Half-elf Ranger

The target is dead!

Extract the target’s soul energy and gain 700 experience points!

Through the perception of battle, you get 100 practice points!

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In the **** arena, Thorne’s battle with trolls ended with the dismemberment of trolls and the cheers of nobles!

At this time, Thorne was sitting cross-legged in a cold and damp dark room inside the fence gate, and was about to prepare for the final battle.

In the dark hut, several fist-sized mice greedily licked the unknown blood and minced meat on the ground and slipped away quietly.

Thorne raised his right arm, which seemed to have lost consciousness, with some difficulty, and then slowly kneaded his left hand to unclog his muscles and bones.

This method of activating the muscles and bones was learned from a player who is proficient in massage. It turns out that this simple massage technique is really very useful.

In a battle with a troll, although he did not seem to have suffered substantial damage, the troll’s strength was close to 18 points or more.

The huge shock force generated by the collision of the two weapons was completely absorbed by Thorne.

His right arm, in particular, suffered the most damage.

Now that the battle is over, when Thorne’s tense expression relaxes, all the pain hits his body.

However, this kind of encounter is not the first time, so Thorne is also handy to deal with.

After all, half-elves are not a race with high strength attributes.

What’s more, when he created the panel, he adjusted the elf blood to the human blood.

For the battle just now, if it wasn’t for Thorne’s tenacious expertise, he would have had a very hard time dealing with it.

[Stubbornness (personal expertise): The stubbornness in your character makes it difficult for you to be shaken in the things you decide. The strength of your will allows you to temporarily forget the pain and inconvenience caused by the wound, no matter what battle you are injured in, and even if your head is hit hard, you can still keep your mind clear . 】

In this different world, professional expertise is the easiest for players to obtain, as long as it is upgraded and meets the level requirements, it will be automatically obtained.

It is a good golden finger for players.

But general expertise is not so easy.

The easiest way is to go through the training method pointed out by the instructor, and then practice over time until you get the expert information prompt.

Then you need to pay enough practice points to fully master it.

However, there is no pattern to be found in personal expertise. To put it simply, it depends on personal talent.

Thorne’s tenacious specialty is that he accidentally mastered it by an inadvertent blow to the head, and the athlete also suddenly realized it through an unconscious running.

But the same method is not necessarily universal for other players.

[Athlete (personal expertise): You are a natural athlete, and you are often more efficient than others when you run, climb, jump, swim, and more. 】

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Crunch!

Thorne, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door opening, so he immediately looked up at the light at the door.

It’s him? Thorne raised his eyebrows when he saw the figure in front of him, and said with some doubts in his heart.

Standing in front of Thorne was a young man, wearing a dark black armor stained with dried blood, holding a helmet covered with scars in his left hand, looking at him with a half smile.

Thorne was still quite impressed by the young man in front of him. A month ago, he was fighting a group of bandit players in Andrina’s small bar.

It was this man who subdued Thorne in an instant without any reaction, and was then put into an underground death row by the city guards.

He is the son of the lord of Winterfell: Brant Ironhand!

Although Thorne was a little confused about this person’s visit, he didn’t ask more, but chose to remain silent and sit still.

“Are you Thorne?” Brandt asked directly.

“Exactly!” Thorne replied lightly.

“Lucky half-elf, your ability has been recognized by me, you can now follow me and leave this disgusting place.” Seeing Thorne’s unchanged expression, Brandt nodded secretly.

When he met him in that remote tavern, he was attracted by his calm and unyielding character.

Brandt believes that this kind of person will definitely become his right-hand man with a little guidance and training in the future.

“I am very grateful for Your Excellency Brandt’s favor. Unfortunately, I am a guardian of the wilderness, so I can only regret it.” Thorne was stunned for a while, then he slowly shook his head after deliberation. road.

It is not very new that slaves in the arena are favored by nobles as guards because of their outstanding performance.

But Thorne was already free, and he didn’t want to spend any more time in Winterfell.

Originally, the purpose of his coming here was for the inheritance of the Nine Swords. Now that the purpose has been achieved, he naturally wants to leave as soon as possible, and then go to the territory that truly belongs to the players.

From the fact that Winter City can receive unlimited fugitives and cultists from all over the world, it can be seen that the rulers of Winter City have no good stubbornness.

A city where even the good gods would not come here, Thorne didn’t think there was anything here to attract him.

So Thorne didn’t want to join the forces of Winter City, so he could only try to refuse, and then make plans to see how the other party reacts.

His profession is a ranger, and a ranger is an adventurer dedicated to guarding the wilderness, and their mission is to fend off the monsters and humanoid tribes that come from the wilderness, lest civilization be destroyed.

Thorne isn’t lying either, because that’s exactly what he’s going for.

If Brandt in front of him had a little bit of so-called conscience in his heart, then he should understand what Thorne meant instead of embarrassing him.

Besides, this Brandt’s impression on Thorne was not so bad.

“Really? That’s such a pity, may the **** of nature be with you, half-elf warrior from the wilderness!”

Brandt heard the words, a look of regret flashed in his eyes, then took out a small bottle of potion and threw it to Thorne, then turned and left.

Intermediate Vitality Potion

Special effect: restore 30% physical strength after use.

“May Winter City be immortal!” Thorne took the potion thrown by Brandt, and immediately got up and whispered to Brandt’s back.

Brant, who walked outside the door, heard Thorne’s voice, and his body froze, then put on his helmet and left quickly.

In this sinful city, there are rare people in power who retain their conscience. Thorne sighed, then drank half of the potion in his hand, and then plugged the cork to save it.

As the potion gradually worked, Thorne suddenly felt that his tired body was rejuvenating, and the faint pain in his arm disappeared completely.

Now that his physical strength has recovered, there is no need to waste time here. Thorne stood in the same place and pondered for a while, and then immediately walked towards the door.

In the dim corridor, the only source of light was the torches on both sides of the wall, but for Thorne, who had dark vision, he could still see clearly in this low-light environment.

All kinds of ferocious beasts and slaves from all over the continent were imprisoned on both sides of the corridor. Some of them slammed into the fence frantically, and some of them leaned against the wall in silence and their faces were ashen.

At this time, two figures appeared in the corridor passage. As the two sides continued to approach, Thorne could see the face of the other side.

An arena guard was walking forward with an orc at the moment.

Another player orc!

Thorne glanced at it, and immediately recognized the identity of the other party. Then he looked around subconsciously, and found that the surrounding iron cages held many orcs from the northern wasteland.

Most of these orcs’ eyes were calm, as if they were about to face death, only a small number of them hid in corners and sobbed secretly.

What the **** happened to the Northland Wasteland? Why so many orc slaves?

Looking at the orcs detained around, Thorne’s expression changed and changed, and there were at least three hundred orcs.

And it can be found from their expressions that the player orcs should occupy the majority.

bump!

Suddenly, Thorne was slammed by a tall figure, and then Thorne staggered back a few steps.

So Thorne immediately tightened his right hand, glanced at the other party with a strange expression, and left quickly.

Walking out of the dark corridor, Thorne immediately took out a small rag that the other party handed over to him when he passed by the orc.

It was a rag torn from the corner of his clothes, with real-world words written in blood.

Although it has become blurred, it is still recognized by Thorne.

“Frost Wolf SOS”

It is the cry for help from the Frostwolf clan!

Seeing these words, Thorne thought for a while, and immediately understood the meaning.

Then I recalled a fairly sensational event on the forum when the game was launched less than two months ago.

That is, there is an orc player named San, who can’t bear the evil deeds of the orcs in the world of Toril and the hostility of other races to him.

He set a grand ambition to completely change the views of various races on orcs and develop the orcs into a good camp.

So he formed an orc tribe and became the chief of the orcs, and their tribe name was: Frostwolf Clan!

After seeing this call, many nostalgic players seem to recall a sentence from a certain game in their boyhood: “For the tribe!”

In an instant, the blood is surging and the passion is surging!

Those players looking for feelings deleted their accounts one after another and chose the orc race to join this great cause.

As for what they would become in the future, Thorne didn’t pay attention, but what he didn’t expect was that they all became slaves to the **** arena.

It’s incredible.

“Unfortunately, I really can’t do anything!” Thorne looked at the slap-sized rag in his hand, but suddenly felt extremely heavy. This was a helpless cry from a desperate player.

Now he, in this cruel different world, is not enough to protect himself, so what can he do to save others.

Moreover, Winter City is also a free and sinful city, and professionals who want to incite some lawful good campers to launch slave uprisings cannot find suitable candidates.