The blacksmith fell to the ground as soon as he finished his sentence.
The others were shocked. Søren thought that the blacksmith had died from exhaustion, but the blacksmith soon started snoring. He waved his hand at the apprentices next to him, signaling them to move the blacksmith to the bed and leave a dozen Kindler's by the furnace. The apprentices were exhausted after three days of hard work. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked very tired. Søren was very satisfied with the result, so he didn't mind giving them a small tip.
"Dragon Slayer."
Søren stroked the blade and curled his lips. "This name is too inauspicious. Let's just call it [Laceration]. "
There were a lot of equipment called 'Dragon Slayer' in this world.
For example, there was a Dragon Slayer Sword in Whiterun City. Any equipment with this name that succeeded in slaying a dragon seemed to carry a curse. Their owners would often die in the hands of dragons. Søren didn't have much of a hobby when it came to slaying dragons. Only when it was necessary to do something that involved the dragon race would he not hesitate to slay them. [Laceration] was a rare weapon he once got. Although it wasn't as good as the one in front of him, it was quite similar in all aspects.
Although this scimitar was only a grade 1 rare weapon, its attributes were already at grade 2!
It didn't have any energy damage, but its sharpness and penetration were quite high. Gloria's enchanted weapon only added 2 points, but this scimitar already had 3 points of sharpness and penetration. To put it simply, this scimitar could break through natural armor with + 3 defense. The most famous example of this was the Drake.
The Drake's natural defense was its Dragon Skin, which gave it + 3 defense.
The last two attributes were the key. Toughness was a characteristic of elven weapons, and it definitely wouldn't break easily. Armor Break was usually an additional attribute added by Adamantine. It was very useful against dragons, demons, and liches. As long as it was a weapon with Armor Break, it would be able to break through dragon scales. It was also very effective against Warriors with full body armor. Other than the full body armor that was hard to break, the other scales and chainmail could be broken through with one or two slashes.
Since the weapon had been forged, Søren naturally didn't need to continue staying here.
He had almost recovered from his injuries two days ago. In these two days, he had also studied about 70% of the 'Charm Person' spell. Charm spells were more difficult to learn compared to other spells. Søren went to the inn to pay the bill and gave one or two Kindler coins as a tip. Then, he went directly to the outside of the village. His arrival did not alarm too many people, and his departure was not noticed by many either.
Adventurers were a group of travelers, and they would only stop when they were tired!
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In the lush green forest.
After entering the wilderness, Soran's vigilance began to rise. He was now going all the way north along the Elven Forest, which might be thousands of kilometers away. There was an icebound valley on the edge of the Frost Kingdom. After passing through this valley, he would enter the Ice Kingdom. It used to be a big battlefield with many sunken underground ruins. What separated the North and the Ice Kingdom was a snow mountain range that stretched for hundreds of miles. Because of the special geography, the two had become two completely different worlds.
Søren moved forward at a very fast speed.
His extraordinary 20 points of Constitution ensured that he could keep moving forward at a slow pace. As long as he didn't exceed the range of physical consumption, his recovery speed was almost the same as the speed of consumption. In just one morning, Søren had walked dozens of kilometers. The surrounding scenery had changed a lot. The trees in front of him were basically as thick as three people hugging together. These trees were at least hundreds of years old. This was the characteristic of the Elven hinterland. The deeper he went, the older the trees were, and the more likely he would meet the legendary beautiful Dryads.
In other words, the spiritual embodiment of nature!
Soran's footsteps suddenly stopped. He frowned and pulled out a piece of rag with his hand. The cloth was very smooth to the touch, and there were traces of blood on it. There should have been a battle in this location, and it should have happened in the last three days. The footprints on the ground were blurred, but he still judged the direction of the battle based on his intuition.
He followed the tracks for one or two hundred meters, and then saw the obvious traces of a battle. There were broken branches cut by swords, and very dense footprints.
There was indeed a battle here!
Søren observed for a while and was ready to leave. He was concerned about whether there would be an ambush ahead. He had no interest in these occasional battles because battles happened too frequently in this world.
In an instant!
Suddenly, Suo Ran's figure paused for a moment. Then, he turned around and went behind a big tree. He seemed to have seen something in that split second. What appeared in front of him was a mark on a big tree. It was five inch-deep claw marks. It was obvious that the attacker was very strong, and there was a dried blood stain on the tree trunk.
Soran's expression instantly turned cold. His face was a little ferocious, and the murderous aura on his face was extremely strong. He stretched out his palm and gestured at the five claw marks on the tree, then slowly pressed it on his back. There were still five shallow red marks on his back. Even though the priests had used healing spells, they couldn't completely erase the scars left behind by that vicious attack. Søren silently held his curved sword in his hand, and then his figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared into the shadows.
That group of hunters!
They didn't give up on the hunting ritual, and in the last three days, they had also killed another target.
Søren would never mistake the five claw marks. The dark high-grade Gnoll almost killed him there. The killing intent in his heart made Søren thirst for blood. His injuries had basically healed, and the special abilities of the Shadow Dancer were all available. Søren, who had just obtained a rare grade weapon, was ready to use the blood of these hunters as a sacrifice to his blade!
Søren was not afraid of the number of enemies when he was alone. Because he was a Rogue, the shadows and the forest were his best cover.
His figure disappeared, and the power of the shadows covered his traces.
Only when he walked on the bright ground could he see a blurry figure. This was because the level of Sneak was not high enough. It required more than 200 points of Sneak to become invisible in places without shadows. But this didn't matter much to Søren. He didn't put most of his skill points into Sneak, which meant that he strengthened his other combat abilities. The Wizard's Invisibility could completely replace the effect of Sneak when necessary.
"Looks like there are more than twenty of them."
Søren stopped and looked at the ground. The footprints on the ground were messy, but he could see that it was a circular encirclement. It didn't look like it was left behind by an attack, but more like it was left behind by someone retreating. He pulled out the grass in front of him, and there was a piece of cloth left behind by the thorns. The texture and cloth were similar to the ones in front of him, but the pattern was somewhat familiar. He murmured, "Where have I seen this pattern before?"
He identified the direction and continued to follow the tracks.
Rogues were also good at tracking, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to reproduce the advanced profession of Bounty Hunter and Assassin. Søren walked for about one or two kilometers and stopped in front of another big tree.
There were three claw marks on it, and there were broken branches and shrubs nearby. He could hear the sound of a river in front of him.
"Looks like there was a fight here for a while."
Søren reached out his hand and picked up the soil on the ground. It was dark red soil, and the area was not small. Although the body was gone, there should be a person here. Judging from the blood stains, the person should have died on the spot. There was obviously someone in front of him who used a sword to cut down the shrubs blocking the way. It seemed like the person they surrounded was not good at fighting, or he was weak, so the person protecting him had to clear the way and cut down the shrubs that were blocking his movement.
"Looks like they're dead!"
Søren only saw the traces of one person's death, but according to his estimation, the person shouldn't be able to run away.
If he had to protect such a burden, he would not be able to escape the hunters' pursuit.
He lost track of them by the river.
There were no footprints on the other side, so it seemed like the person didn't cross the river. Søren walked along the river bank and soon found a new clue.
He found a weapon and a torn piece of armor.
"An Elven Rapier?"
Søren picked up the broken rapier and looked around. He muttered to himself, "Could it be the Elven noble I met the other day? His guards seemed to be equipped with this kind of equipment. No wonder they looked so familiar. Normal Elven patrol guards couldn't afford such expensive cloth. Does that mean that guy met the hunters? "
It should have happened three days ago.
Søren met an Elven noble in front of the Temple of Life in the village. He had a part of the Elven Queen's bloodline, and it seemed like he was a descendant of the Divine Blood. They must have met the hunters, and for some reason, they became the new target. What happened next was a battle to escape. His guards definitely couldn't beat a group of high-grade hunters.
"If I want to catch up, it should be in front."
Søren's pupils shrank. His figure once again disappeared into the shadows, and then he sneaked towards the foot of the mountain in front of him.
There were more mountains in the Elven Forest, but they weren't high. The terrain was hilly. According to Søren's estimation, the Elven guards would at most cover the foot of the mountain in front of him, and then the hunters would catch up to them.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer.
Søren suddenly stopped. He pulled out his curved sword and his footsteps became lighter.
There were still traces in front of him.
The traces were very obvious. There were at least ten people moving around, and they should have been left behind today. He could also vaguely hear some voices. It seemed like there were people in front of him, and the number was more than ten.
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(PS: The second update will be a little later.)
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