Half-elf Ranger

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the city wall through the swaying towering trees. The orange light does not bring any warmth, but instead radiates the cold light against the icy blade.

“Horrart, is this how you treat guests in Twilight?”

Thorne, who was standing beside the door switch, heard the familiar cold drink not far away, and was stunned for a moment, a trance flashed in his expression, and then said lightly.

“Um?”

A surprised and puzzled voice came from the leading man in black.

Thorne stood surrounded by the crowd and felt the light reflected by the sharp blade. He did not act rashly, but chose to turn around gently under a line of vigilant eyes.

Then the long sword in his hand was slowly put into the scabbard.

Immediately, the hood on the cloak was lifted, revealing a long black hair and a face with a faint smile.

“Thorn!”

The leading man in black, Horat, exclaimed, his stern face showing a hint of joy.

Then he immediately waved his hand and said to the subordinate beside him: “It’s all gone, this is a friend from Waterfall Town.”

Clang clang!

As soon as Horat’s voice fell, the sound of sharp knives being sheathed sounded one after another, and the guards looked at Horat with surprised eyes and left in an orderly manner.

“A group of gnolls chased you into Twilight Town, Brother Thorne, this is not your style, what you should do is use your precise archery to play them in the dense jungle, or let them They eat the ashes of your feet.”

Horat shook the scarf around his neck, walked to Thorne, glanced at the crowd of jackals that had not completely retreated under the city wall, and laughed and joked.

“Your guards are too conscientious, there is no way, in order to cover the two friends, that is the only way.” Thorne looked at the man in front of him, leaned against the city wall, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

Like Thorne, Holat is also a half-elf, but his elven blood is derived from the drow of the underground world.

The long dry white hair and dark skin swaying in the wind are the best proof of pedigree.

Thorne looked at each other carefully after speaking, wearing a slightly modern black outfit, and a very conspicuous gray scarf, wrapped around the neck, both ends hanging down to the chest.

Still the familiar style, I still like to wear a scarf around my neck.

However, the equipment of the whole body has been changed again.

I saw that behind him was a long sword with a black scabbard and a large heavy crossbow.

On both sides of the waist hang a leather sheath dagger with a length of about forty centimeters and a small repeating hand crossbow filled with crossbows.

Horat’s basic occupation is a wanderer, which Thorne is still clear, but judging from the other party’s equipment and dress, it is very likely that he has advanced to other occupations.

“Time flies so fast, we parted at the waterfall, we haven’t seen each other for about a year and a half, the last time I heard that you passed by Sarajan, and you left just as soon as you made time to look for you. “

Horat sighed and greeted, and after speaking, he habitually raised his hand and prepared to put it on Thorne’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know you settled in Twilight Town at the time.” Thorne raised his brows slightly, dodging his arm sideways.

He and Horat met in Waterfall Town. When the game first started, they studied together in the militia training camp in Waterfall Town for a period of time.

Half a year later, the other party left the town in pursuit of his dream, and has never been in contact since.

“You know, I’m a wanderer who likes to pursue assassination, so those natural paths in Fallstown are not for me.”

Horat put away his arms that were stiff in the air and smiled lightly.

“So you have found your own path, congratulations.” Thorne said thoughtfully.

“Since you’ve come here, do you want to meet Lord Sarayan with me?” After thinking for a while, Horat pointed to a room in the town and said to Thorne.

“No, I’m going to leave early tomorrow morning.” Thorne didn’t look at the place where Horat pointed, but refused directly.

“Tell you the bad news. The gnolls have already surrounded the North Gate. Many adventurers and businessmen are trapped in the town and can’t get out. I’m afraid the gnolls will be repelled before they can resume their passage.”

Horat looked towards the north of the town and said with a slightly heavy expression.

“It’s okay, I can go around from other places.” Thorne heard the words with a nonchalant look.

Twilight Town was built beside the Emerald River, and the west of the town was blocked by the turbulent Emerald River, which was impassable even for ships.

To the east is a bottomless swamp full of mud and rotting shrubs, so there are only two exits, north and south.

The quickest way to get to Fallstown is to start from the north gate of Twilight Town, follow a trade road through Iron Horse Town, Stallman Town and Horn Township, and finally arrive at Fallshang Town, which is the most northerly.

Since the passage between Twilight Town and Iron Horse Town is blocked by gnolls, it is enough for Thorne to bypass this blocked section of the road from the complicated swampy terrain on the right side of the town.

Although this will reduce his travel speed, at least it is more effective than sitting in the town and waiting.

“As an excellent ranger, it’s not difficult for you to do this.” Horat turned to look at Thorne with a look of surprise.

Then he glanced at the dim afterglow, and said to Thorne:

“As the saying goes: The sun rises in the east and the west sets in the west, and the acquaintances of the sea of ​​people are scattered at the table. We will get together tonight, and we should see you off. The war has been tight recently, and there may not be time tomorrow, this **** jackal!”

“That’s not necessary, I prefer to leave quietly.” Thorne leaned on the city wall and looked at the setting sun in the sky, rejected Horat’s kindness, and said lightly.

“You’re still the same, okay, we’re leaving here, good luck!” Horat sighed, stretched out his right hand and said to Thorne.

“May Twilight Town stand tall!”

Thorne stood up straight and held Horat’s right hand with a sincere blessing.

“Oh, right!”

Horat turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly stopped and said to Thorne, “That guy Carlos sent me a message saying that if he met you in the wilderness, I’ll give you a message.”

“What?” Thorne’s expression changed, and his expression was a little dignified.

“Come back as soon as your heart is enough!” Horat gave Thorne a slightly complicated look, leaving a back and a sentence.

“I know…”

Thorne looked at Horat’s disappearing figure and replied calmly.

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed, the color of everything gradually faded, and everything became hazy.

Thorne stood on the city wall, and the cold wind raised his long loose hair. He looked at the vast mountains that could be seen in the distance, and the crowd of jackals that drove the goblin kobold away. Accompanied by bursts of reprimands and screams, he gradually walked. away.

The rich blood splattered on the ground under the city wall was mixed with the glow of the rays of the sun, as if exuding a seductive fragrance. The greedy piranhas happily jumped out of the water from the moat, splashing **** streaks.

Snapped!

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Thorne, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Clang!

Thorne, who was in deep thought, was shocked, and the subconscious long sword was instantly unsheathed, exuding a cold light and pointing back.

“Why are you here? I’m sorry…” Thorne said apologetically when he saw the figure behind him, and immediately put away the blade.

Andrina was relieved to see Thorne take back the long sword, then leaned against the city wall and threw Thorne a beautiful white eye:

“Seeing that you haven’t come down for so long, I thought you had an accident, so I came over to take a look, and then… I almost died by your hands.”

“I’m sorry, since Twilight Town has arrived, you can do it yourself. I have other things, so I won’t be with you.”

Feeling the other party’s gaze, Thorne said with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

After he finished speaking, he brought the hood back to his head, passed Andersina’s gaze, moved his steps, and walked directly to the steps of the tower.