Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 183 The Ranger
The night was deadly still, with a chill in the air.

Brian and the elf ranger were resting under a fir grove next to the mountain road.

"To be reasonable, starting a fire at this time, in my opinion, is to seek death in a hurry."

The elf ranger looked at Brian who was bending over to pick up dead branches, "Or, tonight's battle made you lose your sanity? Don't you know? Lighting a fire will attract all the humanoid creatures within a radius of several miles, Brian, I still want to stay in the tree and have a good night's rest, I don't want to be disturbed by a group of miscellaneous fish."

After the ranger finished speaking, he leaned against the big tree with a tired face.

He first placed a composite long bow in his hand on the ground, and then took off the dark green cloak on his body, which was covered with blood that had already solidified.

"Then what do you plan to do now?" Brian threw the branch under his arm in front of the opponent, and continued to rummage in the sparse bushes.

The elf ranger who spoke to him was Carlot, the leader of the 'Sparrow Party', the 'crazy hunter'.

In Brian's opinion, this guy's bad mouth was almost as good as his strength.

Although the battle tonight made him very happy, he also knew his limits, so when he felt that his physical strength was gradually exhausted, the two of them rushed out together and came to the small valley where the evening forest could shelter from the wind. Take a night off.

"What else can I do, avoid it if you can, and don't make noise, let alone start a fire." Carlot rolled up his sleeves, and there was a deep wound on his wrist.

There is no doubt that it was accidentally left behind in the battle just now.

"Besides, there are still a few wolf man hunters who are good at bloodstain tracking in the storm mercenary group, maybe they are already rushing in this direction."

The ranger looked at his wound and frowned, "Do you want to break out of the siege again?"

"It turns out that when you were afraid, I thought that the famous 'Crazy Hunter' was as flexible as a sparrow in the forest, and he was not afraid of anything."

Brian smiled, patted his magic pocket, a wine bag appeared in his hand out of thin air, and then threw it to the other party, "Use this to clean the wound, it will help to heal quickly."

"Of course I'm fine on my own. It's not like you are holding back."

Carlot snorted softly, reached out to take the wine bag, then bit off the cork with his mouth, took a few sips first, and then grinned to clean the wound.

The clear wine seeped into the brown blood clot on his wrist, turned into dark red water droplets, and flowed down his palm to the ground.

"Are you saying this from your own conscience?" Brian was amused by the stubborn ranger. "If it wasn't for me, your ass would have blossomed long ago, and you wouldn't be able to sit here comfortably."

"I'm still afraid that you will hold me back. You can do whatever you like. I'd rather be a little more trouble than live a more comfortable life."

He sat on a stone in front of Carlot and put the branches in front of him together, "We need to make a fire, it's very cold here at night, hot food can not only warm our bellies, but also boost our spirits. As a ranger, what kind of game do you think you can hunt around here? I'm sick of the rich bacon, hard cheese, and dry bread, and I don't want to torture my teeth any more."

"Well, to tell you the truth, I have already thrown off the Gnoll hunter who followed us." The elf ranger shrugged helplessly, took out gauze to clean the blood stains on the wound, "Since you are a wizard, then He must have mastered the method of covering up the surrounding environment."

After the Ranger finished speaking, he murmured a few incantations, and the fingertips immediately burst out with light green magic light, and then under his control, this hazy halo completely penetrated into the cleaned wound.

Immediately afterwards, the wound on Ranger's wrist began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Brian on the side has long been familiar with the strangeness. Not only does he know that the elf ranger in front of him has mastered the purest magic of nature, he also can see from the previous battle that the quality of the compound longbow placed beside him At least "purple" is excellent.

From the etched wind elemental runes, it can be seen that it is a magic composite longbow, and engraved with the notches of falcons, violent bears and fierce tigers.

Whenever this composite longbow is pulled apart, a translucent sharp arrow will be condensed from the wind element.

This arrow can be controlled according to one's own thoughts, and it can be transformed into damage in three forms: blunt strike, piercing and slashing.

"It's already been set by me." He picked up another stick, threw it beside the woodpile, and pointed, a piece of rolled bark began to smoke and leap out of the flames.

"Your injury has healed, so the task now is to hunt for some wild game. I think this should not embarrass you, a wilderness ranger."

When he was picking up dead branches, he had already set up a simple illusion array around the two of them. Anyone who was not very proficient in magic would find it difficult to see the flaws in it.

The fire was burning hot, and the pair of amber eyes under the gray hair of the elf ranger Carlot looked suspiciously at Brian by the light of the fire, then looked around, opened his mouth in surprise, and said with a smile:
"It can be seen that you are indeed a real wizard. It is easy for me to get the meat, wait a moment."

After speaking, he picked up the composite longbow that was thrown on the ground, and strode into the woods.

An hour later, the campfire they were sitting around was crackling, and a small wild boar was turning on the grill on the fire, dripping oil and overflowing with aroma.

"Now there is only one bottle of good wine to go with." Carlot winked at Brian expectantly, "It would be best to have a summer red wine from Florence, Brian, hurry up and take it out, I'm so hungry My mouth is almost drooling, I could smell it just now when you took something out of your pocket."

"Your nose is really good." Brian took out a bottle of wine and threw it to the other party.

"This is enjoyment."

Carlot reached out and cut a small piece of pork from the fire. While chewing, he sighed happily, "Ah, drinking this kind of wine seems to make me forget that I am on a harsh journey. Although it is a bit hard, there is no sauce material……"

"That's it. I think the sun-aged wine of your elves is the real wine." Brian cut off a small piece of meat with a dagger and threw it into his mouth. He watched Carlot's facial expression from the corner of his eye and smiled. said:

"I heard that this kind of wine was made by the elf wizards of the Sun Yao family. However, the new wine that has just been produced has a spicy taste and is not yet mellow. It can only be regarded as a semi-finished product. It usually needs to be stored for a certain period of time to let it naturalize. Only when it is mature can the irritation and spiciness of new wine be absorbed, making the wine soft and palatable, mellow and fragrant, and the taste more harmonious.

This phenomenon is called 'aging' or 'aging' in your elf-brewing trade.The winemaker uses magic energy to store the wine. During the aging period, the mystery of changing the quality of the wine is that as the storage period continues to prolong, the wine will undergo spontaneous lipidation and oxidation reactions.

Due to various conditions such as the temperature in the dusk forest, the longer the solar wine is stored, the better the taste.It's a pity that this wine seems to have been lost, I think you should have tasted this beautiful wine. "

"I'm not an elf." The elf ranger drank a mouthful of mulled wine and said dryly.

"Aren't you an elf?" Brian looked at him in surprise, and asked doubtfully, "But no matter how you look, you look like a pure-blooded elf."

In fact, what he said just now was just to find out the details of the other party. Who would have thought that this elf would actually say that he was not an elf.

"It's up to you, but I don't admit that I'm an elf." Carlot wiped off the oil dripping from his cheeks with his sleeve, drinking wine, and said indifferently.

"Then what are you?" Brian was intrigued. "Strawberry pudding? A flock of wild geese flying south on a miserable November morning? A miller's buxom daughter losing her virginity in the spring?"

"You can think whatever you like, as long as you know that I am not an elf." The elf ranger still looked indifferent.

"Then what do you think of the non-human races in this world?" Brian put away his joking expression and said with a serious expression.

"This world?" You Xia grasped another important point of the question, and said with a smile: "Why is it called this world? Could it be that you have been to other worlds?"

"If you are still alive in the future, believe me, there will definitely be a chance to discuss this issue with you, so please don't deliberately change the subject." Brian took out a piece of hard bread, hollowed it out with a dagger, and used it as a plate, then Cut the roast in small chunks.

When Carlot saw it, he also took out the hard bread and cut off pieces of charred pork from the bones.

He looked at Brian, showed a meaningful smile, and then chewed and swallowed a mouthful of roast meat, "What else can I say, how can I say it? It's like a deaf man saying that the poet can't sing well, and a blind man saying that the light can't turn on. The cripple sings very well, the lights are beautiful, but the ordinary road is a bit shaky, no matter what race, if you don’t realize your mistakes and shortcomings, then it’s someone else’s fault. So, whether it’s a dwarf or a dwarf , or the elves, their layout is too small."

"I have to admit that your words are the most pertinent evaluation I have heard."

Brian was silent for a moment, sighed, and looked at the elf ranger, "This is the real reason why I don't like to participate in the war between your elves and the Tasha."

"First, I'm not an elf, nor a member of the elf tribe." The elf ranger stretched out a greasy finger, emphasizing one sentence with displeasure on his face, then stretched out a second finger, and said with a smile:
"Secondly, you have already intervened in this war. Just tonight, your hands were stained with the blood of countless rose soldiers and mercenaries. Then, please tell me, what are you doing this for?"

for what?Brian was stopped by the other party.

In his opinion, the fundamental reason why he dealt with the violent mercenary group was to reduce the difficulty when unifying Longshou Port for himself, and at the same time gain experience points.

However, even he himself did not expect it.

Ever since he saw the people of the 'Sparrow Party' escorting numb refugees, and the villages and fields turned into scorched earth, as a bystander, he always felt that he needed to do something within his power.

This is also the fundamental reason why he killed so heartily tonight.

Of course, he would not say these words to this elf ranger whom he just met not long ago.

"Then what is your reason?" Brian did not answer, but chose to ask rhetorically, "Since you don't admit that you are an elf, what is the purpose of your establishment of the 'Sparrow Party'?"

"I never thought about building a 'Sparrow Party'." The elf ranger said depressedly:
"Probably because I happened to save their lives, and they saw me running through the forest like a sparrow, so they took my name to establish this organization. But, to be honest, it's not bad. , at least saved a lot of people.”

"The way you lie." Brian sarcastically said, "Very boring."

"It's so easy for you to see." The elf ranger looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and said with a smile: "Then let me tell you the truth, it's because I have a big structure and I know the future of the world very well. The trend of development, how can it be like our compatriots of the elves..."

"Our fellow elves?"

Brian interrupted him, repeating the sentence, "You know what? Just now, when I said you were an elf, you reacted like you were stung in the ass by a bumble bee. It’s not that you need to think hard about who you really are.”

"For you." The elf ranger shrugged and said solemnly:
"No matter how I look at it, I am an elf. I know, I can't convince you at all, but for the sake of accuracy, you should understand that in the dawn of Asno Continent, the title of elves was exclusive to the elves and the royal family. The surrounding areas of the Lorastriol Plain, and my elf family had died out when I was born, so I grew up in the human world, not a true elf.”

"You are just using strong words to make excuses." Brian could tell that the other party was talking nonsense in a serious manner and was too lazy to argue with him. He focused on the barbecue in front of him.

By the time the two had filled their stomachs, it was already late at night, and a crescent moon peeked out from the dark clouds.

"Bryan." The elf ranger Carlot put away his playful expression, and said seriously: "Tomorrow, Sir Durymore is going to carry out a public massacre of the residents of Greenwood Town, forcing the elves to come out of the forest with complex terrain."

"You are planning to intervene." Brian guessed his intention.

"That's right." The elf ranger said bluntly: "The purpose of my doing this is not to help the elves, but to save the residents of Greenwood Town."

"So?" he continued.

"I need your help." The ranger said the purpose and condition, "If you are willing to help me tomorrow, it will be considered that I owe you a favor, how about it?"

"Is your favor very valuable, isn't it an elf's elf?" Brian looked at him playfully.

"Of course it's valuable." The elf ranger gave him a crooked smile: "If you can't see it, it means your layout is too small."

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(End of this chapter)