Fryman, the owner of the Yorktown Inn, was in a terrible mood right now, and he frowned at the broken tables and chairs scattered on the floor, but now the tense confrontation between the two sides of the fight made him dare not say much.

Having run an inn for decades, he actually looks down on adventurers who fight without saying a word. is still struggling for a living, but boasting about himself as a dragon-slaying hero.

"Sheriff, indecisive shit!" Fryman cursed inwardly.

Yorktown is located at the intersection of the Oasis Trail, near the southern border of the Empire. After the war with Odin, the trade routes to the east of the empire were almost paralyzed. Trade goods could only flow in from the United Commercial States by detours, and the Oasis Trail was one of the main routes, making the already prosperous town even more prosperous.

The Empire had rebuilt garrison forts in the southern Tempest Canyon, controlled most of the main routes, and cracked down on smuggling activities by some nobles in collusion inside and outside. However, the fortress has no good means of blocking the vast wall of wind and sand. And the Empire didn't see much need to lock down that place.

The Wall of Wind and Sand is a thorn forest, which is covered by layers of desert thorn trees, a special plant of the Quicksand Empire, some of which can grow to more than 40 meters high, and the root system can reach nearly 100 meters underground, this forest extends from the southeast of the Tempest Canyon to the territory of the Odin Empire, effectively preventing the wind and sand from the northwest from spreading to the east and south.

The desert thorn tree is sparsely pore but extremely tough, and the holes store a lot of sap, which is poisonous and volatile. The thorn tree can even smoke people to death by making a fire, which can be said to be worthless.

Its leaves are sharp thorns with pipes connected to holes in the trunk. If you are accidentally stabbed, the keratin at the tip will immediately fall off, and the venom in the hole will volatilize into the body. In fact, it is not a big problem for ordinary people to be stabbed a few times, but it is very difficult to cross a large thorn forest. Only some of the dangerous creatures of the desert like this kind of place.

This windbreak forest is also a natural barrier for the Empire, and the Tempest Fortress only needs to send Desert Eagle Riders to patrol the forest on a regular basis to prevent smuggling in the air. Since the means of transport could not cross the Thorn Forest, the Empire did not bother to take care of the smuggling activities of those individuals.

The garrison has stocked a large number of highly poisonous sand lizards in the Thorn Forest, specifically against those who use space equipment to smuggle valuables. Those expensive space equipment are generally only the size of cabinets, and the things that can be carried are limited in terms of value.

The Oasis Trail follows the edge of the Wall of Wind and Sand for a short distance to the southwest before entering the United States of Commerce through Tempest Canyon. As a result, smugglers who cross the forest often take this route, and these people cause a lot of security problems in Yorktown.

The sheriff of the town was also one of the adventurers in the past, and after successfully activating the bloodline, he found a stable job and no longer lived that dangerous life without security. Over the years, he has been steadily promoted to the third level, but he still has not forgotten the bloody and tearful career when he was adventurous. Knowing the hardships, he is more tolerant of the adventurers, as long as they don't cause trouble, they can be punished casually.

"Colason, you haven't activated your bloodline yet?" An elven woman in tight leather armor leaned her feet on the broken table, her right hand casually holding a crossbow spear pointed at the other party, and the green light condensed on the crossbow arrow showed that it was a magical equipment. She's actually quite beautiful, and the elves don't look ugly. It's just that she doesn't have the quiet and elegant temperament of the elves at all, there is an obvious scar on her left cheek, and the pointed ear on her left side has also been cut off a little.

"That's enough to keep you from getting up in bed, Sally, you're so sweet," laughed a sand dwarf with a tangled dirty beard, licking his lips as if he had tasted it. The homeland of the Sand Dwarves is in the wind-swept land of untouched human footprints, bordering the northwest border of the Strange Rock Kingdom. They also believe in the King of Quicksand.

"You can try" The female elf Sally straightened her waist ambiguously, and stroked her lower body with her left hand, while everyone around her was used to it. It seems that after long-term contact with humans, even elves can become vulgar.

In the corner sat a table of people in sand robes, staring quietly into the room.

Fryman glanced at the table, then looked away. It was those men who had started the dispute, and as soon as they entered the inn, they had found a corner and sat down, gesturing on the table. They were then asked to hire a team of guides to take them into the Wall of Windblown Sand. Saying that he was going to hunt a special kind of sand scorpion not only offered a high price of 100 gold coins, but also poured the gold coins on the table on the spot. The temptation of the golden glitter made the adventurers immediately start fighting, and now the people who are still standing in the field are ruthless characters.

Based on his experience, it was likely that the group of people were smugglers. But he didn't dare to make a fuss, such people were more dangerous than adventurers. Smuggling is none of his business, so there's no need to get into trouble.

A young man stood up with the hood of his dust coat off his dust robe, his dark chestnut hair, and his appearance was quite handsome, but he looked a little thin. He slowly walked over to Sally and put his arms around her from behind, his left hand rubbing against her chest. "You're such a charming lady. It may be best to have your party as your guide. ”

The elf Sally tilted her head slightly, opening her mouth slightly, clearly enjoying the action.

"Sir, if you just want to find a girl, you don't need to spend a hundred gold coins. The sand dwarf Colasun said in a loud voice. "I'm familiar with the Wall of Wind and Sand, and often hunt some beasts in it, and if you don't want to cross the forest, I can keep you safe. ”

Hearing this, Sally didn't even look down, she pulled the trigger with her right hand, and the green arrow shot at Colason's head with the power of her blood.

"Wind Rider Blood!" Colossus didn't have time to react, only to watch the arrows shoot at him. Although he knew that Sally had become an official bloodline shooter, he had not seen her abilities with his own eyes, and in his opinion, it was at most a common Hawkeye. Just as the arrow was about to touch his forehead, a huge palm stopped in front of Colason, and with a pop the arrow pierced through the palm of his hand, sliding through the bones with a tooth-aching grinding sound, and then gradually stopped.

Colesun took a few steps back in shock, his eyes showing fear, and he muttered, "Wind power?"

The Wind Rider is the bloodline that only exists among the elite bloodline shooters of the Elven Empire, but it appeared in an adventurer. If you have this ability, why do you want to be an adventurer and go directly to participate in the selection of garrison officers of the Elven Empire, I don't know how many times better than the life of being an exile.

The Elven Bloodline family does not have the bad habits of [***], they have always followed the ancient and conservative marriage customs, so their bloodline is very scattered, and the difficulty of activating is much greater than that of humans. Fortunately, elves live a lot longer than humans, and the combat power accumulated from this is also very considerable.

And due to the dispersion and cross-combination of bloodlines, a variety of mutated bloodlines have been generated, some of which have useless abilities, while others are very powerful. Therefore, in the family of elven bloodlines, there are often members of various bloodlines.

The members of the human bloodline family are all highly pure single bloodlines, but different people show different abilities in the same bloodline. This can also see the huge difference between the concepts of the two races, human beings are easy to do anything for the sake of power, [***] have no pressure on the blood nobility of human beings. But for the elves, this kind of behavior is absolutely unacceptable, and it is better to give up the purification of the bloodline than to maintain the tradition.

"Wind Rider" is a new bloodline created in the process of bloodline mixing, and it comes with several abilities that are very powerful, and any one of them can be activated to become an excellent bloodline shooter.

Sally activates the Wind Force, which is second only to the Wind Blaster in the Wind Rider bloodline. The power of this ability lies in the fact that air resistance not only does not become an obstacle to shooting, but can also be converted into the power of arrows several times or even dozens of times.

Those mid-level bloodline shooters with wind power, the arrows they shoot have no trajectory at all, and the high-level ones can turn rapidly in the air at will, these shooters are undoubtedly terrifying snipers on the battlefield.

There seemed to be a few seconds of silence in the inn, and even the young man's hand on Sally's chest stiffened, and everyone else in the inn had a sense of absurdity except for the members of Sally's team - with this ability, it was necessary to take risks?

They looked at Sally with complicated eyes, the female elf who always boasted and laughed with them was now a bloodline shooter with unlimited potential.

"In every way, I'll satisfy you," the elf leaned back against the young man's shoulder, turning her head and exhaling softly into his ear.

"My name is Quito, and I'm your employer now. The young man stumbled as he removed his hand from Sally's chest and looked over to Colason. Next to the sand dwarf stood a one-eyed ogre, who was now pulling the arrow embedded in his palm as if he didn't know the pain.

"Help Arua!" the sand dwarf commanded behind him, and a stout man drew a knife and began to struggle to pry the ogre's arrows out.

Colossus was glad that he had not activated the bloodline, but he had picked up an ogre cub during his adventure. After raising it for a period of time, it was found that its body was extremely tough, and most first-level professionals were not easy to cause harm to it. With this ogre, he was able to steal business from his competitors again and again. But it was obviously not possible today, and he didn't dare to guarantee that Sally's next arrow Ogre would be able to stop it in time.

"Where's your companion, charming lady?" asked Guido, who was now a little more honest. Sally then pointed to the people on her left and introduced them to Guido one by one.

"Including you four ladies and one gentleman. Guido nodded faintly.

Then he looked at Colossus, took out another bag, and poured out the gold coins inside. Colossus's eyes straightened, and he subconsciously swallowed. Quido's casual voice sounded: "I am going to hire you at the same time, Colason, and what about your companions?"

Colesun waved his hand back in anticipation: "They are all of them!"

"Four men, one woman, uh, if that ogre is a woman," Guido sniffled, apparently less polite to Colason.

Then he glanced at the burqa-men in the corner as if unintentionally, and one of them shook his head imperceptibly

"Colason, I'll give you one thing first, find a young, beautiful and energetic girl, and we don't want to be too lonely while hunting. Quito continued.

Colossus nodded suspiciously, the four women in Sally's adventure team are all part-time girls, and they are good-looking, what do you want to do with another one? Sally alone can handle them all. But it wasn't his money spent, and he didn't bother to ask.

Quito took out two copies of the agreement for them to sign, and then went to the town council to have it notarized and recorded. Notarized agreements, if violated, must be compensated twice, otherwise they will be wanted by the Empire. After signing the agreement, both Sally and Colosson were relieved, and the hidden worries in their hearts were completely eliminated. If these people are really smugglers, they will definitely not dare to go to the notarization, and the notary office has the information on the wanted information of the vast majority of smugglers.

The adventurers were seen signing the agreement and discussing the time and details of the departure. Fryman was in a terrible mood, they had been legally employed, and he would undoubtedly get into serious trouble if he went to report to the sheriff now. No matter how legal and reasonable the procedures of those burq-robes were, he vaguely felt that those people were dangerous. As for the losses, they can only bear it themselves

After the guests returned to their rooms to rest, Fryman cursed and began to clean the main hall of the inn. He cursed the sheriff's incompetence while cleaning, and if it weren't for the fact that the gloomy burqq-man was still upstairs, he would have wanted to curse even those people.

As soon as he finished cleaning up the broken tables and chairs, he saw a gold coin handed to him. Fryman looked up in astonishment to find a young man with black hair and black eyes looking at him with a smile on his lips. The young man wore a monocle with a gold chain, and wore a dustproof trench coat that swept the upper class of the empire, and looked like a scholar or a businessman.

Fryman had an impression of the young man, who had arrived at the inn early this morning, and had been shutting his eyes on the bench in the corner ever since.

"Hello, sir, the inn must be repaired, if you are staying overnight, please wait a little before going through the formalities. He didn't dare to slack off, the other party's temperament didn't look like those savage and rude adventurers at all.

"I do have a night's rest, but I want to ask a few questions before that. Heras put the coin in Fryman's hand and smiled.

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