"Although your swordsmanship talent is not very good, your mind and concentration are stronger than I imagined. Maybe this is the real reason why you can come this far."

The wandering swordsman Karlock put the long sword into the scabbard, looked at Thorne who was resting on the ground and nodded with satisfaction, then his expression became straight, and he said solemnly:

"No matter what we do, as long as we persevere, we can always achieve unexpected success. I hope you will not slacken your never-ending swordsmanship practice in the future."

Being diligent and able to make up for one's own weakness is a good lesson, and every effort is worth the talent. Only by being brave enough to accept one's own ordinary can we do our best to be different.

Carlock was satisfied that the ranger in front of him could master all the swordsmanship skills he taught him in the cycle of the two Pillars of Taiam, but he was also surprised by the other party's diligence and stubbornness.

While his swordsmanship still looks a bit rusty, his deadly moves barely have any fluidity in his hands.

But he knew very well that the young ranger had only studied for two days at best. He had all the combat experience and will, and what was lacking was just the precipitation of time.

"Thank you Mr. Carlock for his guidance these two days." Thorne stood up with his sword and bowed to the drow elf.

He used to be paranoid that the so-called swordsmanship skills were all flashy moves for him, and only the perfect combination of power and speed was the foundation.

But when he followed Karlock for two days of swordsmanship practice, he truly understood the true power of swordsmanship skills that he had been neglecting.

This ability is different from the wizard's brilliant spells and the strange supernatural ability in his nine swords, but in battle, the weapon in his hand contains his own will and belief.

The heart and the intention are in harmony, and the intention and the air are in harmony, so that every attack of the self contains the aura of fearlessness and fearlessness.

Those who master this skill can completely eliminate all the enemies in front of them with the weapons in their hands.

The master swordsman did not teach him the dashing swordsmanship of the swashbuckling swordsman, nor did he teach him the simplest fighting skills.

The technique he instructed was how to solve the opponent as quickly as possible with the sharp blade in his hand in the shortest time, how to instantly determine the opponent's defense vulnerability, and then launch the most fatal blow.

This kind of swordsmanship skill tests a person's concentration on combat judgment, as well as fearless attack momentum, which can almost be perfectly integrated with his Steel Soul style moves, so he feels very handy when practicing.

"I have recorded all my life's experience with swords in this book. Now I give it to you, but it is a regret in my life." Carlock smiled indifferently, and took out a thick book. The thick book was handed to Thorne.

"Sorry?" Thorne whispered inwardly, reaching out to take it.

Although the book was only more than fifty pages at most and had almost no weight, he had an inexplicable feeling of heaviness, which made him seem to be carrying some kind of burden.

"Don't you want to live on the surface?" Thorne clenched the book tightly and was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say:

"In the emerald fields on the surface, there are many territories that our compatriots have established themselves. In those territories, in addition to humans, elves, and half-elves, there are even kobolds, ogres, and even trolls.

And the first of the laws we promulgated is against racial discrimination, so if you want, you can spend the rest of your life on the surface. "

At this time, Thorne is not greedy for how much help the opponent's powerful strength can bring to him. He just couldn't bear the compatriot who helped him without asking for anything in return, to be trapped in this place that could never be looked after by the light.

He really didn't understand why the other party had the ability to leave at any time, why he was stubborn and stuck here.

"What you said really made me very moved, but I have reasons why I can't leave here." Carlock sighed slightly with his back to Thorne and said slowly.

"Is it helping those fallen compatriots who want to turn back?" Thorne looked at the stubborn back of the other party, and suddenly there was an inexplicable anger in his heart, and then he couldn't help but say:

"However, you will only harm them by staying here. This is a city full of evil and betrayal. When you are still a group of civilians in the dark elf society, no one will pay attention to your life and beliefs.

However, don't forget that you are now preparing to become nobles in the Royal City of Rezim, don't you know?

From the moment the dark elves became nobles of the royal city of Rezim, they would definitely receive the special attention of the spider **** queen.

When the time comes for this vicious deity to discover that there are members of your family who are trying to blaspheme and violate the teachings, then you are really not far from destruction. In other words, can you really guarantee your devout belief in the spider **** queen? "

He is not a very talkative person, nor is he a professional persuader, and he is rarely able to say so many words of comfort in one breath.

But he looked at Carlock's figure as if his soul was entangled in evil, and finally spit out all in one breath out of anger.

After saying these words, Thorne felt a little regret in his heart, because he didn't know whether these cruel truths would make the sword master's heart suffer a strong impact.

"It turns out... It's so serious, let me think about it alone." After listening to Thorne's words, Carlock was silent for a while, and walked out of the dimly lit room.

Carlock actually understood the issues Thorne said, but he didn't know how to choose.

Carlock, who stepped into the promenade, looked up at the eternal darkness at the top of the cave, as if seeing his own dark life.

"Am I saying too much?" Thorne, who was in the room, sighed as he watched the drow disappear into the corridor.

"However, what I'm saying is the truth. If he really doesn't realize the seriousness of the problem, he will indeed kill everyone here because of his kindness, causing him to fall into deep self-blame. Returning to the surface is for him , is really the best choice."

Thorne patted his head comfortingly, muttered again, and walked towards the corner table.

Drow Chain Mail is a well-crafted, smooth black metal mesh jacket that does nothing to get in the way of the wearer.

It provides ample protection without impeding movement due to its weight, and it can easily withstand attacks from non-magical weapons.

The Wanread family was about to be raided soon, and Thorne naturally had to deal with it. This equipment was seized when he killed the dark elf patrol, and it was just in time to come in handy.

Although this magical equipment looks useful, it cannot be used on the surface.

Because all drow equipment is full of magic energy radiated by the leylines, as long as it is exposed to the sun, the radiant energy infiltrated into the equipment will gradually disappear, causing these equipment to lose their original magic effect, and the equipment structure will also be affected by the radiation energy. disappeared and damaged.

The extraordinary magical energy of leyline radiation is an arcane force of unknown origin. Legend has it that it can be traced back to an ancient elf magic that was cast when the dark elves were expelled from the surface world.

This special radiation energy is often used by dark elves and other underground residents to defend their settlements and make magic equipment by using the properties of radiation. The only disadvantage is that they cannot see the light.

When everything was sorted out and his spirit was full, Thorne took a deep breath and calmed down his turbulent heart.

After the battle is over today, he will be able to leave this **** place. Obviously, he doesn't like this place at all, and he doesn't like the people and things here.

Then Thorne glanced at the decorations in the room and the few ghost fires floating on the roof, covered his messy hair with the hood on the cloak, and turned away directly.

However, the moment he walked out of the room, a dark shadow came into his eyes.

"It's you?" Seeing the face of the shadow, Thorne involuntarily moved his hand to the hilt of the sword.

This is a drow wizard. He has met him in Karlock's room, but the impression of this drow wizard named Shire is not so good.

"Don't be so impulsive, ranger friend, I have no malice." The drow wizard Ciel removed the hood of his wizard's robe, revealing a harmless smile.

"Is something wrong?" Thorne watched the reckless wizard vigilantly. With the distance between the two, as long as the wizard named Ciel moved slightly, his long sword would instantly slash the opponent's head.

He didn't quite understand what the other party had to rely on, and he dared to get so close to him.

"There are indeed some things I want to talk to you about." Ciel stroked the long withered white hair scattered in front of his forehead, his ebony-colored handsome face showed a very sincere expression, and said with a smile.

"Not interested!" Thorne refused directly.

He clearly remembered that the other party's companion, Julis, had asked Kalock to help her kill another warlock Herist, so he easily guessed the other party's true intention to find him.

"This friend, you really misunderstood, I said it all, I have nothing to do with that crazy woman Julis. And I have already revealed my true identity to you, why are you so wary of me? "

The wizard Shire looked at the half-elf ranger from the surface in confusion.

"Your true identity?" Thorne replaced his vigilant gaze with a faint mockery, and said with a smile:

"But what I saw was a dull holy emblem. What does this mean? It means that your goddess has long since abandoned you."

"It's not that I was abandoned, it's that I haven't gotten the approval of the goddess. However, it's only a matter of time for me, and I'll prove it to you later."

The wizard Ciel put his hand on the ornament hidden in his chest, and retorted to Thorne with a very serious expression.

"Then I wish you a path that will never get lost, farewell!" Thorne glanced at the other party lightly and left.

"Don't you want to know the story of Carlock's past?" The wizard Ciel saw the Ranger leave without hesitation, rolled his eyes, and stopped him.

"I would like to hear about it." Thorne stopped and turned his back to the drow wizard.

"He once led a group of compatriots, trying to return to the surface..."

"I see, thank you!" Before the wizard Ciel's words were finished, Thorne thanked him and disappeared directly into the dim corridor.

"Would you like to do this, I just want to make friends with you." The wizard Ciel looked at the disappearing figure of the ranger in frustration.

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