The sun went down, leaving behind that gilded back light that turned the sky a lovely rosy color.

However, Thorne, who used to like watching the sunset very much, is not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery under the afterglow at all.

Clearly, there was something more important that caught his attention.

At this time, he was sitting on a higher rock in the valley, leaning against an old tree with a crooked neck, staring intently at a small dagger in the palm of his hand, his fingers gently rubbing the magic rune on the hilt of the blade .

At that time, his brows were furrowed, and sometimes he was lost in thought, as if he was deciphering some obscure mystery.

A cool breeze blows in the valley due to the coming night, and the dense bushes and weeds sway softly, making a clattering sound.

A quack crow hovered above the bare withered tree, looked at the figure of the ranger under the tree, uttered a desolate cry, flapped its wings, and disappeared.

I don't know how long it took, a look of joy appeared on Thorne's face sitting beside the tree, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook off a few leaves from his clothes and stood up, moving his numb legs.

Then, he looked at the dagger in the palm of his hand with interest, sandwiched it between his fingers, and moved his flexible fingers.

Immediately, the dagger flying at his fingertips slid across his palm with afterimages that were difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Suddenly, the dagger flashing with magic light disappeared in the shadow space of the shadow hand glove, and then returned to the palm of the palm with a slight smile on the corner of Thorne's mouth.

As a ranger, he is not very skilled in the use of daggers. To be precise, he has never fought with such a small weapon.

The reason why he can achieve this level of proficiency is entirely due to the dexterity of his hands and the legendary equipment he wears on his wrist.

For Thorne, his best weapon is the sword, followed by the bow.

As for other light weapons, he has never been specially trained in this area.

After all, it is because one's energy is too limited.

Even so, his swordsmanship skills are still far from being a master of swordsmanship, and his bow and arrows are in a situation where they are inferior to those of others.

If you want to integrate these two weapons, you must experience the silence of time before you can practice it to the top.

Now that his swordsmanship has been established, as long as he continues to train according to the swordsmanship he has mastered, it is only a matter of time before he reaches the realm of a swordsman master.

Only this shooting skill was very embarrassing. The purpose of his trip was not only to advance to the hero level, but also to go to the Northland wasteland to find the Bow Monastery located in the Lost Star Mountains.

Because there is a heritage of the most exquisite shooting skills and Zen archery, and he naturally wants to try his luck.

Thorne fondly played with the newly acquired dagger in his hand, familiar with its use.

Although daggers have many unexpected uses. But as he mastered the Nine Swords genre, his dependence on this weapon, which relies on sensitivity to exert its greatest effect, is not so strong.

After all, in his opinion, this kind of weapon is still a bit too short, and it is only suitable for close combat and assassination, which obviously does not suit his fighting style.

However, this dagger seized from the fourth-order hunter had to pay attention to it after he spent several hours identifying all its attributes.

The total length of the dagger in his hand is about 15 centimeters. It is better to say that it is more like a disposable throwing weapon than a dagger.

However, in Thorne's view, the role this dagger brought him is very important to him now, no less than other equipment on his body.

This is a dagger with a spiral hilt, and the blade is serrated with conical sharp points. If it is thrown violently, it will be like a spinning sharp blade during the flight.

In fact, this weapon carried by the fourth-order hunter is not used for melee combat, its blade is not sharp at all, and it is difficult to even make a trace on the tree behind it.

Its role is more like a functional prop to keep people and save lives.

Dimensional Slicing Blade +1

Type: Dagger

Quality: Purple Excellent

Ability: Planar awareness

Medium Conjuration Aura: 4 charges per day, the wearer can activate 2 special effects.

Blockade: Consumes 1 charge and fires a green ray. Any creature hit will be enveloped in an emerald green shimmering force field that completely prevents any extradimensional movement. Teleportation spells such as: Astral Projection, Blink, Dimensional Step, Shadow Shuttle.

Cutting: Consuming 2 or more charges, you can use the Blade of the Dimension Walker to forcibly cut the force field barrier of the imprisoned space on the reality plane (whether it can be broken or not depends entirely on the number of charges consumed and the caster's Casting level), thereby restoring the use of inter-dimensional teleportation spells, such as: dimensional anchors, dimensional locks and other blocking spells.

(Note: This is a magic weapon specially designed for space barrier blockade. No matter what kind of adventurer has this weapon, they can play a very big role in the face of the caster group. When holding this weapon When using a dagger, you can clearly sense the force field barrier that the surrounding space is blocked, and you can also perceive the approximate location of the target's extra-dimensional teleportation.)

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Thorne flipped his palm, and the dagger disappeared from his palm.

Facts have proved that his eyesight is quite good.

After the battle of the Mara hunters is over, it is natural to search for the spoils of Mara believers.

And this weapon was smashed out of the killed hunter leader.

Since he possesses the professional characteristic of a kendo master, "sensing magic", he can see and see the uniqueness of this weapon at a glance beside the corpse of the hunter.

So he directly gave up other items and kept this weapon.

It can be seen from the attributes of the blade of the different-dimensional walker that this is a magical equipment specially designed for teleportation spells and other-dimensional movement.

With this weapon, he can effectively target him when he faces the indefensible life-saving teleportation spells of the wizards in the future.

For example, the man in black he met at the Twin Towers Hotel, if he had this weapon at the time, it would be impossible for him to slip away in front of his eyes when the other party was about to teleport spells.

Similarly, if he faces the enemy's blocked space and cannot rely on the teleportation skills of the Shadow Hand faction to escape, he can also use this weapon to forcibly break the space blockade and leave.

In fact, for such equipment that can block and break space spells, Thorne has long been paying attention to such magical items.

However, what made him depressed was that few people in Sept City had sold such equipment, and if they wanted to buy it, they could only go to the Wizarding Union headquarters in the middle of the continent.

Unexpectedly, he actually obtained such extremely rare magical items here, which can be regarded as making up for some of his fatal flaws.

With this equipment, he can deal with spellcaster enemies with similar strength, whether he is chasing or escaping, he can do it with ease, and he will not be led by the enemy's mysterious spells.

After obtaining this equipment, Thorne, who was in a good mood, glanced at the afterglow of the sunset that disappeared on the horizon, and then looked towards the valley, searching for the location of the elf banshee Kefla.

At this time, the silver dragon guards of the paladin General Ava had already left the valley, and the villages of the people of black blood and the corpses of the hunters were all burnt down by the elf swordsman Lance, leaving only the smoke and smoke. ruins.

As an aboriginal resident who has lived in a small village since he was a child, Lance, the elf swordsman, can be said to have hated this group of hunters who slaughtered the village.

Although he was avenged, he obviously did not intend to continue living here, so there was no need to keep these things in the world.

As for whether this valley with convenient terrain will be occupied by the ogres and hill giants of the Wild Skull Mountains in the future, it is unknown.

Thorne looked around and found that he did not find the figures of the paladin Ava and the elf swordsman Lance, and did not know where the two gourds were hiding.

However, he soon discovered the playful little banshee.

There was a ditch that had long since dried up beside a dense reed field, and it was in that place that he heard the cry of Kevlar coming to play.

So he followed the voice and walked in the direction of Kevlar's play.

In that ditch, in addition to the little banshee, there are a group of naughty little monkeys.

These cute little monkeys screamed 'jijiji' excitedly with their tender voices, making his eardrums hurt.

Thorne couldn't help laughing and laughing to find the little monkeys running up and down the ditch chasing the little banshee, like a school of fish that gathered together but kept changing direction.

But there is no river or school of fish, just a bunch of naughty little monkeys playing with an elf girl.

Thorne also saw a skinny monkey that was distinctly different from the other monkeys, running out of breath at the back of the line.

Obviously, this monkey that doesn't look cute at all should have been made by a little devil, because there is nothing on Kevlar's shoulder.

Just as Thorne was about to walk to the ditch, he suddenly found the witch Cecil sitting on a nearby lawn.

I saw her hands wrapped around her knees, her head resting on her knees, and she looked in the direction of the little banshee with a smile.

Since Thorne didn't slow down his footsteps deliberately, the witch soon noticed the sound of him coming, and subconsciously turned his head to look, and then extended his hand to greet him with a smile.

"It's hard to imagine this innocent and lively little girl, her true identity was cruelly transformed into a banshee." Seeing Thorne stop and watch, the witch couldn't help but sigh with a smile.

The first impression the Banshee gave her was an undead creature formed by the cursed souls of elven women.

These elves suffer from the pain of life after being cursed by the banshee, and the curse gradually injures them, causing them to decay mentally and physically until they are transformed into undead upon death.

When the witch learned from Thorne that her identity was a real banshee, in addition to being shocked, she also felt an inexplicable feeling of pity for the same disease.

"It can only be said that her luck is better. An accident was transformed into a physical banshee, giving her self-consciousness and learning ability. And because of another accident, she met the most important person in her life, This allows her to retain her original innocence without restoring her memories before her death."

Hearing the other party's sigh, Thorne looked at Kevra, who was helping a little monkey who accidentally fell to the ground, and saw that she comforted the grinning monkey and extended a small hand to gently help it Kneading a sore knee.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but think of the first time he met this little banshee when he was exploring the tower.

If Andrina, who was with him at the time, didn't show kindness and wanted to keep her, then this lively little girl would definitely become the soul of his sword.

"This kind of carefree life really makes people yearn." The witch looked at the little banshee playing in the monkey group, and said with a bit of envy.

"Aren't you the same as her? For you, there is nothing to envy." Thorne glanced at her, his expression changed, and he replied coldly.

Hearing Thorne's words, the witch Cecil froze for a moment, then sighed softly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I didn't expect you to see it out."

"So, in fact, you died in the disaster three years ago." Hearing the other party's own admission, Thorne became interested and tentatively stated his guess.

"How should I say it? This matter is much more complicated than I imagined." The witch Cecil, who was sitting on the lawn, heard Thorne's words, and seemed to be touched by some painful memories.

I saw her rubbing her forehead and brushing all the messy black hair behind her head, and said helplessly:

"Actually, this was originally a choice I made, but it was implemented ahead of time because of this accident."

"Why did you make this choice?" Listening to the voice of the witch, Thorne thought of Vel'Koz, the mind flayer who planned to go the way of the lich.

"Because I am very aware of my abilities, and I also know that in my lifetime, I have absolutely no chance to advance to the Legend of Destiny. Now that I have come to this world, I don't want my life to end because of the passing of time, so I have no hesitation. He chose this road with no end in sight, and only hoped to pursue immortality under the blessing of immortality."

Sorceress Cecil's gaze turned to the little banshee playing in the ditch again, looking at her innocent, lively and lovely appearance, she seemed to see a glimmer of light in the darkness and hope for the future.

"Then may you never lose your true nature on the path you choose."

Thorne understood the meaning of the witch, and sincerely wished her a blessing, and turned away without waiting for the other party to reply.

In the ancient castle in Twin Towers, he became suspicious of the identity of the wizard player.

So after entering the valley, he took the opportunity to instruct Taring to detect her real situation in the dark.

The result of Taring's detection really surprised him.

Thorne originally thought that this witch was at most a sequelae caused by too strong negative energy aura because of the practice of necromantic spells.

Who would have thought that she was already in a semi-lich state, which could be said to be between the living and the dead.

For this situation, Taring's explanation is that, to a certain extent, very few liches can indeed retain their own bodies like physical banshees.

For example, dedicate one's faith to an absolutely neutral undead god, the undead beauty Ye Yao.

This **** mastered an extremely perfect and gorgeous anti-corrosion magic, which could keep those lich who believed in him always maintaining the appearance of his life.

But Tarling did not detect any energy associated with the power of faith in her.

Thorne, who couldn't figure it out, suddenly remembered that Cecil's teacher was Winster, who claimed to be a necromancer, and guessed the general reason.

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