreover, the degree of danger of this genre of spells is second only to the necromancy system.If the spell goes wrong or is interrupted, it is only a small problem that it cannot be transformed back. It is also common to die or become a strange thing during the transformation process. "

The human wizard was surprised, obviously did not expect his friend to choose this genre, and then patiently explained to his companion.

The so-called wizards are naturally not a group of people who just stand there and cast spells as imagined.

There are also quite alternative and very violent spell genres in wizards.

Transfiguration is one of the best.

A wizard who is proficient in the shapeshifting genre is sometimes even more powerful and difficult to deal with than those druids who are proficient in shapeshifting.

Because most of the druids are mainly natural creatures, but these transformation-style wizards can change into various monsters that adapt to the environment according to different environments.

"The Arcane Empire has inherited two very special transformation genres, namely 36 transformations in the upper plane and 72 transformations in the lower plane.

If the strength reaches a high level or above, it can even transform into a real alien or a high-level demon to fight the enemy.And I chose the 36 changes of the upper plane type. "The elf companion who has already decided smiled indifferently, and then said a little depressed:

"Unfortunately, if you want to learn this genre from the Arcane Empire, you can only sign another contract with the Emerald Tower, and then you have to practice the supporting meditation method for more than five years before you can start learning spells. In other words, In the next few years, I can only spend my days in the tower relying on meditation and transcribing scrolls."

Thinking that he was about to spend countless days and nights in boring magic research, the elf couldn't help but retreat a little.

However, in the end, he gritted his teeth and strengthened his determination.

After all, he is a pure-blooded elf, with a life span seven or eight times that of a normal human, and a wizard is a profession that relies on time to accumulate knowledge.

"It turns out that you have already made up your mind. No wonder you suddenly became so generous today and invited me here."

The human wizard took a deep look at his companion, couldn't help but sighed, then thought for a while, and said firmly: "I've decided, I'll choose the force field flow in the evocation department, and then specialize in the force field flow in the Bigby series. Spell."

"This genre is actually quite strong, but I don't know how many contribution points will be consumed in the end to learn it all."

"Take your time. After all, the Emerald Tower is the strongest wizard organization in the entire peninsula. If the two of us can pass the assessment, we are already a big step ahead of many wizards."

"Hey, I heard that the real owner of the Emerald Tower is not the Arcanist, the octopus head and the dark elf, but someone else." The elf wizard asked again as if remembering something.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" The human wizard directly affirmed his companion's guess, and then analyzed to him in a low voice:

"Didn't you find out? Every time the Arcanist communicated with Ta Ling, his attitude was extremely respectful, and the three of them had no authority to go above the sixth floor. This is already very obvious."

"Then who is the owner of this wizard tower?" The elf raised his curiosity.

"It seems that you are really stupid to learn magic, and you can easily find out this kind of thing if you just go to the tavern in Waterfall Town.

The owner of the wizard tower is a half-elf ranger, who is on the relief of the Temple of Wisdom, second only to Martha in conspicuousness.The hostess is a dragon vein warlock and is said to be Martha's chosen one. I don't know the other details. "

Hearing the whispers of the two wizards, Thorne, who was sitting on the other side, couldn't help chuckling.

At the same time, I also realized that I was too thorough as a hands-off shopkeeper.

However, what is gratifying is that the three of Pardo were able to manage the power of the Emerald Tower in an orderly manner, which he did not expect.

Three years ago, when these three guys offered to help him form a wizarding force, he actually didn't have much hope.

Unexpectedly, in these three years, he really didn't cause any major trouble to him.

Moreover, the profits brought by the spell scrolls and low-level magic items they sold are already enough to maintain the normal operation and daily maintenance of the wizard tower.

This made him, the hands-off shopkeeper, very happy.

Of course, the most critical factor is the inheritance of the Arcane Empire left by Malvisa to the Wizard Tower.

Without a complete magic system for latecomers to learn, it is simply impossible to attract talented wizards to develop.

In fact, the knowledge of the Arcane Empire was also backed up by several other small towns on the condition that they paid a certain price, and was also backed up by Malvisa. one head.

Then, Thorne, who was a little bored, turned his attention to a couple sitting in a dimly lit corner. The two were whispering and laughing.

From the intermittent words, he heard clearly what the young couple was talking about in their whispers.

It is nothing more than the end of the "Wanderer's Street" inside the Fortress Fortress, and there is a "Holy Place for dating", which is called the "Crystal Love" hotel by players.

The main reason why it is called the "Holy Land for Sex" is that the development direction of the hotel and the high-end services inside are mainly for couples.

The current Fortress Fortress has resounded throughout the wilderness with the reputation of the 'Crystal Love' hotel.

Taking one's lover to live in "Crystal Love" for one night has been regarded as an indispensable romantic fun in love by most young couples.

However, the high price has withstood many fateful mandarin ducks.

In fact, the real reason why many couples like to go to this kind of place is mainly because the boss there is a dwarf witch who is proficient in the magic of the illusion school.

Under the influence of illusion, the lovers who come to enjoy in the "Crystal Love" hotel can put them in all kinds of extraordinary environments in pursuit of excitement and pleasure.

For example: on the back of a unicorn, in a dark dungeon, on the balcony of your own home, on the balcony of someone else’s home, in a canoe bumping in a rushing river, in the air more than twenty feet above the ground, or even On a crowded street...

In short, this realistic illusion, for those who are not very proficient in magic knowledge, after entering the room, it is impossible to tell whether they are in an illusion or in a real room.

"Why are you sitting here laughing alone?" Suddenly, a black figure came over, sat on the chair opposite Thorne, and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing." The wandering ranger came back to his senses, and looked at the half-drow Elf Horat opposite him.

There was a smile in the pale red eyes of this guy, dressed in a dusty black suit, leather high boots on his feet, a wide-brimmed belt with silver-plated buckles around his waist, and a scarf around his neck.

"What's the matter?" Thorne refused the menu handed over, just like his previous habit, he was not very interested in coffee.

"Did you kill that white dragon?" Horat gently stirred the steaming coffee with a spoon in his hand, moved the cup to his nose and sniffed it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"You're not asking knowingly, just tell me who is interested in the white dragon's body." Thorne leaned back in his chair, observing Horat's every move indifferently.

He found that the other party had changed a lot.

Every tiny movement of his inadvertently reveals an inexplicable sense of coordination.

The most important thing is that he felt the shadow energy in the other party that he had never experienced before.

"Have you succeeded in advancing?" Finally, he couldn't help but ask.

"That's right, I just succeeded in advancing. I originally planned to find the 'cute killer Hogg' unlucky and take revenge. Who would have thought that you would preempt him."

Regardless of whether it was hot or not, Horat took a sip of the dark blue liquid in the glass, then added a little more sugar, and continued:
"Then I planned to find the white dragon wandering in the dark sky, but just as I set off, I received a message from Twilight Town, saying that the white dragon was killed by you again, let me contact you immediately."

"Is it a perfect advancement?" Thorne ignored the slightly resentful eyes of the other party and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Perfect fart!" Hollat ​​drank the coffee in the cup, smacking his lips so bitterly, he unconsciously touched the pipe in his pocket, thought for a while, and then took it away When he came back, he said depressedly:

"According to the method given to me by Master Deadwood, I have persisted for three years, but unfortunately the progress is too slow. No, I was almost killed by that damn jackal man recently, so I gave up. As long as I keep this progress It's not that there is no chance to advance to the Legend of Destiny.

Fortunately, even if I don't have a perfect advancement, I still have obtained the core ability of the rogue, "Shadow Mastery", based on the progress of this task. "

"Then congratulations." Thorne was silent for a while, and threw a word at Horat perfunctorily.

Then, he subconsciously looked at the progress of his task:
Heart of the Ranger: Progress 95%
The Way of the Swordsman: Progress 50%
Looking at the volatile data, Thorne couldn't help but sighed, and looked out the window at the endless crowd.

In fact, this is his data half a year ago, and there has been no progress until now.

That is to say, now he is a bit confused about the path of perfect advancement, feeling like he can't find his way.

"You don't need to guess, I know, you are still persisting." Noticing the ranger's expression, Horat smiled secretly, and then comforted him solemnly:
"Actually, this perfect advancement really depends on talent. There are only three players in our entire Emerald Field. Just like Gehao with a mocking face, his perfect advancement is like a fucking drink As simple as water, what can you do.

As for Deadwood Master and his apprentice, although they don't have this talent, they have already honed their minds for decades when they entered the game. To advance to the hero level, as long as you find the right direction, it will come naturally.

So, it's normal that you can't complete the perfect advancement.We all know that it's not that you don't work hard, but that your talent is really bad. "

"Why... why do your comforting words sound so harsh." Thorne looked at Horat's dark smiling face, feeling the urge to punch him.

"Just kidding, in fact, Master Deadwood also said that sometimes things like state of mind are all about a chance, as long as your chance comes, it will naturally be resolved."

Noticing the ranger's unfriendly eyes, Horat shrank his eyes in fright, and immediately changed another expression and said:
"However, I don't plan to leave this peninsula, so I'm doomed to find this so-called opportunity very difficult for me, so I gave up because I didn't want to waste time."

"Then do you know that some people have a completion rate of less than 50% when they are advanced to the extraordinary level, and the completion rate of the advanced hero level is also below 50%. The end result is that his system disappeared directly." Thorne After pondering for a while, he looked at Horat and said seriously.

"Of course I know about this. The disappearance of the system means that he can only rely on the methods of the original residents to improve his strength.

However, for someone like me who has completed more than 90% of the two times, I don't have such concerns at all. There is nothing to worry about. It is nothing more than not being able to obtain other special abilities. "

Horat waved his hand not very concerned, then looked around vigilantly, looked at the ranger opposite and deliberately lowered his voice:

"I heard from Master Deadwood. Based on the many aborigine professionals he has seen, he infers a conclusion: among the aborigines, there are also very few professionals who can improve their strength so perfectly. So, this thing is also Nothing to fret over."

"The master Qingchen you mentioned has also told me about it." Thorne tapped the table lightly, while thinking about the little abacus in his heart, and finally said with a firm expression: "But I still want to try it." , just like when I insisted on being perfect and extraordinary.”

"It's up to you. You can only decide on matters related to your own strength. I'm just worried that your work will be in vain in the end." Seeing Thorne's insistence, for some reason, Horat suddenly I regretted my abrupt decision a bit.

"Don't mention this." Thorne diverted his attention and returned to the topic: "Who wants the body of the white dragon."

"Who else is there, those wizards who are fighting all day to kill people, they want to use the heart of the real dragon to do a special magic research." Horat said truthfully.

"The corpse has already been sent to Pushang Town by me. After the meeting, you can pick it up with me. As for the price...you can talk to the old housekeeper directly. He is good at this aspect."

Thorn thought about it, and found that the white dragon heart in his youth was of no use to him, so he simply sold him a favor.

"I know, with your words, I'm relieved. As for the price, I can do whatever I want." Seeing that his friend agreed so readily, Horat heaved a sigh of relief.

"By the way, we were called here suddenly. Is there something big going to happen? It's so exciting." Thorn remembered his real purpose of coming here.

Today's Emerald Field and Yuanshan Town have become six small towns.

Although the hobgoblin war was victorious, the alliance of lords did not disband because of this, but became more and more solid. Every three months, they would gather together to discuss the future development direction of the alliance.

What puzzled him was that it had only been more than a month since the end of the last meeting, and he suddenly called everyone together, which made him wonder what happened.

"The lizardmen and bully frogmen in the bottomless swamp have been defeated by our three towns and driven to the deepest part of the swamp. The last threat in the Emerald Field is gone, so they decided to jointly build a city." Horat looked serious and serious the way.

(End of this chapter)