Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 4 Legendary Wizard
"Damn it! You're really alive!" A rough-looking dwarf exclaimed, staring at the two big silver-blue eyes when he saw the black figure appearing at the door.

Then he put down the hammer in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the pipe that was put aside and took a deep breath, and exhaled a series of fist-shaped smoke rings, finally calming down his excited heart slowly.

"Long time no see, Broto, are all the things I ordered ready?" Thorne stood at the door and looked at the dwarf's excited expression, and greeted with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he went straight into the humble blacksmith's shop next to the street in the lower city, and immediately felt a rush of heat, which was in stark contrast to the cold sea breeze outside.

The dwarf player in front of him, Broto, is a very skilled blacksmith, and Thorne's weapons are all worn out by him.

His chosen race is a standard shield dwarf or mountain dwarf.

His fair skin was gradually turning into a bronze color due to years of blacksmithing and flames. A simple gray cloth was covered with strong muscles, and his brown hair and beard were casually tied up because of some obstacles.

In the world of Toril, the shield dwarves are well-known craftsmen who are best at processing metal and stone.

They prefer to devote their energies to their own craft, rather than the ornate artwork and flashy gilding of their golden dwarf brethren.

The work of shield dwarves is enduring, and they leave their own unique mark on their immortal masterpieces as a way of attaining eternity.

And the player Broto is exactly like this. The purpose of entering the game was not to fight and kill, to experience the exciting life of an adventurer.

This is a player who is obsessed with blacksmiths and cannot extricate himself. Two years of blacksmithing career has made him the best blacksmith in the lower city of Winter City.

But the only pity is that he is not interested in magic runes, which is the fundamental reason why he has not been able to forge enchanted weapons.

"Are you kidding? How dare I neglect what you asked for, Thorne? Although I always thought you had died in a dark dungeon, Broto still has to earnestly complete what he promised."

After the dwarf finished speaking, he immediately jumped off the stone platform next to the iron furnace, walked up to Thorn, raised his head and handed over the pipe in his hand:

"Come on! Brother, to celebrate your new life, try the tobacco made by halflings from the Northland. I spent a lot of effort to get it. These addictive things almost used up all my savings."

Thorne was not interested in tobacco, so he shook his head and refused.

The tobacco in Broto's hands was brought by the merchants from the northern port of Winter City to the Northland Wilderness through the Neverwinter Sea, and it is a specialty of the strong-hearted halflings living there.

This kind of tobacco is basically rich and difficult to buy. Like the tea from the Karatu continent, it is a good thing that many spellcasters are keen on.

But it is a pity that the road leading to the continent of Karatu has disappeared, and the amount of tea leaves has been exhausted.

The tobacco made by halflings has a faint fragrance after being lit, which can help spellcasters refresh themselves and make them enter a state of meditation faster. It is also a rare luxury in the noble circle.

But looking at the rough dwarf in front of him enjoying this kind of thing, Thornton felt reckless, like a cow chewing peonies. It was hard to imagine that, as a dwarf who had been in the iron furnace all year round, he never drank alcohol.

"Since it's all done, let's take it out, I'm in a hurry." Then Thorne took out a dozen arrow shafts from the dimensional bag at his waist, put them on the stone table next to him, and sat on the stool Said to Broto.

He will leave Winter City as soon as possible tomorrow morning. Thorne still needs to prepare a lot of necessities for the journey. Seeing that the sky is getting dark, he doesn't want to waste time.

"It seems that this dark dungeon hasn't worn away your impatience. I just heard from Storm that you are still alive, and I saw you appear in Anderina's bar with my own eyes. I still don't quite believe it... "

While talking, Broto walked towards the shelf in the stone house, and then picked up a dusty wooden box.

He blew lightly on the wooden box, and the dust immediately filled the air, and he walked towards Thorne.

Broto put the wooden box on the table, patted the dust off his clothes and beard, and said:

"Did you know? The little nephew of that old dwarf in Storm, Pardo, has successfully become a wizard. Otherwise, that stingy guy wouldn't have gone to the bar to celebrate, and then met you unluckily."

Broto?Pardo?After thinking for a while, Thorn finally remembered.

When he was fighting bandit players in Anderina's bar last month, he almost accidentally injured a dwarf player who likes to eat melons. He should be the one he was talking about.

In the lower city of Winter City, there are not many players, and there are even fewer players who choose the dwarf race. After all, the height...everyone knows it.

They are basically melee players, relying on their own good attribute panels, workers doing some hard work on the docks.

Although he was a little tired, he could at least survive, unlike him who risked his life every day to fight bloody battles, who might turn into a cold corpse one day.

Thorne probably already guessed who Broto was talking about. As for wizard players...

He admired the opponent's perseverance. Before the accident happened in this game, the profession of wizard could be said to be avoided by many players.

Because the Pardo mentioned by Broto just now is a very ready-made example. After playing for two years, he was successfully employed as a level 1 wizard. He really has no game experience.

Although wizards are noble spellcasting professions, they are not as powerful as imagined before mastering spells above the third ring.

Melee occupations can deal with one or two weak humanoid creatures such as goblins and kobolds by themselves after at least half a year of training.

Two years to work as a wizard, is this playing a game?
However, the incident a year ago made the players realize that the game is actually playing all the players, and the players were all played by the game, and were ruthlessly thrown into this dangerous world!

Thorne gently opened the wooden box on the table, and a box of neatly arranged arrows appeared in front of him with a faint cold light.

A complete arrow consists of a head, shaft and fletching.

Both the arrow shaft and the arrow feather Thorne can easily handle, but he can't do anything with this arrow alone, so his arrows are all customized by Broto, and then assembled by himself.

Thorne picked up an arrow smeared with anti-rust grease, felt the weight in his palm, and nodded in satisfaction.

So I immediately picked up the arrow shaft and started assembling.

Armor-piercing Arrow:
Features: Pierce +2, Armor Break +1
(Note: The arrows are sharp enough to pierce armor, coupled with the Jedral Arrow Bamboo from the Southern Kingdom and the feathers of the Dire Eagle, the power and accuracy cannot be underestimated!)

After assembling all the arrows, Thorne put them into the quiver, took out ten gold coins from his pocket, put them on the table, and turned to leave.

But when he was about to reach the door, he paused and turned around suddenly.

Thorn looked at the busy shield dwarf Broto, and said in a deep voice, "Winter City is in danger, I advise you to leave as soon as possible!"

After speaking, he disappeared into the crowd outside the door without hesitation.

In Winter City, Broto can be said to be a relatively good friend except for the girl paladin Nolan. Thorne's intuition told him that Winter City really couldn't stay any longer.

So he reminded Broto that it was his business whether the other party paid attention to it or not.

Hearing Thorne's advice, Broto paused in mid-air with his hammer-wielding hand, and finally lowered it slowly.

His rough face showed a rare sadness, and he muttered to himself: "Where should I go after leaving here?"

Broto is a shield dwarf, he feels lucky and sad for his wise choice at the beginning...

Because this race has a lifespan of nearly 400 years, after the painful torment, his only goal in life is to live a mediocre life!
"The glorious guardian—the legendary wizard Kaladna will definitely protect this miraculous city that survived the turbulent age!"

Seeing the magnificent wizard tower outside the window, Broto muttered to himself.

Because he thought of Pardo who had just arrived with the old dwarf Storm. The young wizard was very talkative and told him many stories about the legendary wizard.

Broto's silver-blue eyes became firmer, and the hammer in his hand became more powerful.

(End of this chapter)