Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 473 The Shameful Bard

"Dragon? Impossible." Thorn looked moved, but looked at Gilt with suspicion.

What a joke.

If there really was a giant dragon doing evil in the Silent Forest, the Tower Spirit of the Wizard Tower had already reported it to him, and he would definitely be the first to know about it.

Just like the young white dragon killed by him, Ta Ling helped him lock the position before he went to do it.Otherwise, it would be impossible to easily find the white dragon in the Great Sword Mark Mountain Range.

As for the green dragon, since the fight with the red copper dragon in the shadow moon inner sea three years ago, this guy has been watched by the nightingale walker in the emerald garden.

It is impossible for the other party to come out of the hole so arrogantly to make trouble at this time, hiding in the lair and relying on the inherent advantages may not be afraid of anyone, if they dare to run out, it is purely courting death.

The half-elf druid whose strength has reached the legendary level will definitely arrange him clearly.

"My lord, let me tell the story." An old driver who had talked with Thorne before took the initiative to come over. He obviously saw the other party's skill just now, so that his tone of speech became more respectful than before:
"Because there was a cruel man-eating monster nearby. A knight rode by late last night and was thrown on the head by the monster. I heard that it twisted off the knight's head and helmet, and ripped the horse open. The beast was so ferocious that it made rivers of blood flow on the road..."

"What kind of monster." Thorne leaned against the smelly carriage and glanced at Gilt. He found that these people's words were not on point, and they always liked to talk, which made him very speechless.

So he directly interrupted the old coachman who seemed to be in the scene and depicted the monster vividly, and asked the question he was most concerned about right now: "Is it really a dragon?"

Although he had already guessed that it was not a real dragon, he had to make a final confirmation before rest assured.

"Of course it's a dragon." Gilt moved closer to Thorne, and replied with a smile: "But it's not a real dragon, but a sub-dragon, what's it called?... Oh! I remembered, it's called a crouching dragon beast .”

"That's right, that's right, it's the Fulong Beast." The old coachman wearing a straw hat glared at the bard who was standing in front of him and made him unable to perform enthusiastically, and pushed his emaciated body aside brutally, and continued:
"Its little wings can fly, and its body is frighteningly large. Its body size can be as large as four third-rate bards."

The old coachman pointed at the thin poet's figure, and his saliva splashed on the poet's brand-new jacket. He didn't care about the vicious eyes of the other party, and said:

"And it's very cruel. We thought it would kill the knight and fly away, but it didn't! The son of a bitch sat down in the middle of the road, howling and screaming! Showing his sharp fangs... So This trade route is like a third-rate bard with a tavern whore's underpants stuffed in his throat, no one can get through it."

"You old bastard, didn't I just touch your precious daughter's little ass half a year ago? There's no need to hold grudges like this."

The humiliated bard finally couldn't bear it any longer. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he immediately grabbed a rein from the carriage and pulled it towards the old coachman's straw hat.

"You're so damn shameless, you nasty bard."

However, the old man seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He flexibly bent over to avoid it, and snatched the rein.

Due to the inertia of the reins, the bard staggered and almost fell on a pile of warm horse dung.

"It's a shame." Thorne looked at the other party who couldn't even handle an old native resident, so he couldn't help complaining. He really couldn't bear to watch it any longer. This was a shame to their players.

"No!" At this time, while the two were fighting together, a little boy with a runny nose appeared out of nowhere, and he retorted in crisp words: "That's not how the crouching dragon is called."

The little boy sniffed, stretched out his little hand to Thorn and put it on his head, and with his immature voice, he opened his teeth and claws in an irregular imitation of the Fulong beast, raised his little head and looked at the sky: " It cries like this: Roar! Roar!"

Thorne looked at the little boy who was learning well, and in his dissatisfied little eyes, he rubbed his little head like a small animal, and then asked questions: "The adventurers wandering around and Are the caravan guards left unattended? Just watch like this?"

"How could no one care about it." After the battle, Gilt gently pushed away the little slug who was pulling his jacket and begging him to continue painting, and said:

"When the first caravan discovered the Drake, it wasn't long before—the time it took for a skilled man to undo a woman's corset—that the caravan's two dwarves and four human guards were set to serve as the famous The dragon slaying warriors rushed up with steps that no relatives would recognize."

"As a result, the monster sprayed it with a mouthful of poisonous gas. The two dwarves who charged the fastest seemed to have cramps all over their bodies. They lay on the ground, howling and twitching non-stop. It looked like the guy below was spraying something after finishing the work. It looked like it. Then it was torn to pieces by the sharp fangs of the Fulong Beast. After seeing it, the rest of the people ran very fast. You are..."

Before the bard Gilt finished speaking, he was entangled by the little slug again.

The old coachman took advantage of the moment when the poet stared at the little slug, and quickly picked up the conversation, describing Thorne vividly:
"These cowards ran away screaming and screaming before they could see what the Fulong Beast looked like. I heard that one of them even peed his pants in fright. It was a shame."

"I know the boy who peed his pants. He is from our village. His wife is the crazy daughter of a lumberjack. When Shuangta Town was ravaged by a group of animal ogres from the Huangkuan Mountains, he was killed by a group of Shuangta who fled here. The town soldier got pregnant, and then there was that poor little guy." Another old coachman finally answered:
"Fortunately, he ran fast enough, otherwise I would have built a small but extremely beautiful tomb for him, and then carved a line..."

"fart!"

The driver in the straw hat angrily interrupted his colleague, and he spat excitedly.

The glob of spittle almost flew to the brim of the bard's hat, but he was smoothing his new jacket, which was ripped from the fight and the little slug, and didn't notice that he almost got hit by no reason, otherwise his jacket Add a few more folds.

And the little slug next to him, who begged to no avail, inadvertently ran up to Thorne again.

"You're the one who farts! Didn't I say that? Didn't that crazy bitch get pregnant by those whores in Shuangta Town?" The old driver's expression was also very excited, and he blushed. Rough forcefully argued.

"The ogre disaster in the Wild Skull Mountains happened more than 50 years ago. That's the little guy's grandma."

Looking at the two unreliable old coachmen who got off topic again, they were rolling up their sleeves and quarreling with spit and spittle. Thorne knew that if he asked them, he probably wouldn't be able to find any useful information, so he might as well go ahead and have a look.

When he was about to leave, he found this little boy with a runny nose trotting up to him, a pair of small blue eyes staring straight at the weapon hanging on his waist.

"Are you a knight too?" The boy looked at him innocently, sniffing his nose.

"No." Thorn replied with a smile.

For some reason, seeing the little guy's appearance, his mood suddenly became lighter.

"But you also have a sword! My father is a knight of the White Rose Knights. He also has a sword, and it is bigger and wider than yours. You must not be my father's opponent. He is very powerful!" The little boy Sucking his nose, he proudly showed off to Thorne.

"How could I possibly be your father's opponent? He's a knight." Thorne let out a laugh and reached out to touch the little boy's head. Although he frowned and tried to dodge, how could he escape his attack? .

Afterwards, Thorn was about to leave.

"A kid with a runny nose, the milk on his face is not dry, don't pay attention to him. Go, go! Go home and get milk."

The bard finally smoothed out his brand new pale green jacket, hugged his harp, moved up to the ranger, walked side by side, and shooed the little boy away like a fly.

"It's just a child, what are you doing with his general knowledge?" Thorne glanced at him, thought for a while, and asked again: "Isn't there an adventure group formed by our players wandering around here? Why is it already noon, and even a Fulong Even beasts can't handle it."

As the business route of Tranquil Forest became safer, the caravan guards gradually declined, but if so many people couldn't even deal with a crouching dragon beast, it would be unreasonable.

"Of course I've looked for it, it's like this." The little boy trotted after Thorn and the two, wiped away the snot that couldn't be sucked with his sleeve, and said, "The steward of the Moonstone Chamber of Commerce united with several small caravans Adventurers who happened to be wandering nearby were invited to deal with the Drake.

The leader of the adventure group carried a big sword on his shoulders, but without my father's knight sword master, he was definitely no match for my father. He told the chamber of commerce manager that his name was Galen.

The manager of the Chamber of Commerce said that no matter what your name is, as long as you can work quickly, he also pointed out the location of Fulong Beast.The adventurer glanced at it, and said something strange to his companion. He said that it was a ridiculously large crouching dragon beast, with a challenge level of at least level 8, and it was difficult to avoid the breath attack.He also told the head of the Chamber of Commerce that as long as he paid 500 gold coins, they would kill it immediately. "

"500 gold coins?" the bard Gilt asked in surprise, "Is he crazy? Or are you bragging on purpose?"

After the poet finished speaking, he waved the harp in his arms, pretending to hit him on the forehead.

The little boy hid behind Thorne in fright, poked his head out, wiped his nose with the ranger's cloak, and continued:

"The manager of the Chamber of Commerce also said the same thing, but the words are better. The adventurer named Galen said that the price of killing the dragon beast is the same, and it is the same everywhere. He also said that the dragon beast that is a bit ridiculous will be on the way Stay until the demons of the abyss come.

Who did the chamber of commerce manager say you were scaring?He wouldn't pay so much, he could wait for the crouching dragon beast to fly away.The adventurer said it was impossible, because it was hungry and cruel, and even if it flew away, it would come back soon, because this was its hunting territory.

Moreover, the knight killed last night was wearing armor, and it was very difficult to eat the meat, because the Volcano is not as good at taking off other people's clothes as those third-rate bards in the tavern. It takes a long time to eat, and it must eat slowly. Eat slowly and carefully to eat all the meat.

So a few businessmen came out, haggling with the adventurers, saying that they would find someone to chip in, and pay them 300 gold coins first, let them deal with the dragon beast blocking the way first, and wait for the rest in Shuangta Town Pay again.

The adventurer named Galen spoke very badly. He carried a big sword and said to the manager of the chamber of commerce, fuck you, that's a crouching dragon beast.Tell them to use the saved money to wipe their asses, I won't take my brothers through life and death for this little money. "

The little boy imitated the adventurer's tone of voice, which made Thorn laugh.

"And then?" Another listener, Gilt, obviously also raised curiosity: "Go on."

"Don't interrupt, of course I will continue, I will not shut up at the critical moment." The little boy sniffed hard, proudly raised his chest to the poet, and continued:

"Listen well, and then the head of the Chamber of Commerce also started to swear and get angry. His words were worse than that adventurer named Galen. He said hell, aren't adventurers born to be born to die? Adventurers are born Isn't that what it's for? Like ass is made to shit.

But I could see that those merchants were afraid that the adventurers would leave in a fit of anger, so they said they were only willing to pay 450 gold coins, so the adventurer named Galen directly carried the long sword on his shoulder and led his two friends, head Without looking back, he got into the bushes and left in the direction of Pushang Town.

The head of the chamber of commerce stomped his feet in anger, kept making vicious curse gestures behind the three people, and even spat on the ground. He really didn't understand why there were such adventurers who were greedy for life and afraid of death, and then started cursing again. The people of Upper Falls and the rangers of the Temple of Merikki failed to clean up the monsters.

In the end, these merchants have raised the price to 600 gold coins, but no one is willing to sell.A few adventurers who rushed over just took a look and said that the crouching dragon beast was too big to beat.That chamber of commerce manager is about to collapse..."

As he was talking, the little boy suddenly realized that at some point, the half-elf with the double swords had disappeared, so he looked up at the third-rate bard in front of him and said, "Dirty poet, where is your half-elf friend?"

As soon as the words were finished, he found a shout from the woods in front of the team, and the drivers jumped into the car one after another, cursing and raising their whips at the cows and horses, and the team began to move forward slowly.

Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to see the disappearing half-elf walking in front of the third-rate bard with a money bag.

Then, the little ghost with a runny nose was about to catch up and ask, when he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his ear.

"Damn it! You little troublemaker, why do you always like to run around! Do you know how long I've been looking for you?..."

The gorgeously dressed lady grabbed her son's little ears, swearing like a shrew, and walked towards a slow-moving carriage.

"Hey, where are you going?" the bard Gilt caught up with Thorne and asked.

"Go to Shuangta Town, and then turn to Deep Rock City." Thorne replied without thinking.

This is the itinerary he has already decided.

Go to Deep Rock City first, return the Holy Emblem and the Ring of the Paladin to the Temple of Ilmater, and take this opportunity to ask them to perform sacred enchantment on your Steel Soul Sword.

Then he went to the wilderness of the North to look for the Rest of Gwailon in the ruins of the town of Three Wild Boars, the god of tracking. He believed that there must be a way for the ranger to be found.

After all, Gwaeron Storm is the patron saint of rangers in the North.

Then there is the Bow Monastery in the Lost Star Mountains and the extremely cold place in the northernmost part of the wasteland.

"Just on the way, I'm going to Shuangta Town." Hearing this, the bard smiled and smiled.

"What are you doing in Shuangta Town?" Thorne asked curiously.

This guy has been traveling in this world for five years, and he is still a level 1 bard. His skills are all focused on poetry and creation. It is a miracle that he can survive until now.

"You know my profession. I am a poet, and I was born to create poetry." The poet holding the harp plucked the strings, and his expression suddenly became serious:
"Not long ago, I accidentally heard a beautiful legend about the love between an elf and a lich, and the two protagonists of the legend are in Twin Towers Town, which used to be Dawn Town. So, I wanted to go and see if I could Some material related to it can be collected.”

It's Winster and Tijie.Thorne was taken aback, thinking to himself,

He remembered a legend about elves that Andrina once told him, and the target this time would also have a little overlap with the ferryman Winster in the Astral Insight.

(End of this chapter)