Half-elf Ranger

On the Emerald Field.

Large tracts of wild forests gradually disappeared on both sides of the road, and what slowly unfolded in the sight of the three of Thorne was an endless field.

“There is a large field of farmland ahead, does that mean that we are going to Twilight Town soon?” Andrina asked Thorne on a light horse, looking at the fields looming in the distance.

“Yes, you can see the outline of Twilight Town after crossing this hillside.” Thorne looked up at the familiar terrain and nodded.

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

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

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

On the emerald field, their numbers are like weeds in the wild, and after one batch is cleared, another batch emerges immediately.

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

Then he bravely rushed to attack, and when he knew he was no match, he fled in an instant.

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

At this moment, the faint sound of fighting and roaring in a grove of trees at the intersection ahead caught Thorne’s attention.

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

“There is a situation ahead, I’ll go over and take a look.” Thorne’s expression changed, he turned and said to the two, and then rushed over immediately.

“Wait a minute, I’ll go too.”

When Andrina heard the words, she turned over and dismounted, gave Trundle the reins, took out a staff and followed.

Three ogres and one elf?

Thorne’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly activated his hiding skills, and suddenly the hazy figure seemed to disappear into the bushes.

About two hundred meters away.

Three ogres with wooden maces were surrounding an elf with a machete in each hand.

On the ground where several people were fighting, there were still three gnoll corpses lying on the ground. Judging from the injuries, they all had their heads cut off by a fatal knife.

Is it a rogue?

wrong!

Could it be… a monk?

From the flexible attack and evasion of the machete in the hands of the elf, Thorne initially thought that the other party was a rogue by profession.

But when he noticed the other party’s dress, dress and appearance, Thorne found that the elf was more like a monk wandering in the wilderness ascetic.

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

Even when the other party jumped up slightly, Thorne noticed the thick calluses on the bottom of the other party’s muddy feet, obviously left by walking barefoot all year round.

Under the short brown haircut is a weather-beaten and resolute face that has been exposed to the sun and the wind. Compared with the handsome appearance of the elves, it is simply terrible.

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

But if you look closely at the battle between the two sides, as well as the slightly uninhibited smile from the corner of the elf monk’s mouth, you can see that it is the elf monk who is playing with the three ogres.

The elf monk took elegant steps, turned slightly sideways, and avoided the attack of the mace in the hands of the two ogres with the sound of breaking wind.

puff!

The sharp machete in his hand swung violently, and a thigh-thick ogre arm was cut off from the shoulder.

Ow! !

The ogre whose arm was severed let out a heart-piercing scream.

Immediately afterwards, a sneer appeared on the corner of the mouth of the elf warrior monk holding the double-edged sword, twisting a strange dance step, and the two scimitars flickered in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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

puff! puff! puff!

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

thump!

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

Ow!

At this moment, behind the elf monk suddenly appeared a warg knight who came by surprise.

The gnoll smirked and waved the meteor hammer on the flail, tightening the reins of the wolf.

The Warg bowed his body and let out a low growl like a roar, spread his limbs and leaped vigorously, as if falling from the sky, towards the elf monk holding a machete.

Whoosh!

I saw that the elf warrior monk still kept a reckless smile on his face, his feet suddenly exerted force, and he jumped into the air, avoiding the wolf’s swooping.

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

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

puff!

When the two scimitars approached the wolf knight, two deadly cold lights flashed across the blade, and the furry heads of the gnoll and the wolf rose into the sky under the turbulent eruption of blood.

“Is this a native or a player?” Andrina whispered next to Thorne.

“The distance is too far to be seen for the time being, but the elf’s attacking pace just now seems to have borrowed some kind of modern dance.”

Thorne vaguely felt a sense of familiarity, but said with uncertainty.

“Just ask in the past, you’ve already been discovered by him.” At this time, Thorne noticed the vigilant gaze of the elf warrior monk and said to Anderina.

Then he went straight out.

Originally, Thorne just planned to observe secretly, and then quietly left. Unexpectedly, Andrina also followed. With the other party’s poor hiding skills, naturally, he could not escape the monk’s powerful perception.

Seeing Thorne unexpectedly appearing not far away, a trace of surprise flashed in the peaceful eyes of the elf monk. Obviously, he hadn’t found Thorne just now.

Immediately, he sheathed the two scimitars in his hands, then folded his hands together and bowed slightly:

“Hello! Two friends who met in the wilderness!”

Thorne noticed that the other party was neither humble nor arrogant. He seemed to be respectful but showed a hint of indifference to all things in the world, and was slightly surprised.

“Meeting is fate, is this friend traveling alone?” Thorne also folded his hands and bowed slightly.

Andrina stood quietly behind Thorne, keeping silent.

“It turns out that they are all fellow travelers, I’m lucky to meet you!” The elf warrior monk’s calm eyes flickered slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The so-called fellow traveler is talking about the player, and Thorne naturally understands what the other party means. His words just now were deliberately testing the other party.

“This friend looks very raw. I don’t know where he came from practice.” Thorne asked curiously after looking at the other person carefully.

Most of the players who choose monks come to the isolated monasteries on the mainland, seeking to improve themselves through meditation and discipline.

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

This is a pretty drastic change for a monk.

Therefore, those monks who left the practice place and embarked on a journey took their decision very seriously, and regarded this adventure as a test of their soul and body.

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

Thorne hadn’t seen it in the Emerald Fields, at least, so he guessed that the other party came from somewhere else.

Although the monk is the profession that claims to be the least expensive, the players simply cannot bear such a hard life of cultivation.

For example: ascetic discipline, walking discipline, forbidden. The precepts of desire, the precepts of poverty.

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

A little more than a ruthless man…

So for those players who still choose monks and continue to practice unremittingly, Thorne still somewhat admires them.

“From the deep stone city of Yinsong Plain, I practice alone in the wilderness, tempering my own will, and feeling the power of ethereal, annihilation, and chaos.”

The elf warrior monk once again maintained an indifferent expression with no joy and no sorrow, and replied softly.

“Deep Rock City? I heard people mention it, it is said to be a city full of brilliance.” Thorne recalled the fallen paladin Brant and the Deep Rock City he introduced.

“Indeed, compared to 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 raised his head to look at the distant sky, and said respectfully.

“It’s not too late, we also have to rush to Twilight Town before it gets dark, so let’s say goodbye, goodbye!” Thorne folded his hands again and saluted slightly.

“Goodbye by fate, farewell!” The elf warrior turned around and returned the salute, then quickly disappeared into the wilderness.

“This elf player feels that he has completely integrated into this world, and the monk’s cultivation path is really ruthless.”

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

When Thorne heard the words, he didn’t know how to answer Andrina’s words.

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

After thinking about it, Thorne asked Anderina casually, “Can you see the advanced profession of this elf monk?”

He probably knew a little about the basic profession of a monk, but he didn’t know anything about the advanced profession, and at most he only knew some martial arts masters who were mainly unarmed.

As for the dual swordsman monk, it is completely his knowledge blind spot.

“I have seen some similar information. In the nomadic areas of the grasslands, there are occasionally some double-dagger monks who mainly practice war dance. Their attack methods are wild, bizarre, and deadly, which are called by the nomadic tribes. : Dancing Monk!

This advanced class is the epitome of speed, swiftness, and indulgence, and is proficient in the dance of the wild, the dance of the tireless, and the dance of death!

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

After thinking for a while, Andrina recalled some of the books she had read.