Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Old Barney Longbow explained loudly: "Of course you have never seen Loki, because like me, he is not a native of Silent Town, and he came here after experiencing difficult adventures outside."

"Outsiders? This is impossible."

"Oh my gosh, he's not older than me. Is he also an adventurer?"

But Old Barney Longbow is obviously an elder worthy of respect and trust, and his words are certainly correct.

So, does this young man who looks only about ten years old really come from outside Silent Town?

The eyes that were questioning just now turned towards Loki with envy and admiration. It was obvious that these were a group of simple and young half-elves.

Old Barney Longbow patted the half-elf boy on the shoulder and asked him to introduce some things about himself. Naturally, Loki would not be stage frightened in front of a group of 'children'.

"My name is Loki, I don't have a surname. You may call me by my nickname - Littlefinger. I am good at crossbow archery and some short-bladed weapons, and I know some basic skills of dagger specialization."

"Without a last name, that's really unusual."

The oldest half-elf from before asked in confusion: "Basic specialization skills? What is that?"

"Dagger specialization, although I have never heard of it, it should be a special method for outsiders."

The youngest half-elf said with some yearning: "Yes, it sounds very powerful when you first hear it."

Old Barney Longbow frowned, interrupted the noisy voices of the young men, and said: "Okay, don't be like a group of children who have never seen the world. As long as you work hard, you can learn anything from me. .”

Then, he waved his hand and asked these young half-elves to move their bodies first and become proficient in what they had learned before. Then he called Loki over.

Old Barney said: "Loki, you know how to move some dagger weapons very well, but this is not enough. As an adventurer and mercenary, I have been able to use almost all weapons. You still have to learn a lot."

Loki nodded and said, "I understand, and I will try my best to learn from you."

The average person may bite off more than he can chew, but he was very different from the average person.

The massive memory storage space of the quantum biocomputer allows him to have a photographic memory, and at the same time, various senses are optimized, and even the touch of the skin of his hands is optimized.

Although these are only internal optimizations of the brain, they allow him to use weapons and tools with far greater accuracy and talent than ordinary people.

This made the half-elf boy feel that there was nothing wrong with learning more skills or specializations in various weapons.

"Okay, I'll find someone to show you how to use other weapons, so that you can understand the differences and advantages."

Following Old Barney's greeting, a 15-year-old half-elf named Adrian trotted over with a spear in both hands.

The infantry spear is not only a cheap weapon, but also a good partner for adventurers and mercenaries. It can effectively distance you from enemies and prey.

Moreover, it is simple and practical and suitable for novices to master. Even if a person with weak strength is able to use a spear, its piercing power will still be fatal to some with advanced martial arts skills.

"Little Adrian, face that straw target and show off the spear martial arts you have recently learned."

The young half-elf nodded excitedly and trotted towards the straw target. Like a pole vaulter, he used the huge inertia of his body to pierce the target with the tip of his spear.

Straw target.

After hitting the target, he continued to show his bravery. He shouted while not reducing his speed, and knocked down the straw target with his whole body.

After a while, the half-elf stood up with some grass clippings hanging on his head, and then returned to his trainer.

Old Barney Longbow clapped his hands and praised loudly: "Well done, little Adrian, you have learned most of the spear martial arts I gave you."

The trainer turned his head again and said to Loki: "Little Adrian is the most talented child I have ever seen. He has the weapon talent I had when I was young. Loki, if you learn these things, you will have the opportunity to become a A great adventurer."

Loki frowned. He felt that the elder trainer was not joking.

Then he turned his head and looked at some other young half-elves in the training ground who were practicing with various weapons such as wooden practice swords and wooden practice axes and bucklers.

But it was found that their movements in using weapons were even worse. Most of them were even idiots who could only stand on the spot and wave their weapons, and could not even use their waist and leg strength.

Looking at the half-elf boy who didn't answer, old Barney Longbow suddenly asked: "What's wrong with you? Loki, is there any problem?"

Loki came to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's nothing. You continue."

Old Barney nodded and said: "Since you know some short-blade martial arts, I want you to feel the difference in strength."

"Are you ready to take on the challenge of this?"

Loki put aside some distracting thoughts and nodded.

There was a sound of metal rubbing against the scabbard, and the half-elf boy drew out the sharp blade he carried with him. He held a tactical claw knife in his left hand and a relatively longer dog-leg knife in his right hand, and he assumed a ready posture.

Old Barney looked at him strangely and said, "You don't need these things. It's not good if you hurt yourself."

"Little Adrian, get him some short wooden weapons for practice."

Therefore, Loki chose two wooden daggers, which were twice as long as tactical fixed knives.

However, since it is a wooden practice dagger, the weight of the two is about the same. Even his left hand, which lacks a little finger, can hold it well.

On the other side, Old Barney Longbow called over the oldest half-elf boy at the training ground. His name was Arnold Allen. Unexpectedly, he was also good at using weapons such as short blades.

Since Loki was also an outsider, the half-elf boy did not dare to look down upon him, but he was also absolutely confident that he would win this competition.

"Let's start, don't hurt each other." Old Barney almost said this to Arnold. This was the apprentice he handed over personally. He just wanted the half-elf boy to experience the difference in martial arts.

Some half-elf young men nearby also stopped practicing and gathered around to look at Loki with some worry, fearing that the outsider would be harmed.

I saw Arnold shouting, holding up the wooden dagger in both hands, and looking majestic, he rushed towards the half-elf boy.

The two quickly faced each other tit for tat, and Arnold Allen shouted again, leaning his shoulders forward slightly, holding the short sword and swinging it from top to bottom, hitting the half-elf boy's shoulder.

"Oh my God, Arnold is serious. He's going to be hurt." A half-elf over ten years old couldn't help shouting.

Loki, however, didn't even move. He leaned his waist back slightly and shrank his shoulders slightly to dodge the attack.