The bow is like a nostalgic for the past.

It was a compound longbow of extraordinary quality, its beautiful and smooth lines could tell at a glance that it was exquisitely worked, and the faint light indicated the enhancement of magic on it. But now it's covered in dust and surrounded by spider silk.

People seem to have long forgotten its former glory and the battles it experienced more than 200 years ago, forgetting that it was a murderous weapon and was only kept as an antique. The speaker's friends all said that it was old and beautiful.

Although it was a magical compound longbow made by the elves of the Hand of Hildrin and the dwarves of the Dorne Cellar during the Honeymoon period of the Alliance, it did not yet possess a mind of its own like the speaking sword Lillakor.

Thomas felt something familiar with it, though he didn't remember the story of the adventurers who had gone from exile in the East to fight with it and abandon it.

From the entrance to the attic, no trace was found. Thomas sighed and asked Cortana to save the photos of the scene.

He looked at the bow on the living room wall again.

"How?" asked the captain of the guard, with great concern.

"The murderers were cunning, using spells and magical items to remove all smells and cover their tracks. ”

"Is there a mage?"

"It's possible for thieves to use scrolls or the spells of the high-ranking assassins themselves. ”

"And," Thomas cocked his finger, "since he has a wealth of experience in magic counter-detection, it means that even if you use prophecy magic to locate the location, you will definitely be blocked by the lead prepared in advance!"

The captain of the guard, who had been growing up in the backwoods of Icewind Valley, was puzzled by the unheard-of and unseen methods of investigation and counter-investigation that Thomas had said when he entered the realm of Eight Wonders' thinking.

Although Cat City is relatively peaceful, it is actually very close to the famous crime city. He had heard a lot of stories about the yakuza who gave the dragon and Sakura, and the local gangsters of Feron and Fernan.

You people, Too young, too simple!

And they've blindly transferred their experience in the big city to Icewind Dale, forgetting that it's never magic that is easiest to break, but people.

"So, have you ever seen that kind of self-righteous assassin?" Thomas described in his mind's eye, "Southerners, shorter and thinner than me, sharp-eyed, dressed in fine leather armor, usually carrying two daggers and some throwing knives. ”

"There are a lot of people like this in Icewind Dale, right?"

"Lead! Their carriages will be heavier than the others' when they enter the city. ”

"Oh, it seems to be. Half a month ago, I thought they had robbed the gold and fled here. ”

"How many people, what they look like. ”

"Twenty or thirty, led by a white-haired orc. ”

"There's a scar on your face, and you don't have a fierce look like a normal orc, but a smile?"

"Yes, yes!"

Thomas took a breath of cold air. After Neverwinter repelled Cell's army, the adventurers recruited were uneven in rewards and punishments, and they were idle.

His dwarven friend Slorin somehow got into a verbal altercation with someone from a certain gang that implicated him as well. Originally, he didn't want to deal with those people, but the other party provoked him many times......

"It seems that their bosses are here, and this time they really want to get rid of the two of us. Thomas thought as he twisted his beard, which he hadn't taken care of in a long time.

"Where they live, I'll go and see. ”

"What do you mean...... Are they kidnappers? I'm going to take a couple of men with me and kill them?" said the captain of the guard.

"I'm afraid a few people won't be enough for them to stuff their teeth. ”

"Don't be afraid, they seem to be looking for someone, the white-haired orc who took the lead has been out of the city with most of the people for several days, and there are only four or five people left in the house bought in the city. ”

Thomas smiled: "Even if there are only four people, the militia is not capable of matching. ”

The ten towns of Icewind Valley have strong combat effectiveness, and basically they are not militiamen, but civilian masters who don't know what identity to use to live in seclusion. Therefore, this guard captain does not have many people under him, and his authority is mainly to recruit mercenaries or adventurers on behalf of the spokesman.

The gap between the world's powerhouses and ordinary people is too great, and Thomas doubts that the leader of the Drow mercenaries has the ability to defeat everyone in Icewind Valley.

Walking to the door of the mansion, I regret letting the unicorn leave too early, otherwise it would also be a combat and tracking assistant.

After asking where the group lived, he decided to go and see it himself. As he approached the small building, he lowered his body to avoid the limelight, drew a large arc, and slowly walked around. I don't know if they cooperated with the rats of the Dead Rat Gang, if they did, the rats' sense of smell would have to be so targeted.

Although it was a little cold, he still squatted carefully outside the house for a while. Finally someone came out of the room and walked towards a corner.

The ranger hid behind a snowdrift and raised his bow. "Well, this black leather armor and the double dagger on the waist are exactly the standard equipment of their gang. ”

With his left hand, he touched his little finger to the "balance bar" on the bow, a wand made by the Ranger to store spells for sniping headshots.

"Hunter-grásta-crit-seo-chugainn!"

After a few seconds, the explosive energy in the wand was finally fully infused into the arrow.

The arrow tore through the gale, sweeping through the curtain of snow, and the ranger held his breath and calculated the deviation caused by the wind, so the arrow had the desired result.

The waist of the enemy exploded like a watermelon, and the body seemed to have been dug out in large pieces, and the watermelon skin and pulp were scattered within a few meters of it.

Thomas knew he was dead from the injury, but he would survive for a while.

"Ahh

There was a commotion and noise in the room, and he heard someone rush out in a hurry. The second well-charged arrow was fired, but missed.

"Damn! we're under attack! there's an archer!" the enemy who rushed out immediately spotted where Thomas was, and was obviously battle-hardened, and had stepped on the dots around the nest.

It was a man with a rat's head, and the Ranger knew immediately that ordinary weapons could not cause fatal damage to him. In this form, it is said that they can only be injured by silver weapons, just like werewolves, and any wounds caused by other weapons will heal immediately.

Could it be the mysterious connection between the metal and the moon, or something unknown to other rangers, who are so disgusted with silver that they get burned on contact.

That's why the old priest asked someone to buy a silver-plated weapon, but unfortunately it fell short. There was not much left of Thomas's silver arrow, and Mina's silver spear was cut off.

Too late to activate the spell in his wand, he took out several silver-plated arrows from his quiver, pinched them with his left hand, and shot them quickly.

The rat skillfully wielded the thin sword in his hand, using the sword as a screen, and the cold light shrouded in a ball, blocking the snowflakes and Thomas's first arrow.

But the second shot came one after the other and hit it accurately.

"Not good!" he saw clearly another strong man with a large axe coming out of the door, and it seemed that they had recruited the local barbarians. By the time the nezumi was shot, the tall and long-legged barbarian who was good at walking in the snow would probably have rushed in front of him.

He decided - withdraw!

"If I don't sleep today, I'm going to kill you. Thinking like this, he turned around and prepared to run away.

A black mist flickered with a cold light, appeared from behind Thomas, and thrust towards his crotch, where he was sideways dodged, leaving only a bloody streak.

A strong sense of sleepiness struck, and then it was driven away by the pain of burning flesh and blood under the ribs, but he was still a little dizzy.

The person who appeared in front of him was the person who had an old grudge before, and his appearance seemed to be a little different from before, was it because of the price of gaining this new ability?

The thought popped into Thomas's mind, and a dark shadow moved beside him, which he felt, but didn't see clearly.

A smack slammed into the back of his head.

Staggering to the ground, Thomas mechanically pumped his arrow to fight back, and received another dagger in the lower abdomen.

It was dark before his eyes, like a dark pool at his feet, far deeper than the darkest of nights.

With a buzzing ringing in his ears, he fell into the depths of the bottom.

"Why have you been there for so long and haven't come back?" Mina asked in the psychic link between her and the unicorn, which could be hundreds of miles away.