Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 482 Repulse
The space in the dark secret passage is very narrow, and only one person can pass through.

It's not a big problem for Thorne, though.

Just when he reached the fourth turn suggested by the girl just now, and was about to go to the hidden basement, he suddenly heard screams and curses from the depths of the spiral staircase.

He was stunned, and immediately judged that the voice was definitely made by Gilt.

So he didn't care that the destination was a pigsty, facing the stench directly, he walked lightly, concealed his figure, and walked quickly down.

——"Shadow Cloak!"

After Thorne reached the end of the spiral staircase, he was not in a hurry to show up. Instead, he activated the Shadow Hand faction and disappeared into the shadows to observe what was happening in front of him.

After all, he is still not sure about the surrounding situation, and he can't even judge the number and strength of the enemies clearly.

Thorne looked intently, and he found that the pigsty should be under renovation, so that there was no pig around.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Gilt's figure.

Kneeling on the mud mixed with pig manure, a rope was tied around his wrist, and he tried to stand up to relieve the pressure, but his legs were also tied, making it all futile.

There were three people standing in front of Gilt, and the one holding a lantern was a bearded, nearly two-meter-tall villain.

Another villain stood behind him, about the same height as his companion, clutching a scimitar that glowed dimly with fire.

The last man in black, covered in a black robe, was the thief he found secretly following Gilt on the street.

Seeing that Gilt's life was not in danger for the time being, Thorne secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he did not act rashly, but chose to silently observe what kind of deep hatred the other party had forged with this lustful poet.

At this time, the villain with a machete pulled the rope, and the rope immediately went around the beam, and the other end was tightly tied to Gilt's wrist.

The panicked Gilt exerted force with the tight rope like a string on his wrist, and his kneeling legs were pulled off the ground.

Thorne, who was watching, found that this guy seemed to be silenced by some kind of spell, and he couldn't do anything except snort.

Although he really wanted to show up and rescue him immediately, he couldn't judge the result immediately due to the surrounding environment, including the strength of the man in black.

Thorne saw the man in black approaching Gilt, his face hidden in the hood had no emotion at all, and his eyes were extremely indifferent.

His tone was very calm, but he said to Gilt with a little boredom:
"You crappy third-rate poet, do you really think that I admire you? You trash, scum, arrogant nobody, you still want to escape from my grasp?

I tell you, no one can escape from me.Now, our conversation is not over, you clown and idiot, you are not willing to cooperate with me in such a decent meeting, and now not only is there no dignity at all, you have to answer all my questions!Am i right? "

Gilt, unable to speak, nodded vigorously.

The man in black showed a slight smile, and he made a gesture, and Gilt screamed helplessly again, because the ropes on his wrists were stretched closer, so that his feet were directly off the ground, and his whole body was suspended in the air middle.

Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound.

Looking at Gilt's expression that made him feel comfortable, the man in black showed a vicious smile, and he said playfully:

"Aren't your joints aching, are you feeling the pain, that's right. Now you know, I'm hanging you up just for fun, because I like to see people suffer. Go on, go higher. "

Geert gasped for breath, as if suffocating.

"Okay." The man in black finally ordered, then walked to Gilt, grabbed his collar, and said coldly:
"Listen, great poet. I will dispel the spell and let you speak, but dare to raise your melodious voice unnecessarily. Believe me, you will regret it."

Gilt widened his eyes and nodded vigorously.

The man in black gestured, touching the poet's cheek contorted with pain with his ring.

Geert regained feeling in his jaw, palate and tongue.

"Now, I want to ask you a few questions. You must answer me quickly and fluently, and know everything. But..." The man in black deliberately paused, and a cruel smile bloomed on his slender lips again:
"If you stutter, or even hesitate for a moment, if you give me the slightest reason to doubt, then... please look down."

The terrified Gilt did so, and he was horrified to find that a short rope was tied to his ankle, and at the other end was a bucket full of lime used to decorate the pigsty.

"I think you should understand very well, if I continue to raise you up." The man in black patiently explained to Gilt:

"The bucket goes up with you, and bam, you're covered in white ash like a plasterer after a busy day.

No no no, you are worse than a plasterer, for your handsome face will rot and your hands will lose all feeling.Henceforth, I doubt very much how you are going to play the harp.I'm really skeptical, so I'm sure you'll speak up, am I right.great poet? "

Gilt nodded again with all his strength.

"You have to understand." The man in black showed a calm smile:
"It doesn't take much for me to tell if you're telling the truth, and I can tell right away if you fool me. I suggest you weigh every word you say carefully, scum. Well, Let's not waste time, let's start now."

The man in black pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Tell me, why did the ranger who was traveling with you suddenly leave Pushang Town? Where is he going? What is his purpose?"

"I really don't know..." Gilt said weakly: "Sunna, you have seen it, I am just an ordinary poet, how could I be related to him, and how could I know his identity?" What is the purpose?"

Are they targeting me?

Hearing the conversation between the two, Thorn's pupils shrank suddenly. He looked around carefully, and after confirming that there was no ambush, he slowly and slowly touched the position of the hilt.

"What? Didn't you hear a word of what I said just now?"

"I said, I said!" Gilt saw the man in black gesturing at the villain with a machete, and felt the rope tightened again, he wailed quickly: "I only know a little, but I will put me I'll tell you everything I know."

"Speak, tell everything you know." The man in black signaled the villain to stop, and stared at Gilt coldly.

"This ranger..." Gilt panted, and said, "He plans to go to the War College in the middle of the mainland, where he will practice for a while. That's all I know."

"You speak too fast, great poet, you answer too fast." After hearing Gilt's words, the man in black showed an ominous smile: "You are very cunning, but not cautious enough, a ranger actually ran to Practice away from the wilderness, do you think I'm an idiot?..."

Gilt stared at the man in black angrily and desperately.

"It seems that you won't open your mouth easily without teaching you a lesson." The man in black gestured towards the villain holding a machete.

The villain smiled cruelly at the poet.

Just as he was about to take action, a pale blue light suddenly flashed in the dim pigsty.

"Uh……"

The two thugs touched the long, bubbling wounds on their necks, their eyes widened in despair, and they fell on their backs in the mud mixed with pig manure.

The moment Thorn's figure wrapped in blue and white sword light flashed in front of the man in black, the man in black's body instantly disappeared out of thin air, making his deadly attack directly in vain.

Thorn held a sharp sword and stood in front of Gilt, feeling the subtle flow in the surrounding air with a concentrated expression.

——"Desert Wind School (Strike Skill): Flame Star!"

Suddenly, the sword in Thorne's hand burst into a bright white flash, illuminating the darkness.

With the help of the light, Gilt saw Thorne in a black cloak. Before he could be happy in the future, his eyes stinged and he couldn't see anything.

"what!!!"

The man in black, who had failed in his surprise attack from the shadows, closed his eyes subconsciously, roared and backed up, slammed heavily into the wooden wall of the pigsty, smashed the board, and sat down on the ground.

Thorne locked onto the figure of the man in black and pursued him closely.

The light illuminated the pigsty again, this time a dark blue flash, the source of which came from an oval object that suddenly appeared in the sky.

The man in black jumped up from the ground full of pig manure, got into the teleportation circle that emerged out of thin air, and disappeared.

The teleportation circle began to become dim.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame of the Young Dragon!"

However, before he completely disappeared, Thorne swung his long sword, and a cone-shaped flame instantly wrapped the portal, and the pigsty was once again illuminated red.

"what!!!"

A vague sound seemed to come to Thorn's ears from far away, and the sound was more like a scream.

Unfortunately, to his disappointment, he did not receive a reminder to gain experience points and practice points.

Afterwards, the portal completely disappeared, the fire went out, and darkness engulfed the pigsty again.

"Thorn!" Gilt wailed loudly after recovering his eyesight: "Come and save me!"

"Shut up! Are you trying to draw everyone here?"

Thorne glanced at a group of bright torches coming towards here not far away, and with a wave of his sword, he lifted Gilt up like a chicken, jumped up, and disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)