Half-elf Ranger

Under the thick night, gloomy black clouds over the Winter City covered the whole sky, and it made people feel very depressing at first glance.

But the **** arena at this time was extraordinarily lively, as if doing the last carnival.

When Thorne slowly stepped into the middle of the blood-stained bowl, holding an arena-specific long sword and a short sword in each hand.

The eyes of the nobles sitting in the auditorium lit up, and they started chattering.

"Just this small body? Still want to challenge for a hundred consecutive victories?"

"Unbelievable!"

"What's wrong with the small body, the ogre is still lying down!"

"What type of monsters will you meet today?"

"It was a bloodthirsty owl-headed bear who was beheaded yesterday."

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"Yo! Isn't this the young city lord Brandt? If you don't go to defend the city, why are you still in the mood to hang out here?"

In the most conspicuous position of the audience, a handsome red-haired man leaned on a chair, crossed Erlang's legs, took a sip of the scarlet wine from a crystal goblet, and said casually when he saw the man in armor.

"Mr. Vasilis, it seems that you are in high spirits today!" The armored man took off the metal helmet and said with a faint smile on his resolute face.

Then, he sat beside the red-haired man unceremoniously, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and unscrewed the cork to drink.

"Winter City is guarded by the shining guardian Kaladena wizard and your father, I am always in a good mood." Vasilis glanced at the towering wizard tower and smiled indifferently.

"Yes?"

Brandt uttered two words in a strange tone, then threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Mr. Brandt, shouldn't you come here just to throw the wine bottle?" Vasilis still maintained a kind smile.

"Who is the half-elf under the stage? It looks familiar." Brandt didn't answer, but turned his attention to the arena. When he saw Thorne's back, he asked Vasilis.

"Of course you are familiar. This is an outsider from the lower city, a wandering ranger. You caught the dungeon yourself last month." Vasilis stared at the wine glass in his hand and replied.

"It turned out to be him!" Brandt showed a glimpse, then his eyes flickered and said: "Mr. Vasilis, are you interested in taking a gamble?"

"Oh? Of course I'm happy to accompany you!" Vasilis's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Brandt unexpectedly, and responded readily.

Then he asked, "What are you betting on?"

"I heard that your Moraine family has just recruited two high-level wizards. I would like to invite them to take a seat at the East City Gate. The gnomes there should be very welcome.

I just don't know if the eldest young master of your family can be the master? ' Brandt said after some thought.

When Vasilis heard the words, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then he immediately returned to calm, and put his eyes on the crystal goblet in his hand for a moment of contemplation:

"Of course there is no problem, but if I win, I need your full support. After all, my younger brothers are not the masters of Anfen."

"It is my pleasure to work with Mr. Vasilis!"

Brandt responded happily. As a soldier on the front line, Brandt is naturally very aware of how severe the situation in Winter City is now.

Winterfell is an independent city of freedom, ostensibly ruled by his lord father Rosslet.

However, the real economic control of the city is controlled by the four major families headed by the Moraine family.

The four major families jointly contributed money, and the city lord forces used the money to maintain the army and were responsible for the guarding of Winter City. All business affairs within the city could not be interfered with.

That is to say, as long as the four major families cut off their offerings, the army of Winter City will starve.

However, the wizards in the Wizard Tower have always maintained their neutrality and never interfered with everything in the city except for the critical moment of Winter Winter City.

The current Winter City is surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the soldiers of the city have been fighting **** battles ahead. These nobles, headed by the four major families, have lived very comfortably under the protection of the city lord and the wizarding tower.

With the continuous growth of financial resources, these nobles who started as businessmen finally set their sights on the location of the City Lord's Mansion.

Watching the soldiers guarding the city wall continue to die tragically, the indifferent eyes of the nobles only have a desire for power.

They foolishly thought that as long as the army of the City Lord's Mansion was exhausted, they could truly control the entire Winter City with their accumulated power.

As for those invading foreign enemies?

The nobles have full confidence in the wizards in the wizard tower, and feel that they can definitely resist it. After all, they were the demons who fought off the abyss.

But Brandt knew from his father's vague hints that the wizard tower was already preparing the coordinates of the teleportation across planes, and was ready to retreat at any time.

So he wondered what the crisis was, even the wizards couldn't handle it?

And what he has to do now is to recover a little loss as much as possible, and quickly break through when the city is broken.

"Then how does Lord Brant plan to gamble?" Vasilis's voice interrupted Brant's contemplation.

"It's very simple, I'll bet on that half-elf ranger to win this game!" Brandt replied looking at Thorne's figure on the arena.

He recalled the accidental encounter between the two in that remote small bar a month ago.

Originally, after taking him away, he planned to lock him up for a few days to grind his anger, and then cultivate him as his own guard.

But what he didn't expect was that he was taken one step ahead by the Moraine family and taken away as a gladiator.

Moreover, winning or losing has nothing to lose to him. If he wins, he can get the help of two high-level wizards, and if he loses, it is nothing more than supporting Vasilis.

Winter City is almost out of control. These nobles are still thinking about how to fight for power and profits. Maybe with the disappearance of the wizard tower, this place will soon be turned into ruins. Who cares about those things.

"It seems that you are very confident in this wanderer!" Vasilis glanced at Brandt unexpectedly.

"It's nothing, it's just pleasing to the eye, then it's up to you to choose the rest. I believe you are definitely not the kind of person who likes to break the rules." Brandt said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, but you should simply investigate. This wanderer has won 98 consecutive victories, so according to the rules of the arena, his opponent must be carefully considered."

Vasilis took a sip from the wine glass, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was already winning.

"Really? That's such a pity." Brandt frowned slightly, pretending to be a little regretful.

"Go and notify, let the troll hunter out and play with the wandering ranger!" Vasilis instructed the guards around him.