Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 8 The Troll Hunter
Under the thick night, the gloomy black clouds over Winter City covered the entire sky, and it made people feel very depressing just by looking at it.

But at this time, the bloody arena is extremely lively, as if it is having a final carnival.

When Thorne held a long sword and short sword dedicated to the arena in each hand, he slowly stepped into the center of the blood-stained bowl pit.

The eyes of the nobles in the auditorium lit up, and they immediately started chattering.

"Just this small body? Want to challenge a hundred consecutive victories?"

"Unbelievable!"

"What's wrong with the small body, the ogre is still being fucked!"

"What type of monster will you meet today?"

"The one who was beheaded yesterday was a bloodthirsty owl-headed bear."

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"Hey! Isn't this Young City Lord Brant? If you don't defend the city, why are you still in the mood to hang out here?"

In the most conspicuous position of the auditorium, a handsome red-haired man leaned on a chair, crossed his legs, took a sip of the scarlet wine from a crystal goblet, and said casually when he saw the man in armor rushing over.

"Mr. Vassilis, it seems that you are very interested today!" The armored man took off his metal helmet and said with a faint smile on his resolute face.

After that, he unceremoniously sat beside the red-haired man, picked up the wine bottle on the table, unscrewed the cork and drank wildly.

"Winter City is guarded by the glorious guardian Sorcerer Kaladna and your father. I am always in a good mood." Vasilis glanced at the towering wizard tower and smiled indifferently.

"is it?"

Brant spit out two words in a strange tone, then threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Young Castellan Brant, did you come here just to throw a wine bottle?" Vassilis still maintained a kind smile.

"Who is the half-elf in the audience? It looks familiar." Brandt didn't answer, but shifted his gaze to the arena. When he saw Thorn's back, he asked Vasilis.

"Of course you are familiar. This is an outsider from the lower city, a wandering ranger. You caught him in the dungeon yourself last month." Vassilis replied, staring at the wine glass in his hand.

"It turned out to be him!" Brant showed a hint of surprise, and then said with a twinkle in his eyes, "Mr. Vasilis, are you interested in taking a gamble?"

"Oh? Of course I'm willing to accompany you!" Vasilis's drifting eyes narrowed slightly, he glanced at Brant unexpectedly, and readily agreed.

Then he asked, "Then what are you betting on?"

"I heard that your Maureen family has recently recruited two high-ranking wizards. I would like to invite them to sit at the east gate. The hobgoblins there should welcome them very much.

I just don't know if the young master of your family can be the master? "Brant said after thinking for a while.

When Vassilis heard the words, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he immediately regained his composure. He put his eyes on the crystal goblet in his hand and pondered for a moment:
"Of course no problem, but if I win, I need your full support. After all, my younger brothers are not the masters of security."

"It is an honor to work with Mr. Vasilis!"

Brant responded happily. As a soldier on the front line, Brant naturally knew how severe the situation in Winter City was.

Winter City is an independent free city, ostensibly ruled by his lord father Roselet.

But the real economic control of the city is controlled by the four major families headed by the Moraine family.

The four major families jointly contributed money, and the city lord force used the money to maintain the army and was responsible for the guarding of Winter City, and all business affairs within the city could not be interfered.

In other words, as long as the four major families cut off their offerings, the army of Winter City will be hungry.

However, the wizards in the wizard tower have always maintained neutrality, and never interfered with everything in the city except for the critical moment of the cold winter city.

The current Cold Winter City is surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the soldiers of the city have been fighting bloody battles in front. These nobles headed by the four major families live comfortably under the protection of the city lord and the Wizard Tower forces.

As their financial resources continued to grow, these nobles who started as merchants finally set their sights on the location of the City Lord's Mansion.

Watching the soldiers guarding the city wall continue to die tragically, the nobles' indifferent eyes only have the desire for power.

They foolishly thought that as long as the army of the City Lord's Mansion is exhausted, they can truly control the entire Winter City by virtue of their accumulated power.

As for those invading foreign enemies?
The nobles had full confidence in the wizards in the wizard tower, and felt that they would be able to resist, after all, they had repelled the demons of the abyss back then.

But Brant knew from his father's cryptic reminder that the wizard tower was already preparing the coordinates for cross-plane transmission, and was ready to retreat at any time.

So he couldn't figure out what the crisis was that even the wizards couldn't handle it?
And what he has to do now is to recover as much damage as possible, and break through quickly when the city is broken.

"Then how does Young City Lord Brandt plan to bet against each other?" Vassilis' voice interrupted Brandt's meditation.

"It's very simple, I'll bet on the half-elf ranger to win this match!" Brant replied looking at Thorne's figure on the arena.

He recalled the unexpected encounter between the two in that remote bar a month ago.

Originally, after being captured, he planned to lock him up for a few days to sharpen his hostility, and then train him to be his own guard.

But what he didn't expect was that he was taken one step ahead of time by the Moraine family and took him away to be a gladiator.

Besides, winning or losing is nothing to him. If he wins, he can get the help of two high-level wizards, and if he loses, he is nothing more than supporting Vasilis.

Cold Winter City is almost lost. These nobles are still thinking about how to fight for power. Maybe with the disappearance of the Wizard Tower, this place will soon be turned into ruins. Who cares about those things.

"It seems that you have full confidence in this wanderer!" Vassilis gave Brant a surprise look.

"It's nothing, it's just pleasing to the eye, so the rest is up to you to choose. I believe you are definitely not the kind of person who likes to break the rules." Brandt said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, but you should actually do a simple investigation. This wandering ranger has won 98 consecutive victories, so according to the rules of the arena, his opponent must be carefully considered."

Vassilis took a sip from the wine glass, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had already won the victory.

"Really? That's such a pity." Brant frowned slightly, pretending to be a little regretful.

"Go and inform, let that troll hunter out, and play with that wandering ranger!" Vassilis ordered the guards around him.

(End of this chapter)