Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 71
On the Emerald Field.

Large areas of wild forests gradually disappeared on both sides of the road, and what Thorne and the others slowly revealed were endless fields.

"There is a large field of farmland ahead, does it mean that we will arrive at Twilight Town soon?" Anderina asked Thorne as she looked at the fields that appeared faintly in the distance while riding on a light horse.

"That's right, you can see the outline of Twilight Town when you cross this hillside." Thorn looked up at the familiar terrain and nodded.

As the group got closer to Twilight Town, they encountered fewer and fewer humanoid creatures on the road, which saved Thorne a lot of trouble.

Although goblins and kobolds are weak, an adult can handle them with a weapon.

But these little guys have a short growth cycle and tenacious ability to survive, even if they eat grass roots, they can survive.

On the Emerald Field, their numbers are like weeds in the wild, and after one group is cleared, another group will emerge immediately.

Moreover, in their eyes, the strength is judged by the number of both parties. As long as there are more than two people, when they meet one person, they will blindly think that two people must be stronger than one person.

Then he rushed up to attack bravely, and when he knew he was invincible, he immediately scattered and fled.

It really added a lot of trouble to Thorne along the way, which can be described as annoying.

At this time, the faint sounds of fighting and roaring from a small forest at the intersection ahead caught Thorne's attention.

From the vulgar snarl, Thorne could tell it was coming from the ogre's loud voice.

"There's a situation ahead, I'll go over and have a look." Thorn changed his expression, turned around and said to the two, and then rushed over immediately.

"Wait a minute, I'll go too."

When Anderina heard this, she got off her horse and gave Trundle the reins, then took out a staff and followed.

Three ogres and an elf?
Thorn's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly activated his hiding skill, and his hazy figure seemed to disappear into the bushes.

About 200 meters away.

Three ogres with wooden-handled maces surround an elf with a machete in each hand.

On the ground where several people were fighting, there were still three corpses of wolf men lying on the ground. According to the injuries, it could be seen that all the wolf men had their heads cut off with a fatal blow.

Is it a rogue?
wrong!

Could it be... a monk?
From the nimble attack and dodge movements of the scimitar in the elf's hand, Thorne initially thought that the opponent's occupation was a rogue.

But when he noticed the dress, grooming and appearance of the other party, Thorne found that the elf was more like a monk wandering in the wilderness to practice penance.

He was dressed in very ordinary coarse linen clothes, with bandages on his arms and leggings on his legs, and he was barefoot.

Even when the other party jumped up slightly, Thorne also noticed thick calluses on the soles of the other party's mud-covered feet, which were obviously left by walking barefoot all year round.

Under the short brown cropped hair is a weather-beaten and resolute face after being exposed to wind and sun. Compared with the handsome appearance of the elves, it is simply horrible.

Three tall ogres appear to be bullying a thin elven monk.

But if you watch the battle between the two sides carefully, and the slightly bohemian smile evoked from the corner of the elven monk's mouth, you can find that the elven monk is playing with the three ogres.

The elf monk walked gracefully, turned slightly sideways, and avoided the two ogres' maces with the sound of breaking wind.

puff!

With a violent swing of the sharp scimitar in his hand, a thigh-thick ogre arm was chopped off from the shoulder.

Ow! ! !
The ogre whose arm had been severed let out a heart-piercing scream.

Immediately afterwards, the corner of the elf monk's mouth with double blades twitched into a sneer, and he began to dance strangely. The two scimitars shone coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

This life-and-death battle in the wasteland was like a wild and deadly dance to him.

puff!puff!puff!

The body of the elf monk jumped slightly, the strange blade flashed three cold lights in succession, and three bloodstains immediately appeared on the thick necks of the three ogres.

thump!
The huge body of the ogre fell to the ground slowly, and the surging blood gradually soaked the wilderness.

Ow!

At this time, a wolf knight suddenly appeared behind the elf monk.

The Gnoll grinned grimly, swung the meteor hammer on the flail, and tightened the reins of the wolf.

The warg bowed and let out a growling growl, spread his limbs and leaped vigorously, as if falling from the sky, and rushed towards the elf monk holding a scimitar.

Whoosh!
I saw that the elf monk still kept a wild smile on his face, his feet suddenly exerted force, and he jumped into the air, avoiding the pounce of the wolf.

The strong force immediately left two deep footprints on the ground.

The elf monk, who was more than ten meters above the ground, twisted his body strangely in mid-air, and then galloped down.

puff!

When the two scimitars approached the wolf knight, two deadly cold lights were drawn on the blades, and the hairy heads of the wolf man and the wolf rose into the sky under the surging eruption of blood.

"Is this an original resident or a player?" Andrina leaned towards Thorne and asked softly.

"It's too far away, so I can't see it yet, but the attacking pace of the elf just now looks like it borrowed some kind of modern dance."

Thorne vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, but said uncertainly.

"Just ask in the past. He has already discovered you." At this moment, Thorn noticed the wary eyes of the elf monk and said to Anderina.

Then he walked out directly.

Originally, Thorne was just planning to observe secretly, and then left quietly. Unexpectedly, Anderina also followed. With the opponent's poor hiding skills, naturally he couldn't hide from the powerful perception of the monk.

Seeing Thorne who unexpectedly appeared not far away, a trace of surprise flashed in the calm eyes of the elven monk, obviously he hadn't noticed Thorne just now.

Then immediately sheathed the two scimitars in his hand, folded his palms together and bowed slightly:

"Hello! Two friends who met in the wilderness!"

Thorne noticed that the other party was neither humble nor overbearing, he seemed to be respectful to others but showed a look of indifference to everything in the world, slightly surprised.

"Meeting is fate. Is this friend traveling alone?" Thorn also clasped his hands together and slightly returned the courtesy.

Andrina stood quietly behind Thorne, remaining silent.

"It turns out that we are all fellow travelers. It's a pleasure to meet you!" The elf monk's calm eyes flickered slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The so-called fellow traveler refers to the player, and Thorne naturally understands what the other party means. What he said just now is to test the other party on purpose.

"This friend looks very unfamiliar. I don't know where he came from." Thorne looked at the other party carefully and asked curiously.

Most of the players who choose monks come to various isolated monasteries in the mainland to seek the path of self-improvement through meditation and precepts.

In the eyes of monks, becoming an adventurer means leaving the place of practice, ending the collective regular life and becoming a wanderer.

This is a pretty harsh change for monks.

So those monks who leave the ashram and embark on a journey take their decision very seriously, and regard this adventure as a test of their soul and body.

For players, the monk profession is more difficult than the wizard, and the number of players in the player group can be imagined.

At least Thorne hadn't seen it in the Emerald Field, so he guessed that the other party came from other places.

Although the monk is known as the least expensive profession, players simply cannot bear this kind of hard life of practice.

For example: ascetic precepts, hiking precepts, prohibition.The precepts of desire, the precepts of poverty.

These occupations that are so strict with themselves are dubbed by the players: Werewolves!

A little more than a ruthless person...

So for those players who still choose monks and continue to practice unremittingly, Thorne still has some admiration.

"Come from Shenshi City in the Silver Pine Plain, practice alone in the wilderness, hone your own will, and feel the power of emptiness, extinction, and chaos."

The elf monk maintained an indifferent expression without joy or sorrow, and replied softly.

"Deep Rock City? I've heard people mention it. It's said to be a city full of brilliance." Thorne recalled the fallen paladin Brant and the Deep Stone City he introduced.

"That's true. Compared with this emerald field, it is more like a paradise for our players. Praise the God of Suffering!"

The elf monk turned to look at the endless wilderness, and finally looked up at the distant sky, and said with a very respectful expression.

"It's getting late, and we have to rush to Twilight Town before dark, so let's say goodbye and see you again!" Thorn clasped his hands again and saluted slightly.

"Goodbye, farewell!" The elf monk turned around and returned the salute, and then quickly disappeared into the wilderness.

"This elf player feels that he has fully integrated into this world. The monk's practice path is indeed some ruthless people."

Andrina looked at the disappearing elf monk and turned to Thorne.

After Thorne heard this, he didn't know how to answer Andelina's words.

From the conversation between the two, he can vaguely feel that the reason why the other party has become so indifferent is probably also a kind of tempering of xinxing.

After thinking about it, Thorne casually asked Andrina, "Can you see the advanced profession of this elven monk?"

He probably knows something about the basic profession of monk, but he doesn't know anything about advanced professions. At most, he only knows some unarmed boxing masters.

As for the dual-knife monk, it is completely a blind spot of his knowledge.

"I have seen some similar information. In the nomadic areas of the grasslands, occasionally there will be some dual-blade monks who mainly practice war dance. Their attack methods are wild, strange, and deadly. They are called by nomadic tribes. : Dancing Monk!
This prestige class is the epitome of speed, swiftness, and abandon, mastering the wild dance, the tireless dance, and the dance of death!

It is a melee class that combines a deadly dance with its own attack rhythm. "

After thinking about it, Andelina recalled some books she had read and said.

　Thanks to book friends: White Hunter's Moon, Qiongqiong Lonely__Xingying, dfjhsfzj, for their rewards! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)