Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 10 Frostwolf Clan
Target is dead!
Extract the soul energy of the target and get 700 experience points!
Through the understanding of the battle, you get 100 practice points!
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In the bloody arena, the battle between Thorne and the troll came to an end with the dismemberment of the troll and the cheers of the nobles!
At this moment, Thorne was resting cross-legged in a cold and damp dark room inside the fence gate, and was about to prepare for the final battle.

In the pitch-black hut, a few fist-sized mice greedily licked dry the unknown bloodstains and minced meat on the ground before sneaking away.

Thorne raised his right arm, which seemed to be unconscious, with some difficulty, and then slowly kneaded his left hand to dredge the muscles and bones.

He learned this method of mobilizing muscles and bones from a player who is proficient in massage. Facts have proved that this simple massage technique is really useful.

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

The huge counter-shock force produced by the collision of the two weapons was completely borne by Thorne.

His right arm, in particular, suffered the most serious injuries.

Now that the battle was over, when Thorn's tense expression relaxed, all the pain suddenly hit his whole body.

But this wasn't the first time this kind of encounter happened, so Thorne handled it with ease.

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

What's more, when he created the panel, he adjusted the elven blood more than the human blood.

For the battle just now, if Thorne hadn't possessed the tenacity specialty, it would have been very difficult for him to cope.

[Stubbornness (personal expertise): The stubbornness in your character makes it difficult for you to be swayed 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. Even if your head is hit hard, you can still keep your mind clear . 】

In this different world, professional specialties are the easiest for players to obtain. As long as they meet the level requirements after leveling up, they will be automatically obtained.

It is a good cheat for players.

But general expertise is not so easy.

The easiest way is to use the training method pointed by the instructor, and then practice over time until you get the professional 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 mastered accidentally by an inadvertent blow to the head, and the athlete is also suddenly realized by an unconscious running.

But the same method is not necessarily applicable to other players.

[Sportsman (personal expertise): You are a natural athlete. When you run, climb, jump, swim, etc., your efficiency is often better than others. 】

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Crunch!

Thorne, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening, so he immediately raised his head and looked towards the light of 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 covered in dried blood, holding a scarred helmet in his left hand, looking at him with a half-smile.

Thorne was quite impressed with the young man in front of him. A month ago, he was fighting with a group of bandit players in Anderina's bar.

It was this man who subdued Thorn instantly without any reaction, and was then sent to the underground death row by the city guards.

He is the son of the Lord of Winter City: Brant Ironhand!

Although Thorne was a little puzzled by this person's visit, he didn't ask more questions, but chose to remain silent and sit still.

"Are you Thorne?" Brant asked directly.

"Exactly!" Thorne replied lightly.

"Lucky half-elf, your ability has been recognized by me, you can come with me now and leave this disgusting place." Seeing Thorne's unchanging expression, Brant nodded secretly.

When he first met the other party in that remote tavern, it was the calm and unyielding character of the other party that aroused his interest.

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 His Excellency Brandt's favor. Unfortunately, I am a guardian of the wilderness, so I can only regretfully reject this." Thorne was startled for a while, then slowly shook his head after considering it. road.

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

But Thorne is already free, and he doesn't want to stay in Winter City for a moment longer.

Originally, the purpose of his coming here was to inherit 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 really belongs to the players.

From the fact that Winter City can accept fugitives and cultists from all over the world without restriction, it can be seen that the power holders of Winter City have no good mistakes.

A city that even good gods would not want to come to, Thorne didn't think there was anything that could attract him here.

So Thorn didn't want to get involved with the forces of Winter City, so he could only try to refuse, and make plans after seeing the other party's reaction.

His profession is a ranger, and a ranger is an adventurer dedicated to protecting the wilderness. Their mission is to resist the monsters and humanoid tribes coming from the wilderness, so as to prevent the destruction of civilization.

Thorne is not lying, because this is his future goal.

If Brant in front of him had a little so-called conscience in his heart, then he should understand Thorne's meaning and not make things difficult for him.

Besides, this Brandt didn't give Thorn such a bad impression.

"Really? That's such a pity, may the gods of nature be with you, half-elf warrior from the wilderness!"

When Brant heard this, a look of regret flashed in his eyes, and then he took out a small bottle of potion and threw it to Thorne, then turned and left.

Intermediate Vitality Potion
Special effect: Recover 30% of stamina after use.

"May Winterfell be immortal!" Thorne took the potion thrown by Brant, and immediately stood up and whispered softly towards Brant's back.

Brant, who walked outside the door, heard Thorne's voice, his body suddenly stopped, and then he put on his helmet and left quickly.

In this city of sin, it is rare that there are some people in power who retain their conscience. Thorne sighed, then drank half of the potion in his hand, and then corked the bottle to keep it.

As the potion gradually took effect, Thorn suddenly felt that his tired body was recovering, and the faint pain in his arm completely disappeared.

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

In the dark corridor, the only source of light is the torches on both sides of the wall, but for Thorne who has dark vision, he can 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 crazily, and some leaned against the corner in silence, their faces ashen.

At this time, two figures appeared in the passageway of the corridor. As the two sides continued to approach, Thorne could clearly see each other's face.

An arena guard was escorting an orc forward.

Another player orc!
Thorne took a look and immediately recognized the other party's identity, then subconsciously looked around, and found that many orcs from the northern wilderness were imprisoned in the surrounding iron cages.

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

What happened in the Northland Wasteland?Why so many orc slaves?
Looking at the orcs imprisoned around him, Thorne's expression changed again and again. There were at least three hundred of these orcs.

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

bump!
Suddenly, Thorne, who was distracted, was slammed into by a tall figure, and then Thorne staggered back a few steps.

So Thorne immediately tightened his right hand, gave him a strange look, and left quickly.

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

It was a rag torn from the hem of a garment, with real-world words written in blood on it.

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

"Frostwolf SOS"

It's the Frostwolf Clan calling for help!

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

Then he 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 Sarn, who cannot bear the evil deeds of orcs in the Toril world and the hostility of other races to him.

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

So he formed the orc tribe and became the chief of the orcs, and their tribe name is: Frostwolf Clan!
After seeing this call, many nostalgic players seem to recall a sentence in a certain game in their youth: "For the Horde!"

In an instant, people's blood surged and passion surged!
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 develop into in the future, Thorne didn't pay attention, but what he didn't expect was that they would all become slaves of the bloody arena.

It's incredible.

"It's a pity that I really can't do anything!" Thorne looked at the rag in his hand, which was only the size of a palm, but suddenly felt extremely heavy at this moment. This was a helpless call for help from a desperate player.

For him now, in this cruel different world, self-protection is not enough, so what can he do to save others.

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

(End of this chapter)