"Woof!"

When Black appeared on the ridge, the loyal hound who was playing with Nathanos Marris immediately turned around, lowered his body, and made a pounce.

When this royal hound of Gilneas prepares to attack, its posture is fierce and intimidating.

Its black eyes were fixed on Blake, as if it was choosing the place to pounce for the first time. Blake could detect the movement of the beast's eyes.

It's looking at its neck.

"Desolate! Squat down!"

The pirate waved his hand and gave the order.

However, the loyal and brave hound did not care about him. He still maintained his preparatory movements to pounce, and the threatening whimpers in his mouth became deeper and deeper.

"Desolate, quiet, and here are friends."

Its real owner then spoke out. The moment he heard the voice, the Barren Puppy immediately squatted on the ground and submissively put away all aggressive postures.

But its eyes still stayed on Black.

If there is even the slightest bit of hostility, there will definitely be a fierce attack.

"Didn't you go to Lordaeron City?"

Blake dismounted ten meters away from Nathanos. He looked at the human ranger with a gentle smile in front of him and asked tentatively:

"And that letter, has it been sent?"

"Letter? What letter?"

Maris was stunned for a moment and asked:

"I don't remember you giving me a letter. Also, I did leave Dangarok Castle with my companions two days ago and move to the Royal City of Lordaeron.

But... we encountered some small 'problems' along the way."

Marris looked at Blake. In his memory, the two hit it off at Dangarok Castle, but then they separated, and they didn't meet again until now.

I have no experience of going to Durnholde Castle with Blake at all.

But there was still something unclear in my mind about this "orc killer", and the unknown closeness. In addition, Black also appeared at Icewind Point, which meant that he was also invited by Ravenholdt, so he did not hide it.

explain:

"My captain and I received a special hunting invitation. The captain was very interested in it, so we came here."

"Is Ravenholdt's lineup so big?"

Blake quipped:

"I thought that the League of Assassins was only famous in the human kingdom. I didn't expect that the high elves in Quel'Thalas were also aware of their existence."

"Because there are also high elf assassins in the Assassin's League."

Another voice, replacing Nathanos, answered Black's question.

The pirate raised his head and saw a tall high elf dressed exactly like Maris, wearing an elf chainmail and cloak, carrying a war bow, and two phoenix daggers at his waist, strolling out of the jungle behind him.

He speaks human language very well, with a hint of a tongue-in-cheek accent.

There is a head of golden hair, entangled in a sapphire hairband, hanging down in front of the cheek, blocking the left cheek, and sharp ears tilted back can be seen on both sides of the hair.

The most eye-catching thing was the hideous heads of several trolls tied together in his hand. They were very fresh and were still dripping with blood.

"Alterac soldiers did a terrible job of cleaning up the ruins of Icewind Hills. I can smell the stench of troll activity even through a forest."

With a comfortable smile on his face, the elf ranger casually threw his "trophy" aside, took out a scented handkerchief, and wiped the blood on his chainmail fingers.

He walked up to Maris, looked at Blake up and down, and said:

"Nathanos, this human friend, is the 'orc killer' you were talking about before?"

"Yes, Captain Brightwing."

Marris treated the high elf with great respect as a far traveler would, and he introduced Black to:

"This is my captain, the high-ranking ranger Halduron Brightwing of the Farstrider Legion. Even though the captain is only a lieutenant now, the ranger general Lyresa values ​​the captain very much.

He will most likely become the next ranger lord of Quel'Thalas."

"Then let me salute the future Ranger Lord!"

Black took a step back, learned the etiquette of the high elves in his memory, and bowed slightly forward. Halduron Brightwing also had the unique reserve of the high elves.

He accepted the gift and nodded slightly in return.

However, Black knew very well that the future achievements of Halduron Brightwing in front of him could not be summed up by a simple ranger lord.

More than ten years in the future, he will become the first ranger general from a non-Windrunner family in the history of the High Elf Kingdom of Quel-Rathras.

If you know a little bit about the internal affairs of Quel'Thalas, you will know what an amazing achievement this is.

Of course, Halduron will be able to take over as Ranger General in the future. In addition to his outstanding abilities and having a good friend in the Regent, a big reason is also because of the Windrunner family who have been holding the position of Ranger General for the past seven thousand years.

Downfall in disaster.

The eldest sister disappeared, the second sister died in battle, and the younger sister left for a foreign land. Only a young man who was still very immature and could not support the thousand-year glory of Windrunner remained in his hometown.

"As a human being, hunting hundreds of orcs alone is a truly heroic act, more like a miracle. If you were born in Quel'Thalas, there would be bards singing epic poems to you."

Halduron looked at Blake in front of him, and he spoke with a gentle tone of appreciation.

But a pair of sharp eyes made Blake feel like he was "naked" in front of this powerful ranger.

Black didn't even dare to throw the scout at the ranger in front of him.

He had this instinctive prediction of danger. Once he did this, he would be nailed to the ground by the two phoenix daggers at Halduron's waist in the next moment.

What's more, it's enough to know that he is powerful and has strong support from your side.

There is absolutely no need to do such an unpleasant thing.

Now Blake feels more and more that the detection skills provided by this ranger class are very similar to the evil detection of the paladin.

Can't say it's not a good skill.

The side effects are too great, and once thrown out, it will definitely cause a big trouble.

"Blake, I heard that Maris taught you the Farstrider's blade dance technique. He told me that you are most likely the second human being in this era to master this technique after him."

This elf ranger, who will be very successful in the future, is a very talkative person, and he rarely has the deep-seated arrogance and prejudice of other high elves.

They only met for a few minutes, but they left an excellent impression on Blake.

He looked at Blake's weapon, then looked at the sky, and said:

"There is still time, why don't you practice with Maris and let me see your understanding of Blade Dance. If you can really master it, maybe the Farstrider Legion will also open the door to you.

As far as I know, Ms. Sylvanas has seen this possibility in her disciple Marris, and she intentionally selects talented humans to join our ancient ranger army.

This idea was also supported by General Lieresa.

Perhaps, you can also become the second Maris."

"Yes, my friend."

Maris also joked and said:

"I am alone in Quel'Thalas and often miss my hometown. Some elves will treat me like a rare animal. If a human friend joins the Farstriders, my situation will undoubtedly be much better.

"

"Then come."

Blake didn't hesitate, he casually pulled out the Blade Fist and Wirt's Leg, and raised his chin at Marris, who shrugged and pulled out two Elf One-Handed Axes.

Under the watchful eye of Halduron, who had his arms folded, the two began to use their weapons to fight in close combat. It was not a battle of life and death, so the speed was quite slow, just like a drill.

"The left arm moves too much, and swinging the weapon like this will slow down your reaction speed."

"Suppress your desire to attack, and always remember that the opportunities exposed to you by the enemy may also be traps that lure the enemy deeper."

"Maris, your counterattack is too slow!"

"Blake, pay attention to defense when retreating. This is the first step. If you can't even learn to defend, then counterattack will be impossible."

"Are you humans so rude? Elegant! Remember, move as elegantly as possible. This is not just for good looks, it is the tradition of the Far Travelers!

We cannot fight like savages!"

"Well, Blade Fist is not suitable for you. Maybe you can try a dagger. Maris's one-handed ax is more suitable than Blade Fist.

You don't know how to use this unique weapon at all, you are just wielding it as you please."

Halduron Brightwing is really a very strict superior. Perhaps he is not willing to reveal his attitude, but when he sees Blake and Maris making mistakes in their actions, he will still instinctively correct them.

When he made several mistakes in a row, he would even reprimand him in the elf's unique sarcastic way, which put a lot of pressure on both beginners, Maris and Black.

It's like taking an exam in front of a strict teacher.

However, this kind of strict requirements and on-site guidance had a very good effect. Blake was constantly corrected for his mistakes. He could clearly see that the learning progress of Blade Dance in the skill column of the character card was constantly improving.

Probably because Halduron was proficient in this skill, and his personal teachings allowed Black to learn quickly.
To be continued...