The Beiwang Inn, whose name is taken from the ancient name of a mountain peak in the North Faren World Ridge mountain range. This is the most frequented place by mercenaries and adventurers in the town of Brinsander, and therefore the most trouble-prone place in the city.

Blondes, redheads, browns, blacks, people of all hair, skin and eye colors gather here, and even goblins and half-elves and half-orcs.

As expected, Thomas and his party were approached by trouble. Thomas and the dwarf couldn't help but glance at each other.

The latter saw helplessness in the eyes of the former: "So the more I come into contact with animals, the more I dislike humans." ”

And the former saw the banter in the eyes of the latter: "I just like this kind of behavior of your masters, it is very valuable for research!"

If the Mithril armor on Mina's body can at least buy a suite in Shanghai, the armor on the dwarf is about the same as buying a car. So those people didn't intend to trouble him, but instead they set their sights on Thomas Mossad, who looked relatively thin. The rangers are no longer short among the Chinese, but unfortunately most of the barbarians here are strong men who are nearly two meters tall.

Moreover, the Northlands, especially in Icewind Dale, have a habit of thinking that ranged weapons are bad and melee is a good man. Only the javelins and throwing axes, which they were accustomed to, were not considered weapons used by cowards.

When he was a scout with the elves, he didn't practice melee combat at all because his main focus was on ranged weapons such as bows.

"Ice Hunter boy, this is not the place you should be, go home and eat your seals and pickled puffins!"

While boasting of his pectorals and biceps, the defiant savage looked around and let out a smug grin with his tablemate.

In this world, strength is not determined solely by muscle size. Just as internal forces tend to have a great bonus in martial arts novels, magic and divine energy can easily outperform muscle and steel.

"But you're just like me, no, a worm weaker than I am. The Ranger had an impatient look on his face, he didn't want to waste those specially crafted non-lethal arrows, and he didn't want to use the spell slot that only one remained.

"Hey, hey. Seeing Thomas's embarrassed expression, the savage, believing himself to have a plan, rushed over, and stretched out his large hand to grab him at the chest.

For professional martial artists, this is a very deadly act. It is said that someone who is famous for Chen's Tai Chi was strangled by the other party when he was young when he stretched out his hand.

He didn't know how to fight, and he didn't want to fight, he casually pushed it away, didn't look back, and slid his body straight backwards out of the door.

Thinking that he wanted to escape, the barbarian laughed sarcastically and chased after him.

"Daddy!" the gnome, who had been disguised as a human child since he left the house, let out a cry and crawled out ......of the hotel: "You bad guys, don't beat my dad!"

The dwarf was at least a few dozen years old, and whenever he did something like that, Thomas was afraid that he would lose his life. However, he still shouted cooperatively: "Wending, be careful!"

A few of the barbarian's companions were just about to chase them out, but the dwarf in heavy armor stood in front of them.

The meaning is very simple: "Either knock me down or be beaten down by me, or stay here honestly and don't bother!"

Looking back, the savage showed a sneer of disdain, and from Thomas's eyes, posture, and muscles, it was clear that he was not good at punching and kicking at all, and there was nothing to be afraid of going it alone.

Thomas, in particular, was putting in front of his left foot and was performing a nice but useless roundhouse kick.

The savage was full of intentions, and with a volley in the middle of the way, he kicked the poor ranger into the air. But no one but Thomas saw it, and the great dwarf liar was crying and secretly casting spells.

A trick, a simple trick, is enough for a barbarian who can fight a wolf or even a leopard into a trance in a matter of seconds.

The Ranger kicked the barbarian in the neck who was on the spot, and he fell to the ground with his head tilted without saying a word.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas lifted the barbarian of more than two hundred pounds with all his strength, raised it above his head, and made a gesture to show his strength to everyone in the tavern before throwing it at the barbarian's friends.

It's boring, it feels like my hands are dirty. He thought.

Archery is also a profession that requires a lot of strength, and most of the people in this inn may not be able to draw his usual strong bow.

"Hmph, he's just drunk too much and he's just slow to react for a while!" the barbarian's companion touched his chair: "I'm going to fight you for the real thing!"

"Oh, that's just right. Thomas frowned and waved his hand: "Brother Sloring, you stand in the way." He pushed his bow in his left hand and held an arrow in his right hand, and stood outside the door aiming at his opponent.

"What's the point, what's the point of using a bow and crossbow!?" the other man blushed.

"I haven't ......really seen it in actual combat without a bow and crossbow," Thomas was helpless.

Ranged, especially bows, have always had a lot of drawbacks:

It is easy to be surrounded by various terrains, especially dungeons and narrow rooms, various bad weather, lighting conditions, obstacles...... Blocking the line of sight, clicking is not powerful enough, and buffs are mostly for melee, and most importantly - burning money!

An aerodynamic tail-stabilized sniper arrow made by the Elves is as expensive as the great axe commonly used by the barbarians!

The non-lethal arrows used to expel humans from the forest are much cheaper, i.e. a gold coin per shot.

If the ancient Ranger Code is strictly followed, the Ranger cannot own any currency or real estate. Of course, very few people do that now.

In fact, Thomas has always wondered whether his behavior of surviving in the wilderness and sleeping in the open is too utilitarian and formal? Just like a person who worships the mountain and seeks Buddha, he has actually entered the outer asceticism that Shakyamuni abandoned during his lifetime?

But in any case, due to lack of money, there is simply no reluctance to use up special ammunition casually.

As for spell slots, there are only two or three per day, which is even more stretched. And because you only master 1 ring of spells, the special effects and power are also unsightly. If you can have a 2-ring spell, you will also make great progress.

If you can get the proof of shooting stars, you may be able to achieve the accuracy of a sniper rifle, the rate of fire of a machine gun, the range and power of a mortar or even a howitzer!

However, the unicorn goddess has not been awarded at all in the last few hundred years, and it may be very low.

I don't know how many strong people have loved adventure and revered the holy unicorn for hundreds of years, and the requirements are a little too high. What's more, I haven't made progress for many years, so it's basically impossible.

Then he heard a voice, if I remember correctly, from the Drow Assassin, coming softly from upstairs: "What's the noise? Miss Kurgal is discussing things, you all shut it up for me!"

Drow Shalk flashed two daggers with faint blue light, and the surrounding voices died out for a moment in fear of the drow.

"You're late, Miss Silverstream has been waiting for you for a long time. A clear and bright female voice said.

The atmosphere around was suddenly calm.

The mage pulled her hair up with a golden hairpin, twisted her waist, and swayed down the stairs one by one, and the whole hotel could hear only the breathing of people and the jingle of jewels.

Kurgal stood in the middle of the stairs, her tightly wrapped in a special mage robe of black silk and hidden flowers (especially loose at the lower abdomen), only the curve of her chest and hips stood out with its plump flesh, and the wheat-colored calves were half exposed, looking quite dignified and graceful.

Condescendingly, with a hint of mockery and contempt, she looked around. Those strong barbarians didn't even dare to look directly, and lowered their eyes one after another.

The guy who was thrown on the ground also held back his moans and swallowed his saliva with a grunt.

"Mr. Mossad, we meet again. She squinted slightly, looked at him defiantly, and then smiled rather happily.

For her, the house was full of trash fish that could be removed with the wave of a hand, no different from not existing.

Mossad bowed slightly to her and bowed his head to look at him again.

............ , so cold. Kurgal thought.

Halda Silverstream, who had been in the same caravan as her and Mina and was now looking for bodyguards, instantly smiled when she saw the dwarves beside Thomas.

She ran up to Thomas on her short legs: "As Miss Kurgal said, we need a guide like you very much!"

"This is Xiang Zhuang dancing the sword, which is intended for Pei Gong. Following the eyes of the mother dwarf, the ranger realized: "But a dwarf woman like you is too much to pursue the fashion of humans in the outside world. And my friend has been in the human world for a long time - it is equivalent to staying in a first-tier city for a long time, and he doesn't look down on your aesthetics at the junction of urban and rural areas!"

He vividly remembered when he was forced to leave Neverwinter for Icewind Dale. The dwarf told him wistfully that when he found this legendary black ice and made it into powerful equipment to avenge his shame, he would marry a dwarven girl with a beautiful traditional beard.

At that time, because this sentence was too standard death flag, he laughed for a long time, so he was impressed.

However, it is also known that female dwarves also have beards, but what humans see is often influenced by human culture and choose not to grow beards.

With a "pop", Thomas looked up and saw that Kurgal opened the paper fan and shook it gently.

His eyes lit up, "I, step, moon, color, and, come?"

"Grass!" thought Kurgal, "it's not easy to get the attention of this fool." Fortunately, when he was in Tianya before, he knew that he was a fan of Mr. Gu Long. ”