Although Thorne can use his extraordinary memory to recognize the other party's origin in an instant. But the elf swordsman obviously didn't have such a good memory to recognize that he had a relationship with him.

After all, when he went to the Barren Skull Mountains to participate in Mara's hunting ceremony, he only met once in the small mountain village where they lived, and he never even said a word.

Naturally, the other party would not have much impression on him, a wandering ranger in the wilderness.

The elf swordsman was wearing a light and flexible mithril armor. Thorne also noticed that under the moonlight, there was a strange magical aura flowing through his armor, and the twisted runes appeared on the surface of the armor, more like a certain A kind of body protection magic.

His pointed ears, neatly combed golden hair, and a pair of golden eyes are telling him that the other party's elf bloodline comes from the group of high elves whose eyes grow on the top of their heads.

In the long river of history, pure-blooded high elves have long been rare in this continent. They basically lived in seclusion on the remote archipelago to the west of the Northland Wasteland, ignoring world affairs.

Although the high elves are notoriously proud and self-righteous.

But Thorne could see that the other party didn't show or show any pride. His thin cheeks were so pale that there was no trace of blood, and he looked at him coldly, with a hint of hostility.

Then, he noticed the flower crown drawn on the elf armor: against the lavender background, a pattern of needles and sunflower leaves fighting with a long sword, and below it was embellished with a noble emblem symbolizing personal guards.

This is the family emblem of the lord of Shuangta Town, and the embellishment under the emblem also shows the other party's extraordinary identity.

At this point, he finally understood that the elves were coming for him and Gilt.

The indifferent elf swordsman didn't give him any chance to speak at all, and at the moment when the elf rune sword in his hand was unsheathed, a hazy singing faintly appeared on the street outside the tavern.

When the hazy singing sounded, Thorne found the other's tightly pursed lips squirming gently, like a wizard chanting a spell.

Obviously, this hazy singing was uttered by him, and it was most likely some kind of sword song.

Could it be the sword dancer of the dark girl Eilistraee?

When it comes to Sword Song, Thorne first thinks of this occupation that he had impressed upon in the Underdark.

Then he made a jolt to dispel the disturbing singing, and thought it was unlikely.

The sword dancer is the exclusive sacrifice of the dark girl Eilistraee, and one of the mandatory requirements is that she must be a woman.

That's the Sword Singer.

Thorne took a deep look at the other party and judged the other party's advanced occupation.

Sword Singer.

In official terms, it is an elf wizard who inherits sword fighting skills based on arcane magic.

They are able to perfectly combine art, magic and swords, the graceful melodies and exquisite tactics are extremely charming, making it difficult for the enemy to detect the sharpness and lethality that are concealed.

To put it simply, they mainly attack the enemy with a series of complicated and elegant martial arts in battle. Then use the beautiful singing to assist in casting spells, allowing them to continuously launch gorgeous sword skills to attack, while continuously casting spells to assist and protect.

And the sword song that is sounding now is one of the core abilities of the sword singer: the song of the hazy.

A special ability composed of illusion spells and singing, which can interfere with the enemy's attack and make it easier for oneself to strike a fatal blow more powerfully.

If you encounter someone who is not strong-willed, you will even be stunned on the spot.

Just like the bard Geert beside him, he is a poet who is good at playing, but he is directly fascinated by the rhythm brought by the other party's simple hazy song.

The fascinated look on his face, as if silenced in something beautiful, made Thorne want to kick him.

In the end, he couldn't hold back, and he kicked the shameful poet beside him, and his body hit the wall of the tavern as a result, and he recovered from the intense pain.

The tavern owner just came out and hurriedly helped the grinning poet up.

Thorne touched the hilt with his right hand, and focused on receiving the rune sword that was instantly thrown out by the opponent and smashed into the air.

From the fact that the other party threw a long sword at him without any scruples, it could be seen that the elf swordsman had an exclusive long sword that had established a contract.

The contract weapon is like a powerful magic item. After leaving the owner, it will automatically return to the hand when it is summoned.

Moreover, after the contract weapon is destroyed, the Sword Singer can reshape the fragments through meditation to restore the weapon.

"Zheng!"

Thorne's speed of drawing the sword was extremely fast, and at the moment when the long sword broke through the air, a sharp sword emitting a bright white flame instantly knocked it out.

With a single blow, the magic sword of the elf swordsman floated in the air, trembling and groaning like pain, and returned to the master's hand again.

- "Lightning traction!"

At the same time, at the moment when the long sword returned, a whip-like lightning energy burst into a dazzling dark blue light in the street under the night sky, blazing out from the left hand of the elf swordsman, and like a streamer at an extremely fast speed wiggling, twisting, and attacking Thorne.

The dark blue lightning was like a bright candle that was suddenly lit in the dark, attracting many pedestrians and guests in the tavern who came to watch the lively like moths.

The streets that were originally a little deserted gradually began to become lively.

These melon eaters seemed to have undergone professional training, and spontaneously formed a large circle between the two on the street, and kept a long distance with great sense of humor.

It would be even more perfect if there was another one pushing a cart and chanting and selling popcorn at this time.

"It's really the Sword Singer of Twin Towers Town. Come on, it's nothing to see, it's a matter that can be solved with a lightning whip."

An adventurer standing in the front row watching the excitement with his arms crossed his chest, noticed the appearance of the elf swordsman, and said with a disappointed face.

"That's not necessarily true. This ranger has just taught Gadley's law enforcement team a hard lesson. Gadley has been knocked out of two front teeth. I think it is still possible to fight back and forth against this third-tier sword singer." Another adventurer who just ran out of the tavern answered.

Immediately, everyone looked expectantly at the half-elf standing at the entrance of the tavern with a calm expression.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Facing the lightning energy that wanted to bind him, there was no panic in Thorne's expression. His right hand tightened the Mofeng sharp sword, and when the lightning energy was about to approach, he swung the sharp sword through several rapid sword lights. The lightning whip formed by magic was easily cracked by him and dissipated into nothingness.

Watching the crowd noticed such a clean strike from the Ranger, and their surprised eyes staggered towards Thorne.

Only a few powerful people saw the way the half-elf was dealing with the lightning whip. They looked at Thorne and sighed inwardly that the opponent was swinging the sword so fast.

The elf swordsman was just surprised, but he didn't mean to stop in the movement in his hand. He took this opportunity to whisper a few syllables of the incantation, and suddenly rushed to the front of Thorne.

- "Boom Thunder Sword!"

Accompanied by a deafening sound of thunder, the magic sword in the elf's hand that pierced the ranger appeared in a crackling dark purple arc.

"clang!"

Thorne swung his sword with one hand to meet the opponent's attack, and the dark purple arc was successfully offset by the flames erupting from the sword.

Unexpectedly, the thunderous bang made his head stunned, so that the movements of his hands slowed down a bit.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Immediately afterwards, the elf swordsman's gorgeous sword skills combined with the light and tactful sword songs surged like a tidal wave, launching continuous attacks towards him without a break.

Although Thorne suffered a secret loss in the first confrontation between the two sides, after three years of practice, his own swordsmanship skills are touching the realm of swordsmanship masters at a very fast speed.

In the face of this elf who needs to practice magic and sharpen sword skills at the same time, it is still easy to deal with.

Moreover, he only drew a sword, as if he only used half of his strength.

If his two sharp swords were unsheathed at the same time, Thorne had the confidence to push the opponent back within seconds.

After all, with the legendary wrist guard, not only has his "Double Hands" Specialty been upgraded to the proficient level, but his shooting speed has also been greatly enhanced.

The reason why he did this was that he wanted to experience more of the strength and professional characteristics of the special advanced professional Sword Singer.

A lot of knowledge does not mean that it is only necessary to know it in books.

Relatively speaking, the effect of personal experience is more significant.

Because Thorne believes that fighting with various professionals is also a kind of practice.

The elven swordsman, who had been unsuccessful in several consecutive rounds of attacks, soon noticed the ease with which the ranger swung his sword.

It seemed that he was not fighting with him, but playing with him.

So the elf swordsman frowned slightly and whispered a few syllables in his mouth again.

- "Flaming Slash!"

In the accompaniment of the light singing, a hot dark flame rose from the magic sword he attacked Thorne in an instant, illuminating the dim street and reddening the surprised faces of a group of melon eaters.

The flaming flame was wrapped in the long sword, and it rushed towards the opponent like a fire dragon.

- "Flame Slash!"

Seeing the surging flames, there was still no change in Thorne's red face. He waved the desert wind sword in his hand and activated the ability to inherit the ancient characteristics.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The violent collision sounded, and the roaring dark flames intertwined with the flames of the elven swordsman, reflecting the street under the night even more red.

Looking around, this bustling street seems to be holding a large bonfire party, and the Ranger and Elf Swordsman are undoubtedly a huge bonfire burning during the party.

——“Steel Soul School (Strike Skill): Soul Breaking Sword!”

In the bright firelight, Thorne's red silhouette suddenly appeared in front of the elf swordsman. A sharp white sword emitting a bright white light was intertwined with a milky white silk thread, and his head stabbed suddenly.

"clang!"

The elf swordsman looked startled, and hurriedly waved his sword to resist.

The sharp blade collided with a flash of sparks, but the wisps of milky white threads on Thorne's blade were entangled towards the head of the elf swordsman.

This strange silk thread seemed to contain some kind of special power. The moment he approached the elf swordsman's forehead, he felt a pain as if his soul had been stabbed, and he almost fainted.

- "Blade burst!"

The elf swordsman, who realized that it was not good, endured the pain and drank a powerful spell at a very fast speed.

In the accompaniment of the Song of Lightness, a circle of stationary translucent sharp blades appeared in front of the Elven Swordsman in an instant, surrounding him. Under the bright moonlight, a cold chill flashed. Then all the blades spun frantically at an extremely fast speed like a storm.

Sensing the crisis, Thorne retracted his sword, jumped, and retreated from the attack range of the Elf Swordsman ahead of time, avoiding the attack range of the translucent blade.

"burst!"

Immediately afterwards, the elf swordsman, whose face was slightly distorted by the stinging pain in his head, swung his magic sword and pointed at Thorne, who was retreating, and gave a low voice.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Under the control of the elf swordsman, the madly spinning translucent blade attacked Thorne in a row, and the people standing behind him watching the fun didn't know who was the first to let out an exclamation, as if they were ordered, and they all rushed out. scattered.

Facing the semi-transparent blade that lashed out like a torrential rain, Thorne stood with the sword in his hand, without any intention of dodging.

The perfect way to deal with the intensive attacks quickly appeared in his mind, and finally he chose to fight head-on, in order to test the attacking expertise he mastered through his own hard training.

"Zheng!"

In this way, just as the blade was about to approach, the stationary Ranger drew out another steel soul sword emitting a pale blue light.

- "Whirlwind Attack!"

The two sharp swords danced out an airtight sword net in an instant, forming an invisible sword wind, and the icy sword wind quickly spread around, and all the translucent blades were hit by him and dissipated in the invisible. .

- "Cui Yan beheaded!"

The elf swordsman took advantage of the gap between the ranger's resistance to the blade, and the magical long sword in his hand spurted green flames, and the terrible blue-green flame danced on the blade, as if to set the air on fire, and even the void of night appeared slightly. distortion phenomenon.

"There are two brushes, and this should be the attacking skill that only the third-order sword singer can master."

Thorne's relaxed expression finally became solemn, because he could clearly feel the threat of the flame. If he was accidentally hit by this green flame, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

This is the elemental fire from the Goblin Wilds.

Ignite by this turquoise flame, if it is not extinguished in time, it will be like being engulfed by a magical plague. Your own blood and body will become the fuel for the flame to burn, and there will be no signs of exhaustion at all, but will burn more and more. Prosperous, until it spreads all over the body, and there is no **** left after burning.

With the help of the verdant firelight, Thorne found that the pair of golden eyes of the elf swordsman also dimmed a bit with the use of the move.

Obviously, this move to guide the wildfire of the fairy is very exhausting.

Looking at the green flames flickering in the night, some well-informed adventurers immediately recognized the spell cast by the Elf Swordsman, and then hurriedly distanced themselves, worrying about the consequences if they were accidentally splashed by sparks.

There was finally a little confusion in the crowd watching. Most people looked at the half-elf standing with swords in both hands from a distance, wondering how he could resist this attack.

- "Dimensional step!"

With the power of the mysterious runes erupting from the soles of the elf swordsman's feet, he approached behind Thorne in an instant, and the magic sword surrounded by green flames spurted flames, tore the air, and stabbed his back.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Extend the Fire of Karma!”

Thorne's eyes narrowed slightly, and dancing blue flames appeared on the double swords in his hands.

As he turned around suddenly to fight back, the blue karmic fire spread from the two sharp swords in his hand towards the magic sword of the elf swordsman.

"clang!"

The blue flames surrounded by two sharp swords faced the magic long sword that sprayed verdant flames.

Thorne noticed that the verdant flames were also spreading to his body, and understood that the consequences of fighting would definitely be a lose-lose.

So he slammed the magic long sword flying and slashed with one sword, and the other sword was picked up like a lightning bolt. The blue flames of the bones covered his entire body.

In an instant, the collision ended.

Thorne jumped away, hurriedly extinguished a few strands of green flames stained on his sleeves, and stared coldly at the elf swordsman who was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the fifth-level move of the desert wind faction. Its function is similar to the verdant flame of the elf swordsman. It is a kind of karmic flame that can continue to burn.

If the two are compared together, it is difficult to see which is stronger and which is weaker.

The flame of the Sword Singer is mainly to burn flesh and blood, and the flame he casts causes damage to the soul, just like the fifth-level move "Soul Breaking Sword" he casts.

In three years, although he couldn't improve his level, he used the overflowing experience points and practice points to make up almost all the crucial moves of the four schools.

Thorne waved his hand when he saw the Elf Swordsman who was starting to lose his hold in the flames.

In the dark night, the blue flames that danced on the elf disappeared without a trace.

The elf who appeared from the flames was half-knelt on the ground. His body was not burned, but his face was as pale as paper, and the beads of sweat kept dripping like rain.

I saw him covering the wound on his shoulder with one hand and trying to stand up with the sword in the other, but found that he couldn't use any strength.

It can be seen from this that his soul was hit hard by the blue karmic fire, and it would take at least a whole day to recover.

After a while, a pretty witch in a gray robe arrived late, and she quickly pushed the crowd away, walked to the Elf Swordsman, and helped him up.

"It's her? It seems that the small secluded village in the Desolate Skull Mountains has not been destroyed by the Mara believers." Seeing the appearance of the witch, Thorne couldn't help recalling the female player who lived in the small village that night.

"It's you?" The witch who supported the elf swordsman looked at Thorne, frowned for a moment, and his tone was a little uncertain.

"That's right." Thorne nodded slightly, confirming the other party's conjecture.

After finishing speaking, he gestured to the bard Geert on the side, ready to leave.

He didn't realize that the elf swordsman who was supported by the witch heard the words of Thorne's confirmation, his expression suddenly changed, he immediately drew out the magic sword that had just been scabbard, and looked at him angrily, It looked like there was some kind of deep hatred.

He was about to speak, but was stared at by the witch's beautiful eyes, and swallowed back as if a mouse saw a cat.

Seeing that the companions were no longer making trouble, the witch looked hesitantly, and stopped Thorne again: "Wait a moment."

"What's the matter?" Thorne asked curiously.

He found that the performance of the two people suddenly became very strange, and he vaguely felt that there was something related to him.

"Do you still remember the old village chief that night?" The witch wizard took a deep breath, calmed down her turbulent heart, looked at the ranger with a calm and calm expression, and said slowly.

"Of course I do." Thorne nodded.

In fact, in the small village of the Desolate Skull Mountains, the old village chief was the one who impressed him the most. He always felt that this old fellow was as unfathomable as the old man who taught him the Nine Swords.

"He once explained a sentence before his death. If he encounters you, let me pass it on to you: his identity is... Astral Insight, Ferryman, Winster, he asked me to give it to you..."

The witch used the magic sound transmission that only two people could hear, and said solemnly to Thorne.

"Death? Astral Insight? Winster?"

Hearing this news, Thorne's expression was moved, and he interrupted her voice transmission directly, and retorted: "This is impossible, how could he die in the Barren Skull Mountains in the extremely cold land of the North."

One of his tasks this time was to go to the extremely cold land and hand over something to the Insight named Winster, which was an oracle that Martha conveyed to Andrina.

Now, the other party told himself that this guy was already dead, which made him a little unbelievable.

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