Half-elf Ranger

"Half-elf in the distance! Don't try to get close, get out!" The icy voice yelled at the hazy shadow in a dark corner.

"Is it still discovered?" Thorne frowned and muttered to himself, then walked straight out of the corner of the shadow and walked towards the two guards guarding the gate.

This is the junction of the upper and lower urban areas of Winter City. The fastest shortcut from the lower urban area to the upper urban area is the gate in front of you.

Otherwise, you can only bypass the outer city where the poor live, and then pass through the business district.

Because Shangcheng District belongs to the residential area of ​​the nobles of Winter City, the luxurious and decadent nobles always like to look down on other residents below, and the gate in front of them is also to prevent the entry of idlers other than nobles.

Anyone who does not travel with the nobles, does not serve with noble servants, and does not carry the nobles' employment certificate will be blocked from the door.

In order to test his stealth skills, Thorne always likes to turn on his stealth skills every time he comes here and walk slowly through the corners of the shadows.

But what disappointed him was that every time he approached the two guards about ten meters, he would be immediately reprimanded, which indirectly proved that the guards of the goal must be stronger than him.

This is a real otherworld. Although players have the so-called attribute template and the function of killing monsters and upgrading, there is no magical reconnaissance technique.

If you lose a skill, you will get most of the opponent's information. If you want to find out the opponent's strength, you can only rely on guessing and strong intuition, in addition to combat testing.

In the wilderness, Thorne once encountered a kobold who was alone, and what he did not expect was that the other party turned out to be a kobold warlock.

Then he was almost burned to death by the opponent's face-to-face flaming hand. Fortunately, he practiced the desert wind martial arts, and the fire avoidance art has a high resistance to flame damage, so he saved his life in embarrassment.

At this time, Thorne was wearing a simple pure black linen clothes. All the items on his body, including weapons and equipment, were put into the dimension bag hidden by him.

The actual space inside the bag is much larger than it looks on the outside.

Although only the size of a palm, it can hold up to 50 pounds and a volume of no more than 5 cubic feet.

And no matter what's in it, the dimensional bag always weighs 5 pounds.

If used normally, because the surface has simple enchantments, it will not be damaged easily.

But if it is vandalized, you can experience the fun of explosive equipment, and all the things in it will crash and fall to the ground happily.

Thorne once fought with a low-level evil wizard in the wild. When attacking the opponent, he accidentally cut the wizard's dimension bag, and all kinds of strange things were scattered all over the ground in an instant.

It made him experience the feeling of killing monsters for the first time, as if he had returned to the era of online games in his youth, but what followed was a dull pain in his heart.

Because the dimensional bag sells for 200 gold coins in the wizard's arcane shop, which means that he indirectly damaged an item worth nearly 200 gold coins.

Although the dimensional bag is very convenient for carrying items, don't put the weapon in it when you are about to fight.

There is a certain delay in taking anything from the bag, which is why most spellcasters have many pockets sewn on the inside of their robes.

Because the casting of many spells requires casting materials before mastering the feat of casting free materials.

Therefore, Thorne's weapons are always carried with him unless there is an accident. Only in this way can he make various responses more quickly in battle.

But today was different. The place he was going was the Bloody Arena at the junction of the lower city and the upper city.

To keep the nobles entertained, gladiators in the arena were not allowed to wear armor and use enchanted weapons.

Only in this way can the nobles with high eyes and eyes on the top of their heads clearly see the wounds and splashes of blood brought by the gladiators every time they fight.

"Show your identification." One of the guards saw Thorne coming, tightened the long sword in his hand, and then said coldly.

Thorne didn't care much about this, so he took out a palm-sized metal plaque engraved with simple magic runes and handed it over.

"Gladiator of the Moraine family? Another guy who wants money and not his life. You can go in."

The guard took over Thorne's identity card, and after seeing the family crest on it, he glanced at him unexpectedly, muttered, and then let it go.

Thorne calmly took the sign and walked to one of the small doors on both sides of the gate.

The gate is reserved for the so-called nobles who are called by the commoners, and the lowest-level personnel are only allowed to pass through the small gate.

In Toril's world, all the rules are silently followed by people after many **** incidents, and Thorne naturally doesn't want to touch this bad head.

As long as he can survive today, then he will quickly leave this place of right and wrong and go to a place that truly belongs to the players.

"That half-elf looked familiar just now, what's his name?" one of the guards asked when he saw Thorne's disappearing back.

"It seems to be called Thorne..."

"It turned out to be Thorne, **** it! How could I forget such an important thing, I would have known that I would not have exchanged guard positions with that guy Lando!" The guard who asked the question suddenly said with some regret.

Because the guard inside the **** arena could see the wonderful fight, he foolishly agreed to him for a little benefit from the other party.

"What's the situation?"

"I can tell at a glance that you were transferred recently, even Thorne doesn't know, this half-elf is not easy, he has won 98 consecutive victories in the arena, and it is very likely that the first one with 100 consecutive victories will be born tonight. Gladiator! I missed witnessing this historic moment."

"If a 100-game winning streak is so easy to get, it won't be that there hasn't been one until now." Another guard snorted coldly, pouring a basin of cold water in disdain.

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The Arena of Blood is a huge bowl-shaped pit whose walls are built into the shape of an auditorium.

The flat area at the bottom of the bowl was specially provided for slaves, beasts, various monsters and gladiators to fight.

Usually every battle ends with the death of one of the parties.

This is a place for many idle nobles in Winter City to vent and entertain. After all, there are really not many so-called entertainment activities in this world.

Rather than an arena, it would be more appropriate to call it a gladiatorial arena or a colosseum. The so-called competition is just a decent name for nobles to make their faces brighter.

The **** arena provides lively and interesting performances to the nobles, and they are not stingy with betting on their favorite objects.

Even some nobles who can't see each other will send their own guards to kill each other, and then bet heavily on these **** games to win chips and benefits in various infighting.

And Thorne was fortunate enough to come into contact here, precisely because last month in Andrina's bar while fighting with the bandit player.

Due to the excessive movement, it attracted the attention of the city guards, and was then put in the underground death row of Winter City.

So in order to survive and gain a free identity, Thorne successfully became a gladiator of the Moraine family. After he helped the Moraine family to complete 10 consecutive victories, he was finally released.

However, Thorne fell in love with it deeply. The purpose of his coming here is to achieve 100 consecutive victories, and after completing it, he can also obtain a powerful background feat: Bloody Challenger!

And tonight will be his last night in Winter City. Of course, he may turn into a cold corpse, and then be thrown into the sewers or fed some ferocious beasts.

Nearly two years of **** adventures in the game made him have no fear of death, but that didn't mean he would die foolishly.

Since he dares to come here, he naturally has the strength to rely on.

Thorne was standing at the top of the bowl-shaped pit in the arena now, his tousled black hair lifted by the biting cold wind, silently watching the environment below and feeling the cheers of the audience in the seats.

This is a habit of his. Every time before a duel, he will quietly observe a few battles. Only in this way can he better stimulate his blood!