Half-elf Ranger

Winter City, the top floor of the Wizard’s Tower.

A light blue wave of light appeared on a portal made of a large number of precious gems and arcane materials.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow appeared, and when the light gradually dissipated, the face of the figure was clearly revealed.

Rosslet, the lord of Winter City in black armor, stepped out.

puff!

At this time, the legendary wizard Kaladena, who had closed his eyes and pondered, suddenly opened his eyes, the pale white light in the turbid pupils flashed away, and immediately spurted a touch of red blood from his mouth.

The old body seems to have become more rickety and weak, and the ruddy face is as pale as white paper, showing a sluggish color.

Rosslet glanced at the divination tool in front of Kaladena.

A platinum coin engraved with a floating fortress stood in the center of the light blue pentagram. After being streaked by an invisible energy, the platinum coin slowly fell down while spinning.

His eyelids jumped suddenly, and then he said to Caladana with a faint smile: “Old man, don’t tell me, I interrupted your spellcasting again.”

“But you always come at such a bad time. I’m considering whether to take back your permission to enter and leave the wizard’s tower.”

Caloundra raised her eyelids and said in a hoarse voice.

“This is the mark of the ancestor’s inheritance. You can’t take it back.” Rosslet smiled, and then asked with a serious face: “How is it? Have you found the trace of the ancestor?”

“I still have self-knowledge about people who can’t even be detected by the gods.” Kaladena shook his head gently.

“Then your divination ritual?” Rosslet pointed to the platinum coin that had long been stationary and wondered.

“I just wanted to go back to the one-sided information about him based on the stone house where the ancestor lived, but I didn’t expect it to be backlashed.” Caladna said helplessly.

Then he looked up at Rosslet lightly, paused and said:

“But it’s still a bit of a gain. I found a very unexpected information. I guess it should be left to us by the ancestors on purpose, otherwise it would not be detected by me.”

After Karadna finished speaking, he stretched out his withered right hand and gently stroked the crystal ball floating in front of him.

A shimmer of light flashed, and the crystal ball conveyed a picture of the wilderness.

“There are very few things that can surprise you, an old guy.” Rosslater heard the words, and immediately leaned over and locked his curious eyes on the crystal ball.

“Huh? It’s just a person… oh, shouldn’t it be a half-elf… a refugee from the wilderness?” Rosslet’s eyes flashed with doubts, looking at Caladna.

“He has the inheritance of the Nine Swords on him.” Kaladena explained lightly.

“Master of the Nine Swords?” Rosslet’s casual expression immediately became solemn, and he reconfirmed to Kaladena.

“That’s right!”

“Just him? A refugee in the wilderness, can he be seen by the ancestors, is there anything special about him?” Rosslet looked at the picture in the crystal ball carefully and asked casually.

“The inheritance of the Nine Swords does not require extraordinary talent and aptitude, just a persistent heart, and the so-called fate!” Kaladena said lightly after pondering for a while.

“If there is no strong talent and aptitude, how can he quickly improve his strength and pass through the pilgrimage site of Nine Swords? I don’t quite understand the so-called fate.”

Rosslet walked to the window, looked at the devastation after the turmoil in Winter City, and sighed.

“Every Nine Swords Grandmaster will leave a sword intent on his disciple after confirming the successor, so talent and aptitude are not important, the most important thing is the indomitable heart and the fate of meeting. “

Kaladena looked at the figure sitting cross-legged in the crystal ball and muttered to himself.

“Using one’s own skill to leave a sword intent for the disciple should be a lot of consumption, so if he dies in the middle, it will not mean a waste of hard work.”

Rosslet turned and pointed to the crystal fairway.

“It’s really ignorant! I usually ask you to read a little more of the classics left by the ancestors, but you just don’t want it. The inheritance of the Nine Swords can continue to this day without being cut off, which itself shows its perfection.”

“It bothers me to deal with those nobles every day, and the books are all recorded in the words of the Karatu continent, which is obscure and difficult to understand.

Rosslet shrugged and complained.

After thinking about it, he said: “Since it is a disciple left by the ancestors, it is considered half of my own. Do you want to secretly fund it?”

“The rough road pays more attention to practice and tempering the body and mind. Since it is the choice of the ancestors, we should not intervene, but you can appropriately express the goodwill from our Winter City.”

Kaladena looked at the figure of the crystal ball, thought for a while, and said slowly and methodically.

“Alright, just as that kid Brandt is still chasing down the remnants of the gnolls and gathering refugees in the wilderness, I’ll give an order when that time comes.” Rosslater thought for a while, his eyes flashed, and then said.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly paused again, and said to the wizard Caladana: “Oh! By the way, the green hair in Jade Leisure Garden said that he wanted to see you and wanted to discuss some issues with you.”

“Don’t pay attention to that dead-headed guy. What can the wizard and Druid have to talk about, and he is not my opponent. If he dares to make trouble here… I will chop his bear’s paw!”

Kaladena’s eyelids jumped, and he said indifferently.

“That’s up to you, but that guy asked me to pass you a message.” Rosslet glanced at Kaladena with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, and continued:

“He asked me to tell you: your mimosas are grandma.”

After Rosslet finished speaking, he secretly glanced at his old friend Kaladena, and saw that his ancient face was clearly twitching.

Like a small stone falling into a peaceful pond, splashing up and down.

…

At dawn, in the distant sky, the lonely star gradually disappeared, and the sky showed a bright color.

Brant, who was covered in heavy armor, sat on a stone beside the tent, holding a shimmering messenger stone, his resolute face fell into contemplation.

After a while, he opened his eyes, put the communication stone in his pocket, got up and looked at the white sky in the distance and said softly to himself:

“The inheritor of the Nine Swords, a wandering half-elf ranger Thorne, was actually him in the ruins of Talan Village, which surprised me a bit.”

Then he pondered for a moment and said, “Uncle Ward, how far is it from Talan Village?”

Brandt’s voice just fell, only to hear a swipe, a vigorous shadow jumped down from the big tree next to him, and then walked to Brandt, his voice was a little hoarse:

“It’s not too far away, and you will pass by if you keep walking forward from this commercial road leading to Yuanshan Town.”

“Then please go to explore the way first, and we will arrive later.” Brandt turned and ordered.

After speaking, after thinking for a while, he said seriously:

“By the way, check the strength of that half-elf Thorne. Remember, don’t show murderous intent and hostility. Those stray people in the wilderness just experienced the hunting ritual of Mara believers last night, and they are still very sensitive.”

“Half-elf Thorne?” Shadow Ward asked suspiciously.

“It’s the gladiator we bet on in the **** arena that night, but his attack looks fierce, but he lacks skill, you can give some pointers,” Brandt explained.

Hearing the words, Shadow Ward didn’t ask more, nodded, turned around and disappeared into the jungle soon.