Half-elf Ranger

After walking down the city wall, Thorne came to this fairly familiar town again.

The southern gate of Twilight Town is still tightly closed, prohibiting everyone from passing through.

Near the city gate are more than a dozen player guards dressed in Twilight Town leather armor, each with a Twilight Town badge hanging on the left chest.

The emblem has the same pattern as Twilight Town's flag on the city walls.

It was a group of sunset that was about to fall, exuding a hazy blood-colored brilliance, and then a sharp sword was inserted into the center of the crack of the sunset.

It seems to be telling that the players in Twilight Town are not reconciled to the afterglow of the sunset, and they want to break the upcoming dusk!

Most of the houses in the town are stone flat-roofed houses, and only a few look like exquisite modern small western-style buildings.

The road is very spacious and can be paralleled by four carriages. The whole is gradually paved with three layers of gravel.

The gaps in the gravel are filled with a mixture of lime, water and clay, which is not only durable but also very comfortable to step on.

At this time, Twilight Town was shrouded in the dark cloud of the gnoll attack, resulting in only a few sparse people walking on the streets of the town.

A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman kept mumbling something while walking.

Thorne's keen intuition naturally heard it clearly.

Nothing but: Damn Twilight! With such a heavy business tax, it can't even solve the small problem of the gnoll. Don't let me complain about the winter here.

In this small town, although players are the main players, there are also a large number of native residents. Some of them are businessmen who come and go, some are adventurers who like to roam, or some refugees who are accepted when the periphery of Winter City is invaded.

In Thorn's Waterfall Town, the number of original residents is almost the same as the number of players, after all, the players there are only latecomers.

"Hello, strange adventurer, what service do you need?"

A burly dwarf with a gully-wrinkled face and a gray beard greeted Thorne as he approached.

This is an old mountain dwarven blacksmith, a tribe of mountain dwarves that once lived in the Great Swordscar Mountains.

Because they couldn't resist the attack of the ogres, they were finally relocated to Twilight Town at the invitation of the lord Sarayan, mainly responsible for making weapons and equipment for the guards of Twilight Town.

However, there are no ready-made minerals in Twilight Town, and all their mineral resources need to be purchased from Winter City.

Today, the trade route between Winter City and Twilight Town has been blocked due to the invasion of gnolls and the fall of Far Mountain Town.

If you want to recover, unless you completely drive all the large gnoll tribes wandering in the emerald field back to the Great Sword Mark Mountains, let them continue to fight each other with the hill giants and other tribes.

"Help me make twenty of these arrowheads." Thorne took an arrow from his quiver and handed it to the dwarf blacksmith in front of him.

"The tail feathers of the dire eagle, Gerald's arrow bamboo, and the most exquisite forging techniques of mountain dwarves, young adventurer, are you planning to hunt down mountain giants?"

The dwarf blacksmith's rough and thick hand gently stroked the arrow, tsk tsk amazement.

"Thirty gold coins, the old rule, pay half the deposit first, and you can come and pick it up at noon tomorrow.

Taking advantage of this time, I think you need to go to the Salted Fish Hotel and take a comfortable hot bath, because I smell the blood on you that makes me very uncomfortable. "

The dwarf blacksmith pinched his red nose and frowned.

"Then I'll trouble you." Thorne took out fifteen gold coins and handed them to the dwarf blacksmith, then turned and left.

This dwarf is the patriarch of all mountain dwarven tribes and the best blacksmith in the whole of Twilight Town.

The arrowhead forged by him is only slightly stronger than the arrowhead in Thorne's hand, but the price is half that of the player dwarves in Winter City.

The next place Thorne needs to go is a relatively remote corner of Twilight Town.

Because there are merchants who travel in various planes, they are only interested in cherishing items, and at the same time, these merchants also hold a large number of enchanted equipment and high-level magic scrolls.

As long as you have enough gold coins, you can buy almost all equipment below the golden and legendary quality from him.

These merchants call themselves: Plane Merchants!

It is said that they often travel to various plane worlds, so they have all kinds of strange items.

In the entire Emerald Field, only Twilight Town has such a person.

According to Thorne's own speculation, the reason why this plane merchant appeared here is most likely because there are too many kryptonite tyrants here.

Since they called themselves businessmen, they must have come for their own interests. Wherever there is a war, they will be there.

Of course, the premise is that you have money, when your funds are drained by the various disposable magic scrolls of these plane merchants.

The mysterious and unpredictable plane merchants will quickly activate the teleportation spell to go to the next place where they can get huge profits.

Similarly, if it weren't for the powerful magic scrolls provided by the plane merchants, Twilight Town might not have existed until now.

Their tall and magnificent city walls will not be built securely.

Thorne gently pushed open a tattered wooden door and entered the stone house.

The stone house is not very big, with a bed and books scattered around, occupying almost all the space.

A thin old man in a gray robe sat cross-legged on the bed, his white beard tugging on his knees.

"Half-elf little ranger, do you need to sell or buy." The old man opened his cloudy eyes, looked at Thorne lazily, and said lightly.

"Sell." Thorne doesn't have too many words. These old guys are generally eccentric. The more they talk, the easier it is to say things.

"Take it out."

Thorne first took out a pinch of the lake spirit's long silver-white hair from the dimension bag.

"Oh, the lake spirit's long hair is not bad. It's a pity that I didn't peel off the lake spirit's skin. Otherwise, I can make a perfect magic item."

The old man was surprised when he saw Hu Jing's long hair, then shook his head regretfully and said, "I'll give you 1,000 gold coins."

As soon as the words fell, Hu Jing's long hair was attracted by an invisible force, and then fell into the hands of the old man.

Lake Spirit skin!

Thorne, who has natural knowledge, is relatively familiar with these natural fey creatures.

In fact, the most valuable thing on Lake Spirit is not the long silver hair, but the skin!

If a master who is proficient in skinning technology peels off the skin of the lake spirit perfectly, it can sell for at least 5,000 gold coins.

However, Thorne naturally wouldn't do this kind of **** and cruel way, which would be equivalent to completely killing a lake spirit, and he himself would suffer the soul curse of the lake spirit forever.

Then Thorne took out two razor boar tusks from the dimension bag, which were given to him by Druigst before leaving, as a thank you gift for beheading the Mara believers.

Thorne did not shirk, but chose to accept it directly.

"The fangs of the Razor Boar are unfortunately attacked by flame magic. They are not so perfect. They need to be re-polished. It costs 400 gold coins each, for a total of 800 gold coins."

The old man just glanced at it and immediately recognized the shortcomings. After Thorne nodded, the two fangs were once again attracted by an invisible force and fell into the hands of the old man.

"So, this surprising half-elf, what do you need?" The old man looked at Thorne with a smile.

"I need a belt of ogre power." Thorne pondered for a while, looking at the old man and said.

The three-piece set of Ogre Power Gloves, Ogre Power Belt and Ogre Power Bracers can be regarded as a skill-based occupation like him, and the price/performance ratio is quite good.

These equipments can increase their strength up to 18 points, which is almost enough for a ranger like Thorne who only has 15 points of strength.

At least he can fully draw his composite longbow, and the power of the arrows increases by another rank.

"It's a wise choice, half-elf! The price of the power belt is 1500 gold coins." The old man squinted and smiled at Thorne, as if a profiteer had succeeded.

Then with a thought, a pure black belt and the remaining 300 gold coins appeared from the floating air fluctuations, and then slowly fell to Thorne.

Thorne put away the gold coins, and then looked at the attributes of the belt in his hand:

Belt of Ogre Power

Type: belt

Quality: blue · extraordinary

Special effect: Strength +2 (up to 18 points)

(Note: Produced by ogres, it must be a boutique! - Plane Merchant: Caracalla!)