My master?

After listening to the very calm and unwavering words of the ranger in front of him, the Drow Swordsman Master Sharish looked cold, stood up slowly, stared directly at him with his scarlet eyes, and his tone was filled with a hint of chill, and he paused every word. "You look down on me!"

Most drow cities are dominated by priestesses in matrilineal societies, due to the dogma of the spider goddess Rose.

In cities that follow the way of Lorth, the dark elves are usually ruled by a few noble families in a strict bureaucracy.

But this does not mean that their male drow has no status at all. Once he was an alternate martial arts chief of the Wan Ruid family, even the priestesses with a slightly lower family status made excessive demands on him, Even if he chooses to refuse directly, the other party has nothing to do with him.

And now, they have planned to unite all their compatriots and establish a new noble system in the Royal City of Rezim. If successful, he will at least be the core figure of the Fourth Calamity Family.

Therefore, no one is qualified to be his master, and it is impossible for him to lick his face to be someone else's face or servant.

And this ignorant surface ranger in front of him even insulted him with such ignorant language.

This is a blatant provocation for him. If he hadn't had some scruples in this salted-fish-like bar, his sharp blade would have tasted the blood of the other party long ago, making him understand the fate of arrogance and ignorance.

Does he really think that my polite words just now mean that I am a good-natured person? Do you really think that I will be soft-hearted for the sake of being a visitor from another world?

too naive!

If he really had this kind of character, he would have lost his life in the fighting tower of Rezim King City long ago.

"I look down on you? I didn't say that. Is it your own humble self-esteem at work, or is it that I accidentally mentioned the pain point?"

Thorne's sharp eyes hidden in the hood greeted him fearlessly, his tone still very calm.

As for the compatriots in the Royal City of Rezim, in fact, he has already inquired about the general information from the friends of the sword dancer, and he also knows about the nature of the drow players.

Rose the Spider Queen is a chaotic and evil deity, and you can count on them to get there.

As for why there is no good character, it is easy to think, because they have already died in conspiracy and backstab.

Two years have passed, and those who have been screened are all fierce and cruel. Those who do not meet this character will either escape to the lighthouse town or be eliminated directly.

Therefore, for these players, he cannot treat them with the attitude of a normal person.

"Mr. Ranger, are you challenging my patience? Or are you going to hide humbly in Beacon Town for the rest of your life." Salish moved his hand to the hilt of the sword and looked at Thorne coldly.

"Nothing else, if you think you can be the master, then we'll sit down and have a good talk."

Thorne didn't care about the other party's movement to draw the sword, but pulled out a chair and sat beside the goblin businessman who was tasting wine silently, and said with a faint smile: "Of course, if you don't have this ability, then Go back honestly, and call your steward over."

"Fuck, who is this ranger from the surface, so crazy, doesn't he know who the madman Sharis is?"

The Kou Taoyu removed the silence on the table, stared at Thorne who was sitting on the chair with a pair of salamander eyes, his eyes rolled a few times, and said to the gray dwarf who was counting silver coins beside him.

"This ranger came with the little girl. It is estimated that they are two big men who came down from the surface to travel."

After the troll hunter finished speaking, looking at the sticky oily film on the silver coins, he frowned and said, "Salamander, look at these silver coins are all your liquid, it's disgusting, and I will never play cards with you again. ."

"It's my fault, this is our koo-too's innate ability, what can I do?" The koo-too wiggled his bloated body, changed to a comfortable sitting position, and touched the gills at the corners of his mouth.

"Then the sticky liquid like yours is very smooth and smooth when you have sex." The half-orc looked at the little Kotoo fish and laughed.

"Actually, you can think of him as an eel." The gray dwarf scratched his bright bald head, looked at the orc and said with a weird smile, "Don't you know how slippery the eel is?"

"Oh~~" The orc nodded in understanding.

"Go away!" Kou Tao Yuren gave the two of them a vicious look with a pair of baby fish eyes, and the silver-white skin instantly turned dark red.

"It turns out that the skin of the Kou-tao fish will change color according to the mood, so what color will it change when you are afraid?" Suddenly, a crisp voice came from behind the four of them.

When everyone heard the words, they turned their heads to look at the source of the sound. When they saw a blond girl who was covering her mouth and nose, their faces suddenly turned ugly. turned pale white.

"This little guy looks like a bullet, and he looks quite cute." Seeing the kuo-toa turned pale with fright, Sigaret's eyes lit up, and then she shook her head and whispered. Whisper:

"I originally planned to dig a fish pond to raise two, but unfortunately the fishy smell is too strong, so I don't care."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards Thorne.

The drow swordsman glanced at Sigrid who was approaching, and then cast his eyes on the ranger again: "Yes, I really can't make up my mind, but you are so confident that you have the qualifications to negotiate? what."

Sharish really couldn't understand where this Ranger's self-confidence came from. He is a level 10 drow swordsman master. If it wasn't for the completion of advanced tasks, he could have been promoted to level 11. , to become a Tier 3 professional at the hero level.

Although the ranger in front of him does seem to be very strong, he believes that the addition of the other party is not only the icing on the cake, but he does not feel that it is the type of giving help in the snow.

"So you want to try?" Thorne looked up at the drow silently.

War is indeed the fastest way to complete the task, but he doesn't want to be a thug for this group of chaotic and evil players for free. If he can, he naturally wants to squeeze something out.

As for how much he can squeeze out, it depends on how shocking the strength he shows.

If the drow elf in front of him can't fully decide, then the two of them will have no meaning to talk about it here.

And he has pinpointed their veins. These drow players seem to stabilize the Wan Ruide family on the surface, but they are still a little worried in their hearts. They must be willing to come to the method that can increase their strength.

"Hey, I said two little friends, what are you doing? Can't you have a good conversation if you have something to say?" The goblin merchant finally finished the wine in his cup, so he opened his mouth to comfort him.

"How do you want to try?" Sharis ignored the goblin businessman who wanted to act as a peacemaker, and was still vigilantly focusing his gaze on this seemingly unhurried ranger.

If the other party really has the strength to convince him, then there is no harm in calling those priestesses.

After all, their actions this time can't afford the slightest mistake. If they are really careless and let go of a noble of the Wan Ruide family, they will be greeted with a devastating blow.

"Zheng!"

As soon as the drow swordsman master's voice fell, Thorne stood up suddenly, drew a short sword in his left hand like lightning, and slashed towards Sharish's neck at a very fast speed.

"clang!"

However, Sharish's speed was not slow at all. When he noticed that Thorne got up, he was already ready to attack, and a swift sword-drawn slash accurately parried the dagger that came in.

At the moment when the two sharp blades collided, a fiery white light suddenly erupted from the Ranger's short sword, and then exploded directly, reflecting the entire dim bar like daylight.

The calm goblin businessman suddenly felt that his eyes seemed to be penetrated by Wan Dao's sharp arrows, and his eyes immediately became white. He covered his eyes with his hands and let out a scream like a pig.

As a drow elf, Sharis is also very aware of the weaknesses of his own race, and naturally he has also been trained to resist strong light.

He didn't react as much as the goblin businessman who was hit by the frontal impact. For this dazzling light, his expression only paused slightly, and he immediately prepared to launch the most vicious attack.

Just as he was about to pull out another sharp blade to fight back, he finally noticed a warm and burning pain on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the action of the ranger in front of him putting all the two sharp blades in his scabbard into the scabbard.

"You wait here, I'll come when I go." Sharish touched the blood on his neck, snorted coldly, left a sentence, and left directly in front of Thorne.

Although the ranger's attack is suspected of trickery and sneak attack, for a drow in the Royal City of Rezim, backstab is their best attack method.

Now, the other party uses his own way to betray him, and he has nothing to say.

"Zheng!"

Sharis walked past Thorne for a moment, and the sound of a sharp blade unsheathed sounded again.

The sharp blade exuded a cold, cold light, and slashed towards Thorne's back at a speed that the naked eye couldn't catch.

Just as Sharis' long sword was about to hit the ranger and was about to taste the warm blood, the ranger's body suddenly burst out with a substantial shadow energy to fight back.

Realizing that the sharp blade in his hand was blocked by an unknown cold energy, Sharis, who had attempted a sneak attack, looked surprised, and immediately stretched out another sharp blade to continue the pursuit.

However, it was too late, and the ranger who was attacked by him suddenly turned around, followed by a flaming long sword exuding a scorching aura.

Feeling that the retracted blade scorched his skin again, Sharis put on the hood behind his cloak, and left the bar in a sullen manner amid the harsh jeers of the wind chimes hanging on the curtain.

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