Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 77 Internal Contradictions

The hazy mist shrouded Twilight Town, intertwined with the morning light, driven by the breeze, reluctantly left.

It reveals a towering guard tower, bathed in gorgeous rosy clouds, as if inlaid with a layer of bright gold, standing majestically above the sky, dazzling people's eyes.

hum!
At this time, a subtle magical aura flashed from the very top of the tower, and there was a soft sound, and then an invisible energy wave gradually spread from the whole body.

Bang bang bang!
Inside the blacksmith shop, a burly dwarf with furrow-like wrinkles on his face and a gray beard rolled up his sleeves and was seriously beating an unformed artwork.

Suddenly, a shattered sunset emblem on his chest trembled slightly, and the hazel black eyes of the dwarf blacksmith froze for a moment.

Then subconsciously looked up at the sky, then put down the work in hand, put on a fur coat, and muttered as he walked: "Damn it! I hate seeing that barbaric guy."

The tall and straight shadow trees spread over the cold black city wall of Twilight Town, condescending, watching this important military town indifferently.

The dense branches are intertwined, and driven by the breeze, the bronze-colored round leaves are swirled and scattered on the city wall, moat, and yellow grass, like copper coins all over the ground.

Horat, a drow half-elf dressed in black, stepped on the fallen leaves of the city wall, his long withered white hair swaying gently, looking towards the direction of the guard tower with a solemn expression, muttering to himself: "This is a must Have you made a big move?"

Then he tightened the gray scarf wrapped around his neck and walked towards the tower.

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Inside the guard tower in Twilight Town.

A group of strangely dressed people gathered on a certain floor. There were humans, elves, half-elves, gnomes, and a mountain dwarf who just walked in through the door.

"I have to admit that this tower is the greatest masterpiece of my life, praise the great Moradin!"

The dwarf blacksmith in a fur coat entered the room, couldn't help sighing, then walked to the rectangular marble table and sat on a chair specially prepared for his height.

"You should praise every lord sitting here, praise every soldier who is fighting at the forefront in Twilight Town, instead of the bullshit gods you talk about every day when you are drunk, but never respond!"

Diagonally opposite the dwarf blacksmith, a rough barbarian smacked his lips and mocked disdainfully.

"Damn barbarian, your stinking mouth is like the loincloth of the Northland orcs, and your behavior is like those brainless ogres. I see a combination of orcs and ogres in you. Of course you inherit All are flaws."

The gods he believed in were insulted, and the dwarf blacksmith's face twitched with wrinkles instead of water chestnuts. He suppressed his anger and responded fiercely.

"Look at you, you look like a barking kobold hiding in a hole in the ground, I'm really ashamed of you dwarves." The barbarian sneered and retorted.

"Gehao, shut up, you bullied an old man with a big pile of muscles, and you've hated it for so long." The woman in red who sat opposite the barbarian, Wei Shala, couldn't stand it, and yelled at him.

boom!
"Because of this old guy's mistake, three of my brothers died, in your eyes, is it a piece of shit?" The barbaric personality slammed the marble table, glaring at Weishala.

"He has already paid the price for his mistakes. Are you thinking that Sarayang hasn't come yet, and you want to stir up internal conflicts?" Weishala responded lightly without showing any weakness.

Hearing Sarayan, Gehao shrank his eyes, subconsciously glanced at the empty seat in front of him, and then looked outside the door, then changed the subject and smacked his lips, taunting Vesala:

"I heard that you were beaten last night and spit blood all over the floor. Tsk tsk tsk, a level 7 warlock, it's really embarrassing."

"Horat, your dark web management is too wide. I have warned you that no eyeliner is allowed in my hotel!"

Visara felt Gehao's mocking face, her pretty face changed, her chest rose and fell slightly, and then she turned her head to look at the half-elf Horat sitting beside her and asked.

"Ma'am, put away your scrutinizing eyes, it's not up to you to tell me what to do." Horat glanced at Vesara, leaned back on the chair, and said unhurriedly.

"Yeah, even the people who forcibly broke into Twilight Town dared to let go. My people were kicked, and you didn't even dare to say a fart. Do you know what the rules are?"

Opposite Horat, an elf bard with light green short hair said in a strange way while holding a small dagger and trimming his shiny nails.

"Rules? Heh, a person who only thinks about the lower body all day long talks to me about the rules?" Hollat ​​smiled lightly, and the words lower body were deliberately emphasized a bit.

"That's why my hand speed is not as fast as yours, isn't it?" The elf bard stretched out his slender fingers gracefully, and responded softly.

"Let me just say, why do you have so many calluses on your hands, that's how it is." Wei Shala immediately took up the conversation, and deliberately looked at Horat's right hand, showing a look of surprise.

"Yeah, it's incomparable to a skilled person like you." Horat shrugged, tightened the scarf around his neck, shook his head helplessly and smiled.

"Of course I'm proficient, there are half a hundred people, can she not be proficient? Hahaha..." The savage personality Hao's assist came immediately, and then he deliberately laughed out loud.

Smiling and smiling, Ge Hao felt that something was wrong, and looked at the crowd suspiciously, with an expression that seemed to say: Don't you all laugh at such a funny thing?

The atmosphere in the tower suddenly became weird, and almost everyone sitting there looked at Gehao who was sitting there with a smirk.

"You are courting death!"

Weishala got up instantly after swearing, and roared angrily, and violent magic power fluctuations began to frantically gather around her body.

—— "Four Rings Spell: Shadow Tentacle!"

Five dark energy tentacles broke out from the barbaric personality Hao's body. The thickness of the tentacles was about the same as an adult's arm, but the length was nearly 10 meters.

This dark tentacle made entirely of shadow energy crazily entangled Gehao the moment it appeared.

—— "Advanced Berserk!"

Finally noticing something was wrong, Gehao's face changed, and he roared, and his unusually strong body began to expand rapidly, accompanied by crackling noises.

The bones of his whole body rose one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his whole body turned into a behemoth more than three meters high, desperately resisting the crazily entwined shadow tentacles.

"Enough! Stop it!"

A deafening shout came from the direction of the door.

Weishala calmed down the anger in her heart, glanced at the barbaric personality Hao, and withdrew the spell.

The savage personality Hao felt that the shadow energy disappeared, and his huge body quickly returned to its original shape, and immediately sat on the chair obediently.

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