Half-elf Ranger

fire!

There was fire everywhere, and the raging fire illuminated the entire night sky. The **** arena was full of panic and fearful screams and the strange, terrifying and excited laughter in the air.

Blood!

There was blood everywhere, and the strong **** smell mixed with the stench of burning corpses shrouded the entire upper city of Winter City. The sky seemed to be dyed red with blood, and a strange dark red appeared.

Boom!

Thorne rolled on the spot in embarrassment, and suddenly a dark red fireball the size of a washbasin detonated not far away.

Looking at the shocking circular dirt pit and the large pieces of smashed corpses, Thorne broke out in a cold sweat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Afterwards, he patted the dirt on his clothes and hair, coughed a few times, and inhaled the strong sulphur breath that caused the strong discomfort in his abdomen, and finally got some relief.

The demon from the abyss has descended!

No one knew where they came out of nowhere, more like they fell from the sky and suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

“So… um, help… me!” A weak voice mixed with an infinite desire for life, with a hint of surprise, suddenly sounded behind Thorne.

Thorne froze for a moment, then immediately turned to look in the direction of the source of the sound.

It’s the rogue player Danilo I met in Andrina’s bar today!

At this time, Danilo’s handsome face has long been occupied by filth and blood, and the long flowing elf hair has also turned yellow due to the baking of the flame.

His legs were rubbed by the dark red flames and became bloody, causing him to lose his ability to move. He lay on the ground and struggled with his arms to climb towards Thorne, leaving two shocking bloodstains.

Seeing Thorne, Danilo seemed to have caught the last straw.

“I haven’t found you yet, and you brought it to the door yourself!” Seeing Danilo, Thorne’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then he drew out the dark red sword from his waist and said sharply.

“For the sake of… players, please… please help… save me.” Danilo pleaded with Thorne with all his strength.

As an elf player, he has a lifespan of nearly 800 years, and he hasn’t enjoyed enough life yet. He really doesn’t want to die in a foreign land so silently.

“For the sake of the players? Why didn’t you think of this when the more than 100 unarmed players in Talan Village were brutally murdered by you brutal bandits!”

When Thorne heard the words, recalling the tragedy a month ago, he was furious and roared at Danilo angrily.

“…” Danilo, whose face was pale, was speechless and lowered his head in shame.

puff!

The target is dead!

Extract the target soul energy and gain 300 experience points!

“The blood debt must be paid in blood!” Thorne chopped off Danilo’s head with a sword, left a cold sentence, and turned to flee to the safe area.

Boom!

Thorne jumped violently, dodged the aftermath of a dark red fireball again, glanced at a smashed corpse beside him, and quickly ran towards the gate of the fence where slaves and beasts were being held.

Clang!

Looking at the locked fence gate, Thorne swung his long sword vigorously, and the chain suddenly snapped, then pushed the door and walked in.

In the dim corridor, the only light source was the torches on both sides of the wall.

The explosion of flames, the wild laughter of demons, and the breath of fear from the bottomless abyss made these slaves and beasts imprisoned in iron cages irritable. This is a fear of death and a desire to survive!

They roared, frantically slamming against the chain-locked door with their blood-drenched flesh and blood, tirelessly and in pain.

But these cages for beasts and slaves, in order to prevent all kinds of unstable factors from happening, are extraordinarily strong.

Even if the fireball technique of the Balor Balrog hit the roof, there was only a slight vibration and a little dust fell.

The fierce resistance of these slaves and beasts with a strong desire to survive is doomed to be futile.

Thorne held his long sword and looked at some nobles, guards and staff who were taking refuge in the corridor. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath of the cold, humid and foul-smelling air, and walked towards the people who were sheltering from the disaster as if nothing had happened.

“Thorn! What are you doing?” The narrator, the goblin wizard, saw Thorne who was approaching, and his heart palpitations flashed away, and then he asked vigilantly.

“It turned out to be respecting Mage Kerr, what can I do for you? Those **** demons in the abyss! I had to flee here in embarrassment.” Thorne immediately put away the long sword in his hand, and a trace appeared on his face. Said with a respectful smile.

“Don’t worry! The glorious guardian will put an end to this disaster, this sturdy arena cage will shelter us, stay at ease, little guy!” The goblin wizard saw Thorne’s respectful expression, secretly Said with a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much, Your Excellency Wizard Kerr!” Thorne possessed slightly and walked towards the goblin wizard with a smile.

When Thorne was about to approach the goblin wizard, there was a sudden flash of coldness in his eyes.

In the dimly lit space, Thorne drew out his long sword at a very fast speed, stabbed him in the throat fiercely under the goblin wizard’s astonished eyes, and slowly fell down.

The target is dead!

Extract the target’s soul energy and gain 400 experience points!

By understanding the battle, you get 20 practice points!

“Despicable wanderer! You are courting death!” a richly dressed noble yelled at Thorne.

The staff of the arena and the noble guards also reacted immediately, showing their weapons and staring at Thorne with a long sword vigilantly.

Thorne held the blood-stained longsword, glanced at the guards surrounding the nobles, immediately took the slave collar control device from the goblin wizard’s pocket, and stepped back.

The reason why he dared to make a sneak attack blatantly was because he saw that these nobles who took refuge did not have many guards, and they did not pose a great threat to him.

Clang!

Thorne walked to the door of the prison where the orc player was imprisoned, waved the long sword in his hand, and the iron chain made of stainless steel snapped.

“My God! Stop him, this lowly half-elf is going to release the imprisoned slave!” The noble exclaimed when he saw Thorne’s action, and then immediately ordered the guards around him to stop Thorne.

Thorne dragged the heavy cell door open, glanced at the orc player who had secretly handed him the rags, threw the slave collar control device in his hand to the opponent, and then clenched his long sword to meet the rushing noble guard.

In the pitch-dark cell, the orc players, who had already turned ashes, could not hide their excitement when they saw Thorne appear, and a strong vitality burst out from their dead eyes.

Several barbarian players roared angrily, and in a crackling sound, their bodies were filled with explosive power.

“For the tribe! Rush out!” The orc player who received Thorne’s control device immediately untied the forbidden magic collar around his neck. He roared, and the whole body immediately began to frantically condense violent magic fluctuations.

Horrible trend!

Seeing the three guards rushing towards him, Thorne looked calm, and immediately activated the special ability attached to his background expertise, and a deterrent **** aura instantly pressed the three guards fiercely.

Obviously, the strength of these guards of the nobles is only about the second-order extraordinary level, and they are shrouded in the powerful momentum exuding from Thorne’s body.

Thorne naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity, he drew a short sword from his waist again and rushed towards the three guards.

Puff puff!

The three guards who were too late to react were instantly slashed by Thorne’s long sword with cold light through their fatal throats, and then slowly fell down.

The target is dead!

Extract the target’s soul energy and gain 500 experience points!

By understanding the battle, you get 50 practice points!

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“Orcs are never slaves!”

After walking out of the cell, an orc who had turned on the frenzy roared loudly, and a heart-piercing roar resounded throughout the corridor. Then, he picked up the weapons in the hands of the dead noble guards and began to cut down the cages holding the orcs one by one.

“Orcs are never slaves!”

And the rest of the other orcs also roared in unison, and they rushed to the nobles who were evading disasters in front of them with bare fists and unleashed their anger!

Watching the large number of rescued orc players, Thorne stood there, watching the riot that he caused.

Winter City is now surrounded by enemies on all sides, even if they regain their freedom now, where should they go?

“Thank you for this brother’s help, your great kindness, our entire Frostwolf clan will never forget!” An orc player walked up to Thorne and said.

“You’re welcome, it’s just a little effort.” Thorne put away his weapon and turned around and said unconcernedly.

Then Thorne glanced at the other party and the Orc Juggernaut who was being supported because of a chest injury, and asked the orc player who just spoke, “Are you the Great Chief Sarn?”

“It’s hard to be ashamed!” Saen said with some shame.

“Then what are your plans in the future?” Thorne asked again after thinking for a while.

“Plan?” Saen was startled, his eyes were confused.

They were originally orcs in the northern wasteland. For their dreams, they escaped from the evil orc tribe to survive in the cracks.

Although they rely on the player’s own wisdom, do not steal or rob, grow food, domesticate livestock and build camps by themselves, everything is developing in a good direction.

However, the harvest day was originally a day worth celebrating. The sudden disaster caused them, the orc players, to suffer annihilation. Those evil orcs would pay attention to them because they could not grab the food.

After a breakout, more than half of the tribe of more than 1,000 people were killed or injured, and they had to go to the eastern human beings.

Who would have thought that this was the real beginning of the disaster, they were too naive, how could the nobles of these human kingdoms believe in orcs.

They fell into the trap of human beings!

Then they all acted as slaves, and nearly 500 orcs were sold like pigs to Winter City on the other side of the Neverwinter Sea.

In the process of transporting a cruel and harsh voyage, under the torture of illness and hunger, more than half of the orc players died!

Despair pervades the hearts of every orc player. Many players can’t bear the thoughts of their families and the unknown fate they face after crossing the border. Under the double torture, they choose to end their life here.

Every time Saen thinks of his rhetoric and promises to the players, he is ashamed and wants to take his own life hastily.

But he understands that he can’t do this. He is the spiritual leader of the players in the entire tribe. If he dies, then these players who are still struggling will collapse like houses without pillars.

So when Sann saw Thorne, the only player in Winter City, he recklessly tried to ask for help, and quietly stuffed the scraps of help he had kept into Thorne’s hands.

Although they were rescued now, where should they go?

After all, in this world of Toril, the orc race is synonymous with chaos and evil!

“If you can escape from the city, go to the town on the waterfall! It is a territory established by our players and will not exclude you.” Thorne said after thinking for a while, and then took out a map and Sann. Pointed in the direction:

“Walking north along this forest, be sure to avoid the human villages and towns. After reaching the waterfall town, go to a player named Carlos. He said that Thorne, the far-traveler, guided you to come here, and he will take you in. .”

Then Thorne paused and said: “Of course, the premise is that you can successfully rush out of Winter City.”

Now that Winter City is in crisis on all sides, the city guards are busy defending the city, and the noble area has been miserable by two Balor flames, so tonight is the best time for them to leave the city.

“Thanks a lot!” Sane said gratefully after taking Thorne’s map.

“Then I wish you good luck, we’ll see you in town at the waterfall!” Thorne patted San’s shoulder and said.

“You must live!” Saen’s confused eyes became firm, and then he extended his right hand and said solemnly.

“Live!” Thorne held Saen’s broad and powerful palm, looked at the other party’s firm gaze, and said solemnly.

In this cruel world…

One word: live!

It is the most intimate blessing between players and players!

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