Twin Towers Town.

Near the east gate of the Desolate Head Mountains, there is such a place: a large and messy tavern that has nothing to do with gorgeousness.

As always, from the cold morning to the cold dusk, or the dark night, there is always a lot of people in the tavern.

The half-elf ranger in a black cloak stood in front of the 'Little Frog' tavern for a while, listening to the noisy voices in the house, dodging the twilight of the sunset, accompanied by the rusty wind chimes colliding with the 'jingle' sound sound, he walked in.

"If this room is thoroughly cleaned, and then ventilated for a few days, it will probably qualify to be called 'dirty'." The half-elf ranger hid in his hood and glanced at it like a sword. Circle, involuntarily complained inside.

In the 'Little Frog' tavern, whether they are locals or outsiders, they are busy with various things according to their race and occupation.

Dedicated human merchants are arguing with the mountain dwarves over the price of weapons and equipment. Because the dwarves left unique marks on the equipment ordered by the merchants, the merchants used this as an excuse to lower the prices as much as possible.

The less dedicated businessman sat on the chair with his legs crossed in boredom, passing the time with a large glass of cheap beer in his hand, and occasionally stretched out his salty pig hand to squeeze the passing maid's butt, exuding unbridled laughter.

The locals in Twin Towers pretended to be well-informed and talked rhetorically there, but they didn't know how stupid he was in the eyes of everyone.

Technicians work hard to please the wealthy customers, while sneering at those who have no money.

The adventurers returning from their journeys drank alcohol recklessly, as if to celebrate that life is so beautiful, and we have to enjoy it to the fullest.

A drunk halfling rogue, with his shirt tied around his waist, stood on a table, gushing about his arrogance, drawing a short sword the size of a dagger, and waving it into the air, telling the story of his In the Desolate Skull Mountains, how to heroically defeat a group of ogres whose thighs were thicker than his waist...

The tavern owner put down the business in his hand, raised his head and looked at the person who came. He found that the new guest was standing quietly in front of the bar, expressionless and silent.

The half-elf ranger wears a black cloak, black top and leggings, with two sharp swords, one long and one short, hanging from his waist, and a composite longbow made of Yamanashi wood and a special quiver on his back.

Dire Eagle's tail feathers!

When he noticed the material of the quiver in the quiver, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the well-informed tavern owner asked aloud, "Want something? Dear guest."

"Why is it called 'Little Frog'?" The half-elf ranger did not answer the tavern owner's question, but raised his head slightly, stared at him with a pair of calm eyes, and asked rhetorically.

"This is my son's name, honorable guest." The tavern owner replied with a bitter smile.

"I see, is there a drink?" The half-elf ranger nodded knowingly and asked.

"There is one thing about apple juice. I made it myself. It is an occasional flavoring agent to pass the time. You have to understand that I am a tavern, I hope you can understand." The tavern owner replied truthfully.

"It doesn't matter, let's come and taste the craftsmanship of our hometown." The half-elf ranger's calm face squeezed out a smile.

The tavern owner looked stunned for a moment, and immediately wiped his hands on the canvas apron, took out a glass bottle full of cyan juice from the counter, and poured it into a large beer mug:

"Praise the home we can't go back to, praise the craftsmanship of our hometown, I will treat this cup as a free invitation to you. I hope that your appearance will be like when you entered the door, and you will come quietly and leave quietly."

"Maybe I'm going to disappoint you." The half-elf ranger put the wine glass full of apple juice on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then said with a smile, "However, I will try my best to restrain the familiar taste."

"Can I leave my name? A stranger and familiar visitor from afar." The tavern owner finally couldn't help but ask.

"Ranger, Thorne." After the half-elf ranger finished, he left a sentence: "You don't need to introduce yourself, because no matter what your name is, I can always think of a jumping 'little frog', Your son must be very cute."

The entire tavern was crowded with tables and boxes, and most of them were full of people. Thorne simply glanced around and found his place, so he slowly crossed the noisy crowd with a beer mug and walked towards the corner. go.

After parting with the female player Alvi at the farmhouse, he walked non-stop in the direction of Twin Towers Town.

However, when he strolled on the lively streets, he found that the whole town had not disappeared in the slightest about the ravages of demons, so he decided to go in for a reconnaissance alone when the night fell.

However, not long after the town, a special figure appeared in his sight, and he followed him all the way and came here.

The noisy tavern is destined not to let the half-elf ranger enjoy the tranquility, and after a while, someone who did not surprise him appeared.

"Guilun's lackey, what do you think of this place?" A man dressed in black skin-tight animal fur armor and a silver-white mask came over and unceremoniously pulled out a chair to sit on Thorne's. The opposite sneered.

"It's the stalker of the Way of Silence." Thorne reminded him calmly without looking at the other side, tasting the sour apple juice in the beer glass.

"Stupid Ranger, do you really think you can easily follow my footsteps with your half-hearted tracking technology?" The masked man opposite sounded disgusting: "To tell you the truth, it's me. I brought you here on purpose."

Although the other party's expressions were all hidden in the silver-white mask, Thorne still judged from his tone that the masked man in front of him was very awkward and ill-fated.

So he glanced at the other person calmly, and said in a flat tone: "You are a player."

The mocking words that the masked man had just brewed were all choked back by Thorne's words, and he was a little surprised: "How did you see it?"

"Because you're full of arrogance." Thorne put down his beer mug and said slowly.

"Just enjoy a moment of stubbornness." The masked man's chest heaved and he disdainfully said, "Don't compare me with those cowardly guys, and don't use that lame name, I call myself 'chaos' Son'. Such a wonderful world, I am so intoxicated, as for the other hellish world, get out of here!"

"It looks like your life is unhappy," Thorne said, leaning back in his chair.

"It's more than unpleasant, it's just miserable. To tell you the truth, I'm a fugitive. I've really had enough of hiding all my life. It's really pitiful. It was a curious attempt that brought me here."

The masked man looked up at the ceiling and said to himself:

"Do you know what my biggest hobby is? Killing, yes, killing. You don't understand this feeling. It's so wonderful to see blood spewing out enchanting flowers. Ever since I killed that couple with my own hands. Dog men and women, I just fell in love with this feeling, this world is so obsessed with me."

"It turned out to be a perverted murderer, so you're being cuckolded, right, poor guy." Thorne gave him a pitying look.

"None of these matters." The masked man stared at Thorne coldly: "The reason I brought you here is mainly to invite you to a banquet, Guilun's lackey."

"It's the stalker of the Way of Silence." Thorne reminded the other party again, then squeezed the beer mug, and said calmly: "The so-called banquet is the 'deer feast', you can rest assured, even if If you don't come to invite me, I'll go to see it myself. Since the Desolate Skull Mountains also have such a luxurious feast, then I don't have to go to the Great Sword Mark Mountains. Thank you very much for saving me nearly a day of travel. , you have to understand that long-distance travel is really hard work."

"Arrogant and ignorant guy." The masked man gave the Ranger a vicious look, took out a terrifying necklace from his neck, and said coldly:

"Last time a Melika ranger with a needle-leaf emblem on his chest said the same thing, but his rough archery and poor magic skills are like tickling. See, this front tooth was given by him. Giving me a bequest just because he tried to use his teeth to bite through my tough skin is just ridiculous."

"It seems that you are right, this world is indeed suitable for people like you... to survive." Thorne took a sip of the apple juice from the glass and sighed slightly.

"Survival of the fittest and the survival of the fittest are the inheritance of the **** of hunting. Only violent and **** death and killing are of great significance. In all things, wildness and strong emotion can overcome reason and deep thinking."

The masked man took out a bone magic weapon engraved with blood-stained animal claws, and the expression hidden in the mask was pious and crazy: "Taste the blood of all slaughtered things, and let hunting fill my life, this is what I am. dream to pursue.”

"Why so much nonsense, it's not over if you just say that animal nature can defeat human nature, it's so long-winded." Thorne couldn't help sneering.

"Guilun's lackey, today I will spare your life for the time being, because only in the 'Deer Herding Banquet', the God of Hunting, let you die in the endless fear of hunting, and I can get my Lord's richest Reward, I hope you won't be like a shivering mouse hiding in a cave." The masked man ignored Thorne's sarcasm and said coldly.

"It's the stalker of the Way of Silence!" Thorne reminded again, then drank the apple juice in the beer glass, and said in a cold voice: "It's a pity that you didn't have the opportunity to participate in this great holy day. already."

Under the puzzled eyes of the masked man, Thorne gently placed the beer mug on the table, moved his right hand to the hilt of the sword without a trace, stood up suddenly, and pulled out the scabbard. cracked air.

"Pfft!"

The head of the masked man flew into the air, drew an arc, and fell to the table where the dwarf was negotiating with the merchant. big tree.

"Bang! Bang!"

With the sound of the masked man's body being separated, the tavern suddenly exploded. Someone screamed, and the guests began to scrambling to the exit. Countless chairs were overturned in the shoving. , countless wine glasses fell to the ground.

The tavern owner's lips trembled with fright, staring at the headless corpse on the ground in fear. The boss's eardrum, brought back his breath, but also brought repeated vomiting.

"Ow! Oooo! Oooo!"

At this moment, behind Thorne, hurried wolf howls sounded one after another, and under the dim light, the three figures projected on the wall suddenly jumped up strangely, turning into a ferocious wolf-shaped appearance.

"Werewolf." Thorne held two swords and looked at the three humanoid bodies with thick fur and developed muscles, as well as the greedy and hungry wolf head, and the unexpected color flashed away.

The werewolves among the lycanthropes are brutal predators. In addition to their keen senses in their humanoid form, they also retain a fiery temper. They are also lovers of half-cooked meat and the most devout believers of the **** of hunting. .

When they are transformed into werewolf form, it is difficult to retain their own nature, especially on full moon nights, so they are the most dangerous group for civilization settlements.

However, in his eyes, there is no threat at all. How could these players who live in the original inhabitants be stronger than those in the Emerald Wilderness.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The three werewolves dominated by the **** have completely forgotten how their companions were killed in an instant. Driven by the wildness and killing, they waved sharp claws and sharp teeth, and rushed towards the half-elf ranger at the same time.

Facing the pounce of the three werewolves, Thorne calmly clenched the two swords in his hand, only to see him turn around and dodge easily.

Then Thorne with a sneer, waving two squeaking blades, flashing a pale orange fire in the dim light, his scorching figure went back and forth several times around the three werewolves. The stiff werewolf let out a final whimper and fell heavily on the marble floor covered with wine stains and broken glass.

Thorne looked at the empty tavern, and noticed the tavern owner who was hiding under the counter, shivering. He glanced apologetically at each other, walked to the four corpses, searched out all their money bags, and weighed them. , then threw it on the counter, ready to leave.

Before taking a few steps, a tall figure appeared at the door of the tavern with the sound of 'ding ding', blocking Thorne's path and making his footsteps stay in place.

"Dragonborn paladin?" Thorne looked at the figure that appeared in front of him, and there was a flash of surprise in his expression.

The dragonborn who appeared in front of him was covered with bronze scales, and a silver-white full-body armor wrapped around his nearly two-meter body. Like most dragonborn, he had a head similar to a lizard, with a short beak and a stubby, stubborn beak. The eyebrows are covered with crowns of different lengths and composed of small horn-like scales. From the color of the scales, it can be seen that the other party's bloodline comes from a bronze dragon.

"I am the paladin of the **** of justice. This is a battle of justice to destroy evil. Just as the bard sings, justice must overcome evil. You all go away."

The dragonborn paladin first glanced at Thorne, noticed the light blue kindness emanating from the other party's body, and immediately turned around to disperse the coming guards.

The garrison captain of Twin Towers glanced at the mark engraved on the silver-white holy emblem in the hands of the dragonborn paladin: a blue shield at the bottom, and a balance balanced on a warhammer in the middle.

Then he bowed slightly to the dragonborn paladin, and immediately disappeared in the crowd of melon eaters with the guards.

"Hello, nice to meet you, familiar stranger. I am the Dragonborn Paladin from Sept City, Peo Joses." The Dragonborn Paladin saw the crowd at the entrance of the tavern disperse, and turned to leave. He reached out to Thorne and said.

"The ranger from the town of Falls, Thorne." Thorne put his swords in the sheath, shook hands with the other party briefly, and said with a half-smile, "Are you late justice?"

"Justice is never late, it's already here, isn't it?" The dragonborn paladin glanced at the dead body and shook his head slightly.

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