The moonlight was like water, and the stars were twinkling. The ruins of a dilapidated village sat on the wilderness, and the stars fell down, reflecting the weeds and vines that were growing brightly, and a bright bonfire burning.

Thorne drank the coffee in the cup, and the bitter taste quickly rushed through his body along the tip of his tongue, and an inexplicable taste kept rolling in his heart.

"A good cup of coffee can cheer you up, cheer you up, and relieve the fatigue of your travels as you embark on a new adventure, young ranger, you seem too impatient."

The wizard Alanis lowered his head and concentratedly busy with the delicious food in the jar, and said casually:

"This is the most delicious coffee in Port Culling, and the wizard who specializes in it grinds it for you personally, your taste is really ugly.

Learn more from the beautiful sorceress beside you, she looks more like a natural nobleman. "

"I'm just a ranger who lives with the wilderness. I like to hunt the dangers that linger on the edge of civilization. As for the elegant images in the mouths of your nobles, they don't suit me."

Thorne glanced at Anderina and said calmly.

"No matter where you live, you always have to communicate with people. A person who is not good at expressing will always add a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Alanis gently stirred the boiling soup and said with a smile, every movement showed dexterity and elegance.

"There are many ways to communicate, but I prefer to communicate with the sharp blade in my hand." Thorne said, looking at the female assassin Irene opposite:

"This beautiful lady, can you accept my challenge?"

After some exchanges with the wizard, Thorne finally confirmed that the other party was not malicious.

In this case, he didn't want to miss this opportunity to train himself. From the temperament of the two people in front of him, Thorne judged that their strength was at least above him.

To be able to learn from a skilled assassin, he is naturally eager, and at the same time allows him to know his inadequacies.

"Young man, I advise you to be kind. Don't always think about fighting and killing. It's too boring. Besides, you are provoking a female assassin."

Alanis glanced at the female assassin's expression, breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted Thorne kindly.

"Do you know how old I am this year? Little guy." The female assassin Irene looked at Thorne with her pale blue eyes and whispered.

Thorne was stunned when he heard the words. He was confused by the other party's strange question, so he glanced up and down at her delicate appearance, and subconsciously guessed: "Twenty-five years old?"

He would like to guess in a bigger direction, but the taboo of age is common to women in both worlds.

Although he didn't quite understand what the female assassin meant, he still chose to be conservative.

The female assassin, Irene, showed a faint smile in the surprised eyes of Alanis, and then lifted the hood covering her head, and then combed her slightly curly black long hair to one side, revealing her pointed ears:

"My clan, like you, I am also a half-elf. Before you were born, I left Waterfall Town and successfully graduated from the Thorns Bird Assassin Academy in the Northland Wasteland."

After the female assassin finished speaking, she drew out another short sword hidden in her leather boots. Under the light of the fire, the hilt was clearly engraved with the logo of the Assassin Academy, while the blade was engraved with fine stripes.

I saw her gently stroking the scratches on the blade and said, "When you learn to walk, my blade is already covered with deep scratches. These belong to the glory of an assassin."

"and then?"

Thorne heard that the other party was also from Waterfall Town, and the last trace of worry disappeared. Then he noticed that the other party was gently stroking the blade, as if he was nostalgic for the past, and asked subconsciously.

"And then went through countless battles in the southern kingdom, big and small, and five years of adventure, until I got an honorable position in..."

As the female assassin was talking, she suddenly felt Alanis' gaze, so she paused, and hurriedly finished the not-so-complete narrative.

"After knowing this, do you still believe that you have the strength to challenge me?" The female assassin Irene smiled at Thorne:

"You are still too young. In a few years, this may change. After all, you are still gifted, but now, you have no chance at all. I don't want my sword to drink the blood of my compatriots."

Thorne, who was eager to try, suddenly felt that Andrina was gently pulling on his sleeve, so he held down her hand, smiled at her, indicated with his eyes that he was fine, then took a deep breath and said slowly:

"If you want to become a real powerhouse, you must have the spirit of fearlessness. You can only retreat for the first time and countless times, so I still want to try it. Please meet my somewhat rude request."

"Dear Irene, you have said more to this ranger than the two of us in a year. It's not like the usual you, it's too surprising." Alanis looked at the female assassin and said a little sour .

"I haven't been back to the waterfall town for many years. I suddenly miss the memories of my childhood. My clansmen, how is it now?"

The female assassin Irene tugged her slightly curly hair, ignoring the complaining wizard, but sighed at Thorne.

"You won't know until you've been there." Thorne didn't answer the other party's question directly, because he didn't know how it was now.

"Okay, then let me test your strength." The smiling eyes of the female assassin suddenly turned sharp.

"Zheng!"

After he finished speaking, he instantly got up and pulled out his long sword. The cold light flashed from the sharp blade and converged on the elf rune carved on the edge of the sword. Under the cold moonlight, it was dazzling.

Extraordinary weapon?

Looking at the sparkling blade, Thorne's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he gently pulled out the Demon Slayer Sword from his waist.

The scabbard, which was originally unpretentious, showed its sharp edge under Thorne's gentle twitching.

The bright pure black sword body is densely covered with obscure demonic runes, and the twisted characters are illuminated by the firelight, like a demon struggling in pain.

The dark red blade meets the bright bonfire, making it even hotter.

Immediately after Thorne's thoughts moved, the power of flames from the Desert Wind Sect immediately surged in his body. In the dim night, his thin figure seemed to be covered with an orange-red halo.

When the wizard Alanis saw Thorne's blade, his eyes flashed with surprise, and his expression became very dignified. Then, with a thought, he used the power of magic to transmit to the female assassin:

"Don't be careless, this Ranger is a little dangerous."

The female assassin ignored the wizard's warning and walked directly to a relatively open place not far away.

- "Steel Soul School (Stance Skill): Bright and Pure Body!"

Holding a long sword, Thorne walked to the female assassin not far away, and activated the stance of the Steel Soul Sect again.

When the "Clear Body" locked onto the female assassin, the scene in front of Thorne quickly became blurred and distorted, but the opponent's body came into his eyes very clearly.

Seeing Thorne's guarded posture, the female assassin nodded with satisfaction, and then tightened the blade in her hand.

"Whoosh!"

It turned into a black shadow, and brought a ferocious wind to attack Thorne.

Seeing the indistinct figure rushing towards him, Thorne's eyes locked tightly on the blade of the female assassin, and when the blade was about to approach his neck, the long sword in his right hand instantly greeted him.

"clang!"

Two magical weapons rubbed out dazzling sparks in the night.

"boom!"

Under the control of Thorne, the Demon Slaying Sword erupted into a fiery wave of fire, reflecting the surprised look of the female assassin.

"Zheng!"

At the same time, Thorne's left hand instantly pulled out another short sword and slashed towards the opponent's abdomen.

Just when the short sword was about to make a contribution, the figure of the female assassin suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared. At the same time, Thorne immediately felt the icy cold light emerging behind him.

So without hesitation, he used his agile body to lower his head and roll forward, avoiding the falling blade.

- "Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame of Young Dragon!"

Then Thorne's long sword trembled slightly, and a terrifying flame energy suddenly converged into a point, condensing on the tip of the short sword.

When the disappearing figure of the female assassin reappeared behind Thorne, he turned around abruptly.

"clang!"

Immediately afterwards, his Demon Slaying Long Sword once again held up the blade that was slashing towards his neck, and the short sword in his left hand took the opportunity to shoot out a roaring conical flame that enveloped the female assassin's body.

The scorching flames reddened the dark night and Thorne's figure.

Shadow jump?

The other party suddenly disappeared, and Thorne clearly felt a trace of shadow energy floating in the air.

It seems that the other party's profession is not just as simple as an assassin, Thorne thought to himself.

Then he didn't dare to be careless, and carefully searched for her disappearing figure. Just a few fights made him understand the difficulty of the other party.

At least this ability to continuously shadow jumps, he has no way to deal with it, he can only be passively beaten.

Unless he learns the follow-up moves of the Shadow Hand School, he will have the corresponding method.

Fortunately, he is now in a state of "clear and clean body". As long as the opponent's body comes out, he can immediately detect it, and then take corresponding measures, otherwise he will be instantly killed in the first round.

coming!

At this time, Thorne once again felt the piercing sound behind him.

- "Shadow Hand School (Strike Technique): Shadow Blade Technique!"

Thorne turned around suddenly, and two sharp blades, one long and one short, suddenly turned into four phantoms and greeted the female assassin.

- "Desert Wind Faction (Strike Skill): Flame Star!"

Just as the blades of the two sides were about to meet, Thorne's short sword burst into a dazzling white light, reflecting the surrounding like daylight.

When the white light completely dissipated, Thorne and the female assassin emerged.

The female assassin's longsword was parried with difficulty by Thorne's shortsword, and it was only a short distance away from his fragile neck.

When Thorne's long sword was about to stab the opponent's body, it was blocked by the triggered protective force field, and even the hot flame emitted by the long sword was completely offset.

"Good job." The female assassin Irene put away her weapon, eased her sharp eyes with a smile, and praised Thorne.

"Thank you for your guidance and mercy." Thorne thanked slightly.

In this discussion, Thorne knew very well that the other party was obviously keeping his hand, otherwise the sharp blade would have already cut his throat. It can be said that this discussion made him walk on the brink of death.

After he finished speaking, he put the two sharp blades in the scabbard and walked towards the corner of the ruins.

"Dear Irene, how is it?" Alanis asked as he walked to Irene's side.

"Not bad." Irene glanced at the wizard and nodded with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.