Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 64 Ranger Mark
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The sorceress Andrina tapped slightly with her fingertips, and the dry wood that the troll Trundle placed in front of him quickly burned with a crackling sound.

The bright flames instantly dispelled the darkness and coldness in a corner of the ruins of Yuanshan Town.

Looking at the burning flames, Trundle added a few pieces of dry wood the size of an arm, and immediately took out a clay pot for field cooking from the dimension bag.

Then, like a magic trick, he took out some bits and pieces of dried mushrooms, unknown jerky, hard bread and other foods.

"I asked for these from the players in Yuanshan Town before I left. I'm getting old and my stomach is uncomfortable. I'm not used to eating cold food all the time."

Trundle noticed Thorne's eyes sitting cross-legged not far away, and said with a smile.

Then he took out a sharp knife and slowly chopped a piece of blackened meat into pieces.

"The troll race also has a physique of at least 25 points. A troll with stomach problems sounds interesting, but it is a bit unbelievable." Thorne looked at the troll in surprise and said.

"It works in the heart. When a person has been tortured by illness for decades, he suddenly regains his vitality, and it is difficult to adapt. It is too difficult to easily get out of the shadow of illness."

Trundle threw all the minced meat in his hand into the clay pot, patted his chest lightly and shook his head with a smile.

"So the main reason why you chose the troll race in the first place was because of its racial talent." Thorne showed a hint of bewilderment.

After all, from the player's aesthetic point of view, choosing the troll race does seem unreasonable.

"That's right, although I haven't come out of the shadow of illness, I have never suffered from any disease. In this world, except for missing a certain place occasionally, everything else is pretty good."

Trundle nodded.

"You are the first player I've seen who admits that this world is not bad."

After Thorne finished speaking, he pondered for a while and said, "The wizard has a second-level spell called hinting. I suggest you try it when you have time. It may help you get rid of the shadow of this mental illness."

"Well, it does sound like a good suggestion. Why didn't I think of it? I'm getting older, and my brain is really not working well."

Hearing this, Trundle paused slightly, and a light flashed in his thinking eyes.

"How old are you this year?" Thorne asked tentatively curiously.

After the player group enters the game, no matter how old they are, the created characters will be adjusted to about 20 years old.

So when the game was just open beta, a large number of players pretending to be young appeared, which led to all kinds of unspeakable tragedies.

With the increasing influence of the game, in the game, it is considered a very rude behavior to ask the other party's real age in the real world.

This is true even now, but since Trundle has already called himself an old man, Thorne doesn't think it's a problem if he asks casually.

"Counting one year in this world, I should be 73 years old. I have been a housekeeper in the hostess's house for 40 years. I am an old bone. I still have to accompany you young people to fight and kill in the wilderness."

Trundle smiled at Thorne and said truthfully.

"Housekeeper? What era is this? There is such a job as a housekeeper." Thorn looked at Andelina who was concentrating on reading a book, and said puzzled.

"Wealthy and willful." Anderina put down her book, met Thorn's gaze, and smiled slightly.

"..." Thorne looked at the slightly playful face of the other party, speechless.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed across the hazy sky and slowly fell into the corner where the three of Thorne gathered.

"Master, I have checked everything, and there are no traces of other humanoid activities nearby."

The little devil Simba first glanced at the clay pot that Trundle was working on, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then reported to the sorceress.

"Well, I see. You can continue to guard outside." Anderina nodded and ordered again.

Seeing the little devil disappear from the corner, Thorne immediately raised his long sword and stood up, ready to leave.

Now after the little devil's high-altitude reconnaissance, the corner of this ruin is still safe for the time being.

Then Thorne will go to explore the lich's lair he discovered next.

"Are you going out?" Andrina seemed to have sensed Thorne's intentions, so she raised her head and asked.

"That's right." Thorne didn't deny it.

"Do you need help?" Andrina asked, looking at Thorn's back who was about to leave.

"No, it's getting dark. It's not a very sensible choice for a warlock to wander in the woods."

Thorn shook his head and said, without waiting for the other party to refute, he disappeared into the shadow of the ruins.

Andelina looked a little displeased when she saw Thorn's disappearing figure.

Then he continued to flip through the books in his hands, and after a while, he put his hands on his cheeks and complained softly: "It's too difficult for this Arcanist to find a job."

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The red sun was setting in the west, the twilight was falling in all directions, and the sky gradually dimmed.

A figure shuttled through the dense forest.

This is an almost primeval forest with almost no sign of a road.

The trees in the forest are mainly towering shadow trees.

This kind of tree is named after the dense feather-like leaf clusters on the top. The towering shadow tree can grow more than 0.7 meters per year, and the highest can grow to about 30 meters.

Shingying trees are hard and fibrous, not suitable for carving or building materials, because they will break into figure-eight-shaped fiber fragments under pressure.

But if these fibers are added to papermaking materials, the strength and durability of paper will be greatly enhanced.

And although the wood burns slowly, it is clean, producing a very hot flame with very little smoke, making it ideal for cooking or winter heating.

Although towering shadow trees are relatively common and practical in wet and rainy areas like the Emerald Field, no one dares to cut them down at will.

In Thorne's impression, there was a player territory where the druids practicing deep in the woods were angered because of the wanton felling of this kind of trees.

The stubborn druids would not care so much. It is said that many people died in that territory under the angry storm and lightning of the druids.

The main reason for the difficulty of the player's territory in the wilderness, in addition to the threat of other intelligent races, is also inseparable from the Druids in the Emerald Garden.

The area of ​​arable land is too limited to cultivate fields on a large scale. In the case of food shortages, they have to risk their lives to hunt in the depths of the forest to survive.

If you want to establish a territory that can develop for a long time, you must first ensure sufficient food.

Here is a world full of magic, without the help and teaching of the priests of the Mother Earth.

Only relying on the methods of cultivation, care, sowing and keeping the land fertile that the players have mastered, compared with the world where the farming civilization has been more than 10 years old, do you want to get a good harvest?how can that be possible?
It can only rely on the area of ​​arable land to make up for the amount of harvest, but the area of ​​arable land is severely restricted by the Druids, like falling into an endless loop.

As the fog in the jungle became heavier and heavier, Thorne clearly felt that he was about to walk out of the dense jungle.

At this time, his expression changed, as if he had received some kind of induction.

So Thorn immediately stopped and looked around, and soon found a faint mark on a tree trunk with a shadow.

A strange color flashed in Thorn's eyes, and he walked over slowly.

Although ranger professionals do not have various formal associations like the Jade Court like the Druid organization.

But rangers are also bound together by a loose community.

In most parts of the world of Toril, rangers who roam the wilds use special markers to indicate camps, dangerous areas, evil creatures, safe passages, refuges, and graveyards or tombs.

Most of these symbols are borrowed from the ciphers of the Harpers. Although they are not a secret language, their cryptic meanings are often difficult for non-rangers to perceive.

Not even druids can read it.

Gwaeron Storm is also known as: God of Tracking.

Followers of the God of Tracking often maintain a certain relationship with the Harpers, helping them track down some evil beings that they are difficult to solve.

So these special symbols were also taught to him by Thorne after he met a member of the Harper Alliance at the altar of Gwaeron Storm.

There is a lake spirit in a lake one kilometer ahead!
Thorne looked forward after reading the information on the symbol.

(End of this chapter)