Chapter 1265

Trist Du chalden, ranger of Zhuoer, ranger of level 6, part-time soldier of level 8, and also a part-time thief, martial monk and barbarian. His favorite weapon is different from the longbow of most forest rangers. He is good at using two cutlasses.

Ice death and flash are the names of the two swords. Their bodies are narrow and full of spirit style.

Trist grew up in the dark in the city of menzobrey, a city ruled by the dark elf drow.

The mother is Maris duchton, and the father is zachnavan duchten. The dark elves are matriarchal society, because in phelen, God is everything, and the priests and priests of rose after the spider must be women.

In Zhuoer culture, the spouse of a matron is only a person who provides "seeds", which can not be called the father of a child. Even it happens that both father and son serve a mother at the same time.

Because priestesses hold powerful divinity, the darkest secrets, the most insidious plans, and the control of all aspects of the family, they are more powerful than the male samurai.

As the third living son of the duchester family, trist should have been sacrificed to rose at birth because of her mother's promise to the goddess.

However, he was born when the Duchess attacked the Dover family. His elder brother, navan Duchess, was stabbed to death by his second brother in the battle. Rose liked the action of the dark elves and was extremely satisfied with it.

So she took away the soul of navan, indicating that the sacrifice had been received. Trist is now on the second line, not the third son. She does not want it. When does the duchtern family have a third son, she will send it to her.

So trist survived on the altar, so to speak, he's been taking risks since he was born.

In his later growth, he experienced a series of very dark stories. Because of his good nature, he was incompatible with the cruel and cunning family. After escaping from the family, he lived alone in the dark for ten years.

During this period, his father died for him in order to protect him. His mother made his body into a spirit bound corpse to pursue him. With the help of his friends of other races, trist fought his way to the surface, settled down in ice wind Valley and started his legendary journey.

In the previous dynasty of Su Ming, trist, also known as Cui Heizi or Cui Sanye, was a very popular character, even more famous than Ilminster.

In addition to his vigorous skills, his face is cold and his heart is hot. He is different from most war maniacs. He is good at thinking and has said a lot of philosophical words.

Su Ming remembers something more or less. For example, trist once said: "this world is full of villains. The world is full of good people. I believe these two statements are true, because in most people I know, there are seeds for these two very different people. "

"Nostalgia may be the biggest lie we tell ourselves. It takes the beautified past as the standard to look at the present emotionally. For some people, it can bring us a certain degree of comfort, let us feel ourselves and our roots again. But I'm afraid that for most other people, it will only distort their memory and become oblivious to the reality around them

"I can accept the dangers of Icewind valley. I can roam in it, and use these dangers to keep my warrior instinct from rusting. I can overcome these dangers and remind myself of the joy and light in my life every day. In this dangerous place, people will learn not to be complacent

"Any gust of wind may cause the snow on your head to collapse; if you take a wrong step on the boat, you will fall to an instant, freezing your muscles and drowning in the evil water. If you hesitate on the tundra, you will become a delicious food for the ferocious snow ape."

"When you live so close to death, you will cherish life more. I live in such a beautiful and realistic place, where you have to be at your best and be careful at all times. I call it heaven. "

Compared with some soldiers who hold two giant swords and are full of subconscious calculation in the battle, trist is more like an artist. When he uses his double swords to perform the dance like fighting skills, he still feels the beauty of life in his heart.

Su Ming likes such soldiers. After all, Zhuoer is still an elf, and he is very elegant when he kills people.

It's just that it's really hard for him to like a place like Icewind valley. It's just like trist said. There are dangers everywhere.

Poor mountains and evil waters are not only troublemakers, but also monsters. Man eating barbarian tribes are just a little bit of trouble, but the snow monsters as big as the mountains are another matter.

, after he tore up the snow skulls and didn't know how many ice giants he was, he finally make complaints about Muenster.

"We can get to the other side of the tundra by teleporting magic. Why ride?"

The old mage pressed his hat, and his white beard was covered with ice debris caused by breath, and the hair hanging from his temples was glued together:

"isn't that good? After all, we are going to take a risk, and it will affect my performance if I don't finish listening to your tomb robbing story before the adventure. If you have acted with the mage, you should know that there are so many things for us who wear high hats. Well, the snow monster's body is not needed. There is no casting material and you can't eat it. Come back quickly and continue to talk about fury and sunny Xiangxi. ""Ha ha."

Su Ming sneered. The other mages didn't have as much as Ilminster. They had to ride horses to see the scenery along the way. They also said that they wanted to look for the feeling of adventure when they were young.

If he felt like he was almost frozen to death in a snowstorm when he was young, or he was caught by a snow wolf when he camped in the middle of the night.

"I'd rather sit in a pub, near the fireplace, eat a honey barbecue, drink a little alcohol and tell a story. Besides snow, it's a monster. It's an endless ice field."

"Well... Well, let's transmit."

Ilminster took a twig out of the space bag and shook it in his hand. It turned into a golden curved staff with red longan stones on the top.

With the naked eye can see the bright magic aura, which is undoubtedly a artifact.

Ilminster launched the super magic skills, even level 8 teleportation can not cast a spell. In a blink of an eye, he took two horses and luggage to the small town called ten towns in the ice wind valley.

Anyway, it must be a rest tonight. It doesn't matter to waste two magic positions.

The mage seemed to be very familiar with this place. He quickly found trist's home on his horse. The dark elf lived alone in the woods outside the town. His former comrades would visit him occasionally.

Bingfeng Valley basically does not produce grain. It is freezing all the year round. In a short period of several months, only one wave of potato like plants can be planted, which is the staple food of a year.

Now that the farming season is over, we all depend on hunting for a living, even the legendary Ranger is no exception.

When he saw trist, he was crouching behind his cabin, wheezing and puffing, handling the corpse of a deer, while his magic pet, the black leopard Guan Hai, was staring at the bright red frozen meat and licking the cat's mouth for dinner.

Trist is almost 140 years old. To the dark elves, he is both a young man and a long-lived man.

He is young because drow can live to be 800 to 1000 years old, and the dark elves are also elves, born and bred.

He lived a long life because he was a drow. Ordinary dark elves usually died of family wars, assassinations of relatives, sacrifice of goddesses, and underground biological attacks before they were 30 years old.

Standing five feet four inches tall and weighing 130 pounds (58 kilograms), he was taller and stronger than the average dark elf, with long white hair and lavender eyes, wearing a green cape with a leather collar and black boots, which were covered with snow.

"Hey, my old friend, look over here. Are you already preparing our lunch?" Ilminster waved on the horse's back and said hello to trist.

Trist took a look at this side, turned his head back, and continued to patiently cut the deer's body with his dagger.

"Welcome."

The voice of the answer was too low, almost obscured by the sound of snowflakes and horse's hoofs falling, but Su Ming saw his mouth shape.

He cut off a deer's front leg and handed it to the cat. Then he stood up to welcome them into his hut, which was much warmer.

The bear's fur served as a carpet, and the flaming wood in the fireplace was spurting sparks, and the room looked very bright with oil lamps on.

It's not like the home of the dark elves, it's like the home of an ordinary human hunter.

Trist cut some of the venison back to the house, put them on the grill on the fireplace, and then sat down at the table with Ilminster and suming, wide eyed and silent.

It's not that he didn't entertain the guests. He took off his wine bag and put it on the table. That's hospitality.

Maybe only if elmminster talks more, he likes to communicate with people. But now there is Su Ming, a stranger, who remains vigilant.

Trist had a good relationship with four of the seven northern sisters, and two of them were Ilminster's adopted daughters, so they were close.

But his cautious character made him wait for the old master to speak first.

Naturally, the mage knew what was going on. After introducing the death knell, he talked about his plan. He needed the Ranger to take two people to the dark area and find a powerful Dark Elf family to join in, so as to implement the plan.

Trist didn't think too much about it. He was always willing to help his friends and quickly nodded his head.

However, he said that although he was regarded as a traitor in the dark area, he did not worry about being recognized with a little disguise, and his martial arts skills could at least blend into the position of martial arts chief in any family.

However, irminster and the death knell, obviously, are not able to move in the underground world.

Human beings are trading chips and food reserves in the underground, almost like livestock.

"It's easy to do. I can maintain human transfiguration for a long time. The dark elves are also humanoid creatures, so I can transform." Ilminster turned to look at the death knellSu Ming looked at trist, and then the strangulation began to wriggle and change his face, and soon became another strange dark elf, and darker than trist.

"I can do the same."

"I thought you were a warrior... Are you sure you are human? It's not a freak or something like that Ilminster walked around suming twice, and took up the long silver hair of strangulation and smelled it. His face was strange.

Su Ming changed back and took out all kinds of food and drink from his pocket. They were all good things that trist had never seen before.

"A hundred percent human, I'm just an ordinary person."

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