Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 472

The morning light slowly opened the curtain, everything was quiet, and there was a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon, carefully infiltrating the light blue sky.

The moist wind swept gently, caressed everything slightly, and left quietly.

Pale daylight also occupies every corner, painting the wilderness with a layer of dreamy color.

From the moment the morning light emerged, Thorn woke up from his deep sleep,
He glanced at Anderina, who was still sleeping next to her. Her charming face still had the blush from last night's joy, and her expression looked satisfied, tired and lazy. She still seemed to be sleeping soundly and deeply. .

Thorne got up slowly, covering her beautiful spring with the soft silk quilt, then leaned over and kissed the sorceress' side face, then packed up her equipment and left quietly, even though he knew she was actually I'm pretending to sleep.

He left Upper Falls and walked on a flat trade road through the bushes toward the Forest of Silence cast by the morning light.

A flock of crows flew across the avenue, quacking, flying to Emerald Fields, to Upper Falls, to Keepwatch and the Great Swordscar Mountains.

Thorne was walking in the dense jungle, feeling the vague mist around him, and the cheerful birdsong in the forest. His slightly reluctant and sad heart was gradually hidden deep in his heart, and he regained his former composure. with calm.

Near noon, Thorn, who was halfway through the journey, appeared on a flat forest business road.

He found that the place was crowded with cars, and his walking speed involuntarily slowed down, and he walked over curiously to check.

It seems that something unexpected happened in front of the trade road leading to Shuangta Town, so that all the caravans and carriages were blocked here, unable to move at all.

The woods, filled with fresh air, are filled with the noise of crowds, the impatient grunting of livestock, and the stench of all kinds of excrement.

Thorne glanced at the muddy woodland and thick undergrowth that flanked the road.

Although he could easily leap through the forest and bypass the obstacles in front of him, driven by curiosity, he couldn't help but climb up.

"What happened ahead?" Thorn came to the last truck and asked the two drivers.

He smelled the salty smell of sea fish, and guessed that this truck should come from a coastal sunset fishing village in the southeast of the Forest of Tranquility.

The original residents there mainly make a living by fishing. Since the hobgoblins were driven away, they often haul truckloads of dried salted fish or fresh live fish to Fallstown Town for sale.

Thorne found that the two human drivers were about five or sixty years old.

One of them was dozing, and the other was chewing a straw, whether he was hungry or just passing the time.

Seeing that the two ignored him, he raised his voice and continued, "Has anyone been attacked? Could it be hobgoblin bandits?"

Although the Forest of Tranquility is also full of various evil humanoid creatures and ferocious beasts, this forest is not very far from Falls Town, and there is a trade route leading to Seput City.
Therefore, under the protection of various adventurers, caravan guards, and rangers who often patrol the Temple of Melikai, this vital trade route is hardly seen intruding beasts and monsters.

Unless occasionally there are some powerful beasts with poor brains, or hobgoblins and bear goblin bandits hiding in the deep forest.

The dozing old driver woke up, moved his jaw, reprimanded the restless mules, and whipped their buttocks with the rein.

Another old man who was chewing straw also came alive. He lifted his straw hat to reveal his eyes, turned the straw to the other corner of his mouth, and looked at Thorne in front of him.

The old man looked at the half-elf in a black cloak, glanced at the sheathed sword hanging at his waist with his cloudy eyes, a look of awe flashed across his eyes, and said in a slightly respectful tone as he was well-informed:

"My lord, this road has been blocked from dawn to now. Although you are very anxious, you can only wait here patiently."

"The road is closed? Why..." Thorne was about to continue asking, when he suddenly found a thin half-elf sitting under a thick birch tree not far away.

With one hand, he was carefully stroking the tone of the harp in his arms, and with the other hand, he was drawing a picture on the wet soil with a branch. The picture was a woman, with rich details and an unusual and realistic angle.

Sitting next to the half-elf was a little boy who was sniffling snot. While pushing the little fur cap on his head, he looked at the woman painted on the ground with big eyes as blue as the sky.

The little slug opened its mouth wide in surprise, and the space between the deciduous teeth was astonishingly large.

"Little green-haired idiot!" Suddenly, a gorgeously dressed lady came under the birch tree. She shouted, reached out and grabbed her son by the collar of the wolf fur cloak, and dragged him away like a shrew. Swearing at the half-elf who drew the picture:

"Come with me now! How many times have I told you, don't start talking to scumbags passing by. This lowly third-rate bard will get you out of here, and look at the disgusting things he's drawing. "

After finishing speaking, she couldn't help but look at the clay painting on the ground again.

"However, his paintings are very interesting. They are bigger than yours, and..."

The little slug innocently stared at the lady's chest, trying to explain something, but was slapped by the shameful and angry mother, and then stepped on the half-elf's just-finished painting, stomping hard as if she couldn't understand her hatred. A few kicks completely ruined the other party's hard work, and finally dragged his son away by force.

The half-elf threw away the branch in his hand, stuck it on the soil, glared at the lady angrily, and was about to open his mouth to spit, when a pair of pale green eyes found a half-elf beside the truck looking at him.

"Thorn! It's such a coincidence that I can meet you here."

The half-elf ignored the shrew, trotted over, and said excitedly, "What a surprise! You were invited here by them, right?"

This person is Gilt, the half-elf bard.

He wore a dark black bowler hat trimmed with a long egret feather, a white shirt and a pale green jacket with the coat of arms of Up Falls embroidered on it: a longbow and a lance. The striking pattern of swords, with a dark blue tower in the background.

Regarding the other party's attire, the first thing Thorne recognized was the black hat and an egret feather painted in a weird purple.

As a bard, the fellow is well known in all the domains of Emerald Fields.

Hotels and taverns were well-known—particularly those with special services—where his obscenities were always heard.

"What happened here?" Thorne asked straight to the point, too lazy to force him.

"Wait a minute!" Gilt stopped Thorne's words with a serious face.

He didn't answer the ranger's question, but stared seriously at his face with a pair of small light green eyes, rubbed his chin with one hand, looked carefully, and nodded from time to time.

"Sunken eye sockets, sloppy steps, dry lips, trembling hands, weak speech...Brother, you are the sequelae of excessive sexual indulgence."

The bard who finally came to a conclusion looked him up and down with a smirk on his face, then deliberately glanced at the direction of the tower, and guessed mischievously, "You stayed in the sorceress's skirt all night, Did you just get out?"

"Clang!"

As soon as the words fell, a pale blue light flashed, tearing the air directly.

"Ah..." A pig-killing scream rang out, attracting the attention of most people, and the little boy with a runny nose took this opportunity to disappear in a flash.

Unscathed, Gilt hurriedly took off the black bowler hat on his head, and stared at the little piece of egret feather with a pained expression on his face.

The long egret feathers were cut into five or six pieces by Jian Guang.

"Go on." Thorn touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and gave it with a look. The bard's resentful gaze finally returned to normal.

However, that look of beating is still hanging on his face, making people want to go up and kick his ass again.

The poet put on his bowler hat again, straightened himself up slowly and methodically, then grabbed his harp, plucked the strings vigorously, and said with a smile:
"I want to know what happened. I can tell you, what version do you want to hear? Classical Chinese version? Or lyrical prose version? Or soul-stirring version? Sorrowful and sad version?"

Thorn regretted provoking this group, he cursed inwardly, and said impatiently: "The normal version is fine."

"Okay! As you wish, listen carefully." Gilt didn't care about the ranger's tone, and responded happily, plucked the beautiful strings, and sang:

"When the goddess Shar spreads the stars, the people of the world should put on the cloak of night. It is a little cold, but the night is still fresh and cool. It was getting late, and a lonely knight came from the west, the last ray The setting sun shone on him, leaving behind a rose-colored halo, and a long figure..."

As he sang, the bard noticed that the ranger's gaze had become unfriendly, and he trembled in fright, and complained stiffly: "Isn't this common? Well, well, I understand, keep it simple, keep it short , Don't use metaphors or rhetoric, and don't use hyperbole.

A knight from Twin Towers passed by here late last night and was killed by a dragon. "

(End of this chapter)