Half-elf Ranger

Under the illumination of the four ever-bright torches in the bowl-shaped pit, Thorne could clearly see the **** fight between the two beasts in the arena.

In the field is a fight between a swamp bear from the Underdark and a bear goblin in the wilderness, but unfortunately, the battle is coming to an end.

This swamp bear, who haunts all parts of the Underdark, is clearly superior.

With a swoop of the swamp bear, it was over in an instant, biting the throat of the goblin bear who was immobilized due to a leg injury.

The swamp bear opened his big mouth mixed with the fur and blood of the bear goblin, raised his head and roared angrily, as if to celebrate his victory.

But the scarlet blood glow in its eyes showed that its purpose was not that simple.

Sure enough, four swamp bearmen landed on the ground in an instant, and then jumped vigorously to the staff who were dragging the corpse of the bear goblin in the field.

However, it is clear that this swamp bear man, who has not realized his status as a slave until now, is destined to be unable to succeed in its attack, and will only increase the suffering.

With a mocking sneer from the groundskeeper, the Swamp Bearman soon got its irrational punishment.

I saw a strong blue lightning flash from the collar on its neck, and the Swamp Bearman rolled and roared in pain while clutching his neck.

In just a moment, the Zedi Bearman lay on the ground and twitched a few times in the torment of the lightning crackling, and then he stopped moving, and it seemed that he had fainted.

Then he was dragged into the fence gate by the staff again.

As a slave from the Underdark, the owner of the arena will not let them die easily until it has fully utilized its value.

The only destination for this feral and ferocious beast is to be killed in the icy arena with the cheers of the nobles.

Then the corpse was dragged away by the staff and fed to some unknown beasts to drain the last bit of its effect.

After all, all the beasts and slaves that can be fought in the **** arena are all consumables, and it is difficult to satisfy those crazy nobles without a source of a large number of beasts and slaves.

Although the ogres, trolls, gnolls, lizardmen and other humanoids are abundant in the Great Sword Mark Mountains, they can fully meet the supply and demand of the arena in the roundup of various mercenary organizations.

But if there are occasional beasts and slaves from the endless dark tunnel of the underground world, it will arouse the excitement of the nobles, and then make wild bets.

Thorne was not surprised by the abnormality of the swamp bear just now, because this kind of thing always happens many times a day.

Winter City is a city of freedom and a city full of sin, so it is difficult for the good gods destined to the world of Toril to gain a foothold here.

In the words of these missionaries of the good gods: this is a city formed by a mob, they are all crazy, even the gods will not care for you!

It is true that the hands of those who can survive in Winter City are not stained with a trace of blood.

After all, this is a free sin city!

The camp is absolutely neutral.

Absolute neutrality is sometimes more terrifying than good and evil, because often at critical moments, you simply don't know which side they will favor, and who will suddenly be behind.

At this time, the figure walking in the venue caught Thorne's attention.

This is a strange monster! Seeing the other party for the first time, Thorne noticed something strange.

The orcs of the world of Toril are very aggressive and generally belong to the evil and chaotic camp, and they often pillage, loot, and engage other creatures.

And they have been feuding with elves and dwarves for centuries, usually fighting when they meet.

It is said that in ancient times, the gods gathered to divide the world for their followers.

Gruumsh, the chief **** of the orcs, declared that he had taken the mountain, only to find that it had been taken by the dwarves.

Then he turned and declared that he had taken the forest, where the elves already lived.

Gruumsh's two proclamations ended in failure, and he was mocked by the rest of the gods for nothing.

Then Gruumsh roared furiously at all, and with his mighty spear he destroyed the mountains, burned the forests, and carved deep fissures in the earth.

Since then, these races will fight each other as soon as they meet, and finally the orcs are driven to the barren land of the northern wasteland.

Orcs have gray skin, rough hair, low foreheads, pig faces, and primitive humans with prominent lower canine teeth resembling wild boar tusks.

Their natural occupation is barbarian, and some orcs even have the ability to rage right after birth.

But the orc that appeared on the arena made Thorne feel that something was wrong. The orc was too quiet.

Although he was wearing a filthy coarse cloth, it felt neat to wear, and his rough hair was tied into a ponytail and left behind.

Holding a long sword in his hand, he walked to the center of the arena calmly, without the slightest fear of being a slave. I saw him stick the long sword on the ground, then sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes slightly closed, quietly Wait for your opponent to come.

Thorne the Orc had seen a lot and killed a lot in the arena, and his first impression was dirty, savage, bloodthirsty and crazy.

So... this orc slave is most likely a player!

Thorne guessed the identity of the other party with his own intuition.

After a while, amid the protests of the nobles who were dissatisfied with their waiting, a thin figure stepped out again with the heavy sound of the fence gate.

With long gray hair, dark skin and bright red eyes, this is a male drow, and of course it can also be called: a dark elf!

In the Underdark, a drow group dominated by a matriarchal society, male drow elves generally have little status, and they are all kinds of tool people.

In the early days of the game, many male players were attracted by the handsomeness of the drow race.

But in the end, most of them couldn't bear the harsh environment and inferior status in the Underdark, so they deleted their accounts and retrained.

I saw this male drow holding a long sword in each hand, occupying the other corner of the arena, crossing his swords, posing in a very strange defensive posture, staring coldly at the calm-faced orc.

Is it the wandering swordsman? Or a drow swordsman master?

Thorne thought for a moment, only to find two special occupations for male drow.

Accompanied by the wild cheers of the nobles.

The battle between the orcs from the northern wasteland and the drow of the Underdark is about to begin!

In this tense atmosphere, a goblin standing in the center of the circular disk suddenly flew out of midair.

Thorne is no stranger to this goblin, he is the commentator in the arena to bring the atmosphere to those nobles to make heavy bets.

This goblin is a 3rd-level wizard who is proficient in 1st-level Amplification and 2nd-level Tamsen Floating Disc.

And the floating disk standing under his feet is formed by Tan Sen floating disk technique, which is very suitable for this kind of lightweight goblin to walk and hurry.

"The following two are the Orc Juggernaut from the Northern Wasteland and the Drow Swordsman Master from the Underdark Region! In the battle between swordsmanship, who is better! Let's wait and see!"

The voice of the goblin interpreter was very loud with the blessing of amplifying, and the standard lingua franca spread throughout the circular bowl pit.

Juggernaut among orcs?

A look of surprise flashed in Thorne's eyes, and there was actually a player who had successfully transferred to a Juggernaut.

Juggernaut is a melee profession specializing in mind, skill, body and will. If you want to cultivate a sword, you must first cultivate your mind.

In addition to barbarians, almost all melee occupations can be advanced.

However, the conditions required are very harsh, and there must be a corresponding instructor for guidance and training.

As the most powerful advanced class in the melee class, it also has a very obvious weakness, that is, it cannot wear any defensive armor, because this greatly affects their full play.

Just like the wizard wearing heavy armor to cast spells is easy to interrupt the same reason.

Thorne watched the upcoming duel with some anticipation.

"Start!"

With the loud voice of the goblin narrator, it did not imagine the life-and-death struggle between the orcs and the drow.

In the arena, the Orc Juggernaut held a sword in one hand, stroked his chest with his left hand, and then slightly possessed the drow elf.

Then he immediately put on a defensive posture, without the slightest move.

In the face of the very polite greeting from the orc swordsman, the drow elf seemed to be insulted, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

But it was only fleeting, and the drow also kept a defensive posture and remained motionless...

Obviously, the two master swordsmen are looking for the other's flaws, and then launch a fatal blow!

At this time, the auditorium suddenly became silent, and all attention was attracted by the confrontation between the two.

This is a battle of patience, and whoever reveals flaws first will suffer a fatal counterattack first.

As a commentator of the arena, the goblin wizard obviously does not want the patient battle in front of him to continue, so he must bring the atmosphere into play!

So there was a playful look in the eyes of the goblin flying in the air, and he saw that he stretched out his finger slightly, flashing a faint magic light.

bump!

A roar similar to thunder suddenly exploded between the orc swordsman and the drow elves!

When the orc swordsman heard the sound, he tightened the long sword in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he was unmoved.

The drow elf's reaction was different. I saw him holding a long sword with a flickering cold light in each hand at the moment when the voice sounded, turning into a black shadow and attacking the orc swordsman.

Roar!

Clang!

A roar full of power and a piercing symphony of gold and iron sounded at the same time.

There is no gorgeous magic shining, and there is no powerful aura like a landslide, just a simple collision of two figures!

bump!

bang! bang!

When the collision was over, Thorne found that a trace of blood suddenly appeared on the neck of the drow, and then the blood stain gradually deepened until the head rolled to the ground with a dull sound.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword in the left hand of the drow elf was also cut into two pieces and fell to the ground, while the long sword in the right hand was deeply inserted into the chest of the orc swordsman.

However, because of the berserk ability that the orc suddenly launched, his body nearly two meters tall suddenly increased, and this sword stab was not fatal.

This orc swordsman actually mastered the natural rage, and Thorne was slightly surprised when he saw the scene under the stage. (Rage: Strength +4, Constitution +4)

The orc swordsman was seriously injured, and the drow swordsman master died!

Victory has been revealed!