Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 73 Acquaintances
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the city wall through the swaying shadowy bushes. The orange-yellow light did not bring any warmth, but radiated the cold light against the cold sword blade.

"Horrat, is this how you treat guests in Twilight Town?"

Thorn, who was standing next to the door switch, was taken aback when he heard the familiar cold shout not far away, and a trance flashed in his expression, and then he said lightly.

"Ok?"

A voice of surprise and doubt came from the leading man in black.

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

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

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

"Thorn!"

Horat, the leading man in black, exclaimed, and a look of joy appeared on his stern face.

Then he immediately waved his hand and said to the subordinates beside him: "It's all gone, this is a friend from Pushang Town."

Clang clang!
As soon as Horat's words fell, the sound of sharp knives being sheathed sounded one after another. The guards looked at Horat in surprise and left in an orderly manner.

"A group of jackals chased you into Twilight Town, brother Thorne, this is not your style, what you should do is to use your precise archery skills to play them in the dense jungle, or let them They're going to eat the ashes of your feet."

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

"Your guards are too dedicated. There is no other way. In order to protect the two friends, this is the only way to do it." Thorne looked at the man in front of him, leaned against the city wall and shrugged helplessly.

Like Thorne, Horat is also a half-elf, but his elf blood comes from the drow elves in the underground world.

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

After Thorn finished speaking, he took a careful look at the other party. He was dressed in a slightly modern black outfit and a conspicuous gray scarf, which was wrapped around his neck and hung down to his chest.

It's still the familiar style, and I still like to wear a scarf around my neck.

But the equipment of the whole body has been changed again.

What he saw behind his back was a long sword with a black scabbard and a large heavy crossbow.

On both sides of the waist hang a dagger with a leather sheath about [-] centimeters in length and a small repeating hand crossbow filled with crossbow gaps.

Horat's basic class is a rogue, Thorne is still clear about this, but judging from the other party's equipment and attire, it is very likely that he has advanced to other classes.

"Time flies so fast. Farewell to Pushang Town. The two of us haven't seen each other for about a year and a half. The last time I heard from Sarayan that you were passing by here, you left just as you were about to look for you. "

Horat sighed and greeted, and then he habitually raised his hand to put the tower on Thorne's shoulder.

"I didn't know you were living in Twilight Town at the time." Thorne frowned slightly, avoiding the opponent's arm sideways.

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

Half a year later, the other party left the town in order to pursue his dream, and they have never been in contact since then.

"You know, I'm a rogue who likes to pursue the way of assassination, so those natural ways in Fallstown are not suitable for me."

Horat put away his arms that were frozen in mid-air, and smiled faintly.

"So you have found your own path, congratulations." Thorn said thoughtfully.

"Since you have come here, would you like to go with me to meet Lord Sarayan?" After thinking for a while, Horat pointed to a room in the town and said to Thorn.

"No need, I'm going to leave early tomorrow morning." Thorn didn't look at the place Horat pointed to, but directly refused.

"I have some bad news for you. The gnolls have completely surrounded the north gate. Many adventurers and merchants are trapped in the town and cannot get out. I'm afraid the gnolls will not be able to resume their passage until the gnolls are repelled."

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 this, showing a nonchalant expression.

Twilight Town is built next to the Emerald River, and the west of the town is blocked by the raging Emerald River that even boats cannot pass.

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

The fastest way to Fallstown is to start from the north gate of Twilight Town, follow a trade route through Iron Horse Town, Stowman Town, and Horn Town, and finally reach the northernmost town of Fallstown.

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

Although this will slow down his traveling speed, at least it is much more effective than sitting in the town and waiting.

"As an excellent ranger, this matter really won't trouble you." Horat turned to look at Thorne, showing a dazed look.

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

"As the saying goes: The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the crowds of acquaintances are scattered at the banquet. We will get together tonight, and I will see you off. The recent war is tense, and there may not be time tomorrow, you damn jackal!"

"That's unnecessary, I prefer to leave quietly alone." Thorne leaned on the city wall and looked at the setting sun in the sky, rejecting Horat's kindness, and said lightly.

"You are still the same, that's fine, we will leave here, I wish you good luck!" Horat sighed, stretched out his right hand and said to Thorne.

"May Twilight Town stand!"

Thorne stood up straight, held Horat's right hand and sincerely blessed him.

"Oh, right!"

Horat turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped and said to Thorn: "That guy Carlos sent me a message saying that if I meet you in the wilderness, I will send you a message."

"What?" Thorne asked with a serious look on his face.

"Come back early if you're relieved enough!" Horat looked at Thorne with a slightly complicated look, leaving behind a back and a sentence.

"I see……"

Thorne looked at Hollat's disappearing figure, and replied calmly.

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed, and the colors of all things gradually faded, and all the scenes became hazy.

Thorne stood on the city wall, his long hair was blown by the cold wind. He looked at the vast mountains that were faintly visible in the distance, and the crowd of jackals driving away the goblin kobolds. drifting away.

The thick blood splashed on the ground under the city wall mixed with the sunlight, as if exuding a tempting fragrance, and the greedy piranha jumped out of the water happily from the moat, splashing streaks of blood.

Snapped!
At this time, a figure appeared behind Thorne, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Clang!
Thorne, who was in deep thought, was startled suddenly, and the long sword subconsciously unsheathed in an instant, pointing backward with an icy cold light.

"Why are you here? Sorry..." Seeing the figure behind him, Thorne immediately put away his weapon and said apologetically.

Seeing Thorn take back the sword, Andelina breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned against the city wall, and threw Thorn a beautiful look:

"Seeing that you haven't come down for such a long time, I thought something happened to you, 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 take care of yourself. I have other things to do, so I won't be with you."

Sensing the other party's gaze, Thorne said with a slightly embarrassed expression.

After finishing speaking, he put the hood back on his head, glanced at Anderina, moved his feet, and walked directly to the steps of the tower.

　(Thanks to the book friends: Zhengqi Haoran, Flying Wild Wolf, White Hunter's Moon, Viewing the Wind and Rain for a Thousand Years, Nine Domain V Daochang, for the reward, thank you for your support!!!)

　　
　
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