The gloom in the poet's eyes flickered and disappeared, and he returned to a chic and calm posture. The ranger's appearance was ordinary, and that was fine. What's more, it seems that even his temperament is incomprehensible, and it is difficult for him to understand what Kurgal has just performed - his heart is racing, blood is surging, and his palms are sweating, which is no different from the average ignorant little girl. It's weird, not like her.

"Old friends?"

"Yes, I used to know each other at Tianya. ”

"Tianya?"

"It was a far, far away place......"

That's where I've never been, he thought.

In order to divert attention, and to show off his feathers like a male bird, Ewell spoke: "Have you noticed, the red-haired half-elf's expression just now was stiff, as if it was a ...... disguised by magic?"

"Well, I can see in my magic vision that he does have illusion energy fluctuations...... However, there are not as many spells as yours!"

She reached out and twisted his waist: "Always ready to lie to the little girl, right?" ”

She used to be very fond of him, and thought everything he said was so pleasant that there was no sweeter than him—and one day she learned arcane vision......

Muggles fear and hate the direct use of spells by the casters to charm and control them, so why don't mages be wary of being indirectly manipulated by bards?

Both mathematics and music claim to be able to express the beauty of the universe, but it is also important to distinguish between the main and the secondary: mathematics is the foundation of music, and music is touching because it reflects mathematics as the essence of the universe!

Looking at the female mage in the distance, the leader of the Dead Rat Gang, "Thin Man", dared to sigh angrily and did not dare to speak: "It seems that the two masters of the Arcane Brotherhood are at odds. Forget it, we can only do what both sides tell us!"

The other younger brothers had already carried the body of the deceased away and hastily wiped it down.

That damn paladin is also difficult to deal with, and needs to be considered in the long run. Then according to the original plan, start with the ranger who looks weak and very annoying!

As long as you kill him, the covert actions will no longer be so easy to detect. After that, pull out the dwarf, and finally take the female paladin......

As for the red-haired half-elf man, it was a strong man they had never expected to climb high! I don't know why such a powerful man suddenly became interested in visiting this place, anyway, it wasn't something they could beak at.

And the half-elf came upstairs, knocked respectfully on the door, and only dared to enter after receiving permission.

"Commander, that group of people has been driven away. ”

"Benego, what do you think of the human?"

"Please excuse me, I think that the holy warrior has some skills in his hands, but he really doesn't have to worry about it. I'm not sure why you're suddenly worried......"

"Forget it, you don't understand the situation at all......"

Known as the Commander, he is a drow man wearing a wide-brimmed hat with huge feathers, and he wears a gorgeous, brightly colored costume that shows off his muscles in the cold. Now he's hiding his face with his hat, leaning back lazily in his chair, looking out the window boredly.

Without looking back, he waved his hand at random to signal the man called Benego to stand down.

Just now, the ranger glanced over here, intentionally or unintentionally, and happened to meet the eyes of the leader of the Drow mercenaries.

The man's eyes were not murderous or sharp, but even with sunglasses, he felt himself shocked, as if he had met a fateful nemesis.

Obviously they didn't resemble each other at all, but he suddenly remembered those two people again—the famous Drow Ranger of the Northland and the number one killer of Port Carlin, who had been entangled with him for half his life.

Whether it was a few years ago or this chance encounter in Icewind Dale, he had a sense of déjà vu that he had been pressed to the ground by the Ranger and rubbed against it (what he didn't know was that the Dark Elf Ranger also had it, with both faces. )

He doesn't like rangers who treat leopards as girlfriends, he thinks they're all perverts.

He hated them, and he must have been.

The killer said that the human resembled the Drow Ranger, and he objected.

On the surface, the temperament is indeed a bit similar, but as if the Dark Elf Ranger has a sense of moral superiority over the killer, he notices the human's numb expression, as if he is not interested in everything around him, a sense of alienation from above.

It was like an angel that made him feel sick.

My will was once lost to the Shattered Crystal, and what about you? Even if your so-called morality can defeat one Clincinibone, there are thousands of ...... waiting for you ahead

Looking at the gloomy weather and the heavy snow in the distance, he sighed almost nothing: "I want to crush his dreams and watch the world burn." ”

At that moment, the mercenary leader forgot about his hometown and the intrigue between Luskan and fought for power, and just wanted to see how long the ranger could disguise and perform.

His proud intellect thought that it was hard for anyone to resist the lust and confusion that it caused, and deep down his untrustworthy emotions were full of anticipation for this young man.

Under the wide-brimmed hat, the leader of the Drow mercenaries smiled with interest.

However, as soon as he saw him, he remembered the "lich...... Direx ...... Why is the soul gem ......"?

It is as if there is a story that he has forgotten, from more than a hundred years ago to the present.

From Candlecastle to Baldur's Gate, from Amm to Kalinshan. Drow's intelligence and network were vaguely aware of the figure's presence.

"Damn, who the hell is he? I can't see any magic to change shape. Why does it seem that many things seem to be related to him, but he is so young? Is it the reincarnation of a soul? But I have never heard of the relevant characters and stories before, but I have rediscovered them in the past few years? Even I remembered ...... by accident."

Still unable to resist his curiosity and deathly instincts, he planned to find some people to test the human ranger.

And in the small temple of the sun god, his worried ranger was eating melon seeds.

This plant came from the Aztec continent more than a hundred years ago and is generally used only for ornamental and medicinal purposes. After the Ranger fried it for a certain girl, it quickly spread within the Church of the Sun God Amanata.

He has been in the wild for a long time, and he has not eaten enough for a long time, and he is deeply attracted by the large amount of unsaturated fatty acids rich in sunflower seeds. The salt and spices used for stir-frying are luxuries that have not been enjoyed in a long time.

Although he shot quickly, there were too many old priests, paladins, swans, and gnomes, and only the old and serious dwarves were not greedy.

The ranger decided to use the skill of poisonous chicken soup, and he turned his face with a serious expression and said:

"Do you know? There is a kind of sunflower seed in this world that cannot be fried, it can only stay in the sun all the time, and sleep in the inflorescence when it is tired, this sunflower seed can only be fried once in a lifetime, and that time is when it dies......

The swan was told by him to stop pecking: "What is the original version of this story, it must be very touching, right?"

"yes, it's good to lie to a little girl like you!"

"Tom Ma Mo Sade!" Mina grabbed the melon seeds that had been peeled and prepared to feed the swans, and pronounced someone's name word for word.

Her delicate little hand stretched out in front of the Ranger Thomas Mossad, and the sunflower seeds had been pressed out of the oil by her great force.

The intense aroma of fat seeped into Thomas's sensitive senses, and he couldn't help but lean forward and suck it with his tongue, making a "pop" sound.

"Is this a flirtation between masters?" asked the dwarf. Just as dwarves refer to humans as "long men", gnomes also habitually refer to humans as "tall men." ”

Mina slapped her backhand, which was deftly dodged by Thomas, but her face was blown hot by the strong wind.

He knew that with her martial arts and the strength of her shots, he would not be able to dodge under normal circumstances. When it's not strong enough, even flirting with girls looks boring. But in any case, you can't lose if you lose.

"You're not wrong, my good dwarf. The old priest nodded while swallowing melon seeds: "Their relationship has always been so harmonious. ”

The swan nodded as well.