Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 486 Swordsinger

Although Thorne can recognize the origin of the other party in an instant with his extraordinary memory.But this elven swordsman obviously didn't have such a good memory to recognize that he had a relationship with him once.

After all, when he went to the Barren Skull Mountains to participate in Mara's hunting ceremony, he only met once in the small mountain village where they lived, and he never even said a word.

Naturally, the other party would not have much impression of him, a ranger wandering in the wilderness.

The elven swordsman was wearing a light and flexible mithril armor. Thorne also noticed that under the moonlight, his armor was emitting a strange magical aura. Intertwined and twisted runes emerged on the surface of the armor, more like some A protective spell for the body.

His pointed ears, neatly combed long golden hair, and a pair of golden eyes are telling him that the other party's elven blood comes from the group of high elves with eyes on the top of their heads.

In the long history, pure-blooded high elves have long been rare in this continent. They basically live in seclusion on the remote islands to the west of the northern wilderness, ignoring worldly affairs.

Although the high elves are notoriously arrogant and self-righteous.

But Thorne could see that the other party did not show or show any pride. His thin cheeks were so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his eyes looked at him coldly, with a trace of hostility.

Then, he noticed the corolla painted on the elven armor: against a lavender background, a pattern of a coniferous leaf and a long sword striking each other, below which was dotted with noble emblems symbolizing bodyguards.

This is the family emblem of the lord of Shuangta Town, and the embellishment under the emblem also shows the other party's extraordinary identity.

At this point, he finally understood that the elves were coming for him and Gilt.

The indifferent elven swordsman didn't give him any chance to speak. The moment the elven rune longsword was unsheathed in his hand, a hazy singing voice vaguely appeared on the street outside the tavern.

When the hazy singing sounded, Thorne found that the other party's tightly pursed lips were moving slightly, as if a wizard was chanting a spell.

Obviously, this hazy singing sound was uttered by him, most likely it was some kind of sword song.

Could it be the sword dancer of the dark maiden Eilistraee?
When mentioning Sword Song, the first thing Thorn thought of was this profession that he had a deep impression on in the Underdark.

Then he shook his head and dispelled the disturbing singing, thinking it was impossible.

The sword dancer is the exclusive priest of the dark girl Eilistraee, and one of the strict requirements is that she must be a woman.

That is the Swordsinger.

Thorne took a deep look at the other party and judged the other party's advanced occupation.

Swordsinger.

In official terms, it is an elf wizard who inherits sword fighting skills based on arcane magic.

They can perfectly integrate art, magic and swords, and their graceful melodies and exquisite tactics are extremely charming, making it difficult for the enemy to notice the concealed sharpness and lethality.

To put it simply, they mainly use a series of complex and elegant martial arts to attack the enemy in battle.Then use the beautiful singing voice to assist spellcasting, so that they can continuously launch gorgeous sword skills and attack, and at the same time continuously cast spell assistance and protection.

And the sword song that is playing now is one of the core abilities of the swordsinger: the song of obscurity.

A special ability combined with illusion spells and singing, which can interfere with the enemy's attack and facilitate a more powerful fatal blow.

If you encounter someone who is not determined, you will even stay on the spot.

Just like the bard Geert beside him, he is obviously a poet who is good at playing, but he is directly fascinated by the rhythm brought by the other party's simple and hazy songs.

That fascinated expression seemed to be silent in something beautiful, so Thorne couldn't help but want to kick him.

In the end, he still couldn't hold back, and kicked the embarrassing poet beside him lightly, and his body hit the wall of the tavern because of this, and he recovered from the intense pain.

The tavern owner just came out and quickly helped the grinning poet up.

Thorne touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, concentrating on meeting the long rune sword that was thrown out by the opponent in an instant and pierced through the air.

It can be seen from the opponent throwing the long sword at him without any scruples that the elf swordsman held an exclusive long sword with a contract.

A contract weapon is supposed to be a powerful magic item. After leaving its owner, it will automatically return to its owner when it is summoned.

Moreover, after the contract weapon is destroyed, the swordsinger can also reshape the fragments through meditation to restore the weapon.

"Zheng!"

Thorne drew his sword extremely fast. The moment the long sword pierced through the air, a sharp sword emitting bright white flames instantly knocked it out.

With a collision, the elf swordsman's magic sword floated in mid-air, trembling and moaning like pain, and returned to the master's hand again.

——"Lightning traction!"

At the same time, at the moment when the long sword returned, a whip-shaped lightning energy burst into a dazzling dark blue light in the street under the night, and shot out from the elf swordsman's left hand, like a streamer at an extremely fast speed Swinging and twisting, it struck Thorne.

The dark blue lightning was like a bright candle that was suddenly lit in the dark, attracting many pedestrians and guests in the tavern who came to watch the excitement like moths.

The originally deserted streets gradually began to become lively.

These melon-eating crowd seemed to have undergone professional training, spontaneously formed a big circle around the two of them on the street, and kept a fairly long distance very wisely.

It would be more perfect if there is another one pushing a cart and selling popcorn at this time.

"It's really a swordsinger in Twin Towers Town. Come on, this is nothing to watch, and it can be solved with a lightning whip tied up."

An adventurer standing in the front row with his hands crossed and watching the excitement noticed the appearance of the elf swordsman, and said with a disappointed face.

"That's not necessarily true. This ranger just gave Gadley's law enforcement team a hard lesson. Gadley even had two front teeth knocked out. The half-elf's fist-to-flesh appearance is simply not too pleasant. I think I can still fight back and forth against this third-level swordsinger." Another adventurer who just ran out of the tavern answered.

Immediately, everyone looked expectantly at the calm-looking half-elf standing at the entrance of the tavern.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Facing the lightning energy that wanted to bind him, Thorne didn't show a trace of panic. He tightened the desert wind sword in his right hand, and when the lightning energy was approaching, he swung the sword across several rapid sword lights, The lightning whip formed by magic was easily cracked by him and dissipated into the invisible.

The spectators noticed such a clean attack by Ranger, and their surprised eyes flicked to Thorne frequently.

Only a few people with good strength saw how the half-elf dealt with the lightning whip. They looked at Thorne, and secretly sighed in their hearts how fast the other party swung the sword.

The elf swordsman was just surprised, but he didn't intend to stop the movement in his hands. He took this opportunity, murmured a few spell syllables, and rushed to Thorne in an instant.

——"Thunderbolt Sword!"

Accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, the magic long sword in the elf's hand that was stabbing at the ranger showed crackling dark purple arcs.

"clang!"

Thorne swung his sword with one hand to meet the opponent's attack, and the deep purple arc was successfully offset by the flames that erupted from the sword.

Surprisingly, the thunderous bang made his head go numb, so that the movements of his hands slowed down a bit.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Immediately afterwards, the elf swordsman's magnificent sword skills combined with the light and gentle sword song rushed towards him like a tidal wave, launching continuous attacks towards him without stopping.

Although Thorn suffered a dark loss in the first confrontation between the two sides, his three-year practice has brought his sword skills to the level of a master swordsman at an extremely fast speed.

Facing this elf who needs to practice magic and sharpen sword skills at the same time, he is still able to deal with it with ease.

Moreover, he only drew one sword, as if he only used half of his strength.

If his two sharp swords were unsheathed at the same time, Thorne was confident that he could push the opponent back within a few seconds.

After all, with the Legendary Bracers, not only has his "Double Skillful Hands" expertise been upgraded to the proficient level, but his shooting speed has also been greatly enhanced.

The reason why he did this was simply to experience the strength and professional characteristics of a special advanced professional swordsinger.

A lot of knowledge does not mean that you only need to know it in books.

Relatively speaking, the effect of personal experience is more significant.

Because Thorn believes that fighting against various professionals is also a kind of practice.

The elven swordsman, who had failed in several rounds of attacks, quickly noticed the ease and freehand look of the ranger swinging his sword.

It looked like he was not fighting him, but playing with him.

So the elf swordsman frowned slightly, and murmured a few syllables again.

——"Blazing Slash!"

Accompanied by the brisk singing, a fiery dark flame instantly rose from the magic long sword he attacked Thorne, illuminating the dark street and turning red the surprised faces of a group of melon eaters.

The blazing flames, engulfed by the long sword, rushed towards the opponent like a fire dragon.

——"Flame Slash!"

Seeing the raging flames, Thorn's reddened face remained unchanged. He swung the Desert Wind Sword in his hand and activated the ability to inherit ancient characteristics.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

There was a violent collision, and the roaring dark flames intertwined with the flames of the elven swordsmen, making the street under the night more red.

Looking around, this bustling street seems to be holding a large bonfire party, and the ranger and elf swordsman are undoubtedly a huge bonfire burning in the party.

——"Steel Soul School (Strike Skill): Soul Breaking Sword!"

In the bright firelight, Thorn's figure flushed red suddenly appeared in front of the elf swordsman, a white-sharp sword exuding a bright white light intertwined with a milky white silk thread that looked like substance, stabbing at his head suddenly.

"clang!"

The elf swordsman looked shocked, and quickly swung his sword to block it.

The sharp blade collided with fleeting sparks, but the milky white threads on Thorne's blade were all entwined towards the elf swordsman's head.

This weird silk thread seemed to contain some kind of special power. The moment it approached the elf swordsman's forehead, he felt a pain as if his soul had been stabbed, and he almost fainted.

——"The blade explodes!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the elf swordsman endured the pain and uttered a powerful spell at an extremely fast speed.

In the accompaniment of the light song, a circle of stationary translucent sharp blades appeared in front of the elf swordsman in an instant, surrounding him.Under the bright moonlight, there was a gloomy chill.Then all the blades spun wildly at an extremely fast speed like a storm.

Sensing the crisis, Thorn withdrew his sharp sword, jumped, and exited the attack range of the elf swordsman ahead of time, avoiding the attack range of the translucent blade.

"burst!"

Immediately afterwards, the elven swordsman, whose face was slightly distorted due to the stabbing pain in his head, swung his magic sword, pointed at Thorn who was backing away, and gave a low drink.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Under the control of the elven swordsman, the crazily spinning translucent blade rushed towards Thorne, and the people watching the excitement standing behind him did not know who was the first to let out an exclamation, as if they were ordered, they all rushed away scattered.

Facing the translucent sword blade that came rushing like a torrential rain, Thorne just stood holding the sword, without any intention of dodging.

A perfect way to deal with intensive attacks quickly appeared in his mind, and finally he chose to fight head-on, in order to test the attack expertise he had mastered through his own hard work.

"Zheng!"

Just like that, when the blade was about to approach, the motionless ranger pulled out another steel soul sword emitting pale blue light.

——"Whirlwind attack!"

The two sharp swords danced an airtight sword net in an instant, forming an invisible sword wind. The bitter sword wind quickly spread to the surroundings, and all the translucent sword blades were hit by him and dissipated into the invisible .

—— "Cuiyan beheaded!"

The elf swordsman took advantage of the ranger's gap to block the blade, and the magic long sword in his hand emitted green flames. The terrifying turquoise flame danced on the blade, as if to ignite the air, and even the void of night appeared slightly distortion phenomenon.

"There are two brushes. This should be an attack skill that can only be mastered by swordsingers above the third level."

Thorn's relaxed expression finally became serious, because he could clearly feel the threat of the flames. If he was accidentally hit by this green flame, he would be seriously injured even if he survived.

This is the elemental fire from the Feywild.

If you are ignited by this turquoise flame, if you don't extinguish it in time, it will be like being entangled in a magical plague. Your own blood and flesh will become fuel for the flame to burn, and there will be no signs of exhaustion at all, but it will burn more and more. Prosperous until it spreads all over the body, leaving no slag left.

With the help of the green firelight, Thorne discovered that the pair of golden eyes of the elf swordsman also became a bit dim with the casting of the move.

Obviously, this kind of move of guiding the goblin wilderness fire is very exhausting.

Looking at the green flames flickering in the night, some well-informed adventurers immediately recognized the spell cast by the elven swordsman, and then hurriedly pulled away, worrying about the consequences if they were accidentally splashed by sparks.

Finally, there was a trace of confusion in the crowd watching. Most people looked at the half-elf standing with swords in both hands from a distance, wondering how he could resist this attack.

- "Dimensional step!"

With the power of the mysterious runes erupting from the soles of the elf swordsman's feet, he instantly approached behind Thorne, and the magic long sword surrounded by green flames sprayed out flames, tore through the air, and pierced straight into the back.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Spreading the Karmic Fire!"

Thorn's eyes narrowed slightly, and dancing blue flames appeared on the double swords in his hands.

As he turned sharply to fight back, the blue fire of karma spread from the two sharp swords in his hand towards the elf swordsman's magic sword.

"clang!"

The blue flame surrounded by two sharp swords meets the magic long sword sprayed with green flame.

Thorn noticed that the green flame was also spreading to his body, and understood that the consequences of the fight would definitely be a lose-lose situation for both sides.

So he slammed the magic long sword flying with his sword, and swung the other sword backhand like lightning. The steel soul sword surrounded by blue karmic fire stabbed the elf swordsman's shoulder with a 'chi' sound, like a maggot. The bone's blue flame covered his whole body.

In an instant, the collision was over.

Thorne jumped away, quickly extinguished the wisps of emerald flames stained on his sleeves, and stared coldly at the elf swordsman who was spreading all over his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the fifth-level move of the Desert Wind School. Its function is similar to the green flame of the elf swordsman. It is a kind of karmic flame that can continue to burn.

If the two are put together and compared, it is difficult to see which is stronger and which is weaker.

The flames of the swordsinger mainly burn flesh and blood, while the flames he casts damage the soul, just like the fifth-level move of the Steel Soul School "Soul Breaking Sword" he casts.

In three years, although he couldn't improve his level, he used the overflowing experience points and practice points to make up almost all the crucial moves of the four schools.

Seeing the elf swordsman who was starting to lose his hold in the flames, Thorn waved his hand.

In the dim night, the blue flames dancing on the elf's body all disappeared without a trace.

The elf who emerged from the flames was half-kneeling on the ground. His body was not burned, but his face was as pale as paper, and beads of bean-sized sweat kept dripping like rain.

I saw him covering the wound on his shoulder with one hand and trying to stand up with the sword in the other, but found that he couldn't use any strength.

It can be seen from this that his soul was severely damaged by the blue karma, and it would take at least a whole day of recuperation to recover.

After a while, a pretty witch in a gray robe arrived late. She quickly pushed away the crowd, walked up to the elf swordsman, and helped him up.

"It's her? It seems that the small hermit village in the Wild Skull Mountains has not been destroyed by Mara believers." Seeing the appearance of the witch, Thorne couldn't help but recall the female player who lived in the small village that night.

"It's you?" The sorceress who helped the elven swordsman up looked at Thorne, frowning and thinking, her tone a little uncertain.

"That's right." Thorne nodded slightly, confirming the other party's conjecture.

After finishing speaking, he gestured to the bard Geert on the side with his eyes, ready to leave.

He didn't notice that the elf swordsman who was supported by the female wizard at the side changed his expression suddenly after hearing Thorne's confirmation, and immediately pulled out the magic long sword that had just been scabbard, and looked at him angrily. It looked like there was some deep hatred.

He was about to speak, but was glared at by the beautiful eyes of the female wizard, as if a mouse saw a cat and swallowed it all at once.

Seeing that her companion stopped making trouble, the witch hesitated, and stopped Thorne again: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Thorne asked curiously.

He found that the behavior of these two people suddenly became very strange, and he vaguely felt that there was something related to him.

"Do you still remember the old village chief that night?" The witch took a deep breath, calmed down her ups and downs, looked at the ranger with a calm expression, and said slowly.

"Of course I remember." Thorne nodded.

In fact, in the small village in the Huangshou Mountains, the old village head impressed him the most. He always felt that this old guy was as unfathomable as the old man who taught him the Nine Swords.

"He said a word before he died. If he meets you, let me pass a message to you: His identity is... astral clairvoyant, ferryman, Winster, and he asked me to give it to you..."

The sorcerer spoke solemnly to Thorne using the spell transmission that only two people could hear.

"Dying? Astral Insight? Winster?"

Thorne was moved when he heard the news, interrupted her voice transmission directly, and retorted: "This is impossible. He was in the extremely cold place in the Northland, how could he die in the Barren Skull Mountain Range."

One of his missions this time was to go to the extremely cold place and deliver something to the seer named Winster. This was the oracle that Martha conveyed to Anderina.

Now, the other party told himself that this guy was dead long ago, which made him a little unbelievable.

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(End of this chapter)