The target is dead!

Extract the target soul energy and obtain 700 experience points!

Through the insights of fighting, you will get 100 points of practice!

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In the Bloody Arena, Thorne's battle with the trolls was declared over with the dismemberment of the trolls and the cheers of the nobles!

At this time, Thorne sat cross-legged in a cold and wet little black room inside the fence gate to rest, about to prepare for the last battle.

In the dark hut, a few fist-sized mice greedily licked the unknown blood and minced meat on the ground and sneaked away quietly.

Thorne raised his right arm, which seemed to have lost consciousness, and then began to slowly knead his left hand to unblock his muscles and bones.

This method of activates muscles and bones was learned by a player who is proficient in massage. As it turns out, this simple massage technique is really useful.

In a battle with the troll, although he seemed to have not suffered substantial damage, the troll's power was close to 18 points.

The huge recoil force generated by the collision of the two weapons was all endured by Thorne.

Especially his right arm, the most severe damage was suffered.

Now that the battle is over, when Thorne's tense expression relaxes, all the pain suddenly comes to him.

However, this is not the first time, so Thorne is very comfortable to deal with.

After all, half-elves are not races with high power attributes.

What's more, when he created the panel, he adjusted the extra human bloodline of the elf.

If Thorne hadn't had tenacious expertise, it would have been very difficult for him to deal with the battle just now.

[Teniority (personal expertise): The stubbornness in your personality makes it difficult for you to be shaken in the things you decide. The strength in your will makes you temporarily forget the pain caused by the wound and the inconvenience caused by the action. Even if you suffer a heavy blow to the head, you can still keep your mind clear.]

In this other world, professional expertise is the easiest for players to obtain. As long as they upgrade, they will be automatically obtained after meeting the level requirements.

It's a good gold finger for players.

But it is not that easy to be specialized.

The easiest way is to use the training method guided by the instructor, and then practice it over time until you get the expertise information prompt.

Then you need to pay enough practice points to fully master it.

However, there is no rule for personal expertise. To put it simply, it depends on personal talent.

Thorne's tenacious specialty is to accidentally get a heavy blow to the head and accidentally master it. Athletic athletes also suddenly realize it by an unconscious run.

But the same method is not necessarily universal for other players.

[Sports athlete (personal expertise): You are a natural athlete. When you are running, climbing, jumping, swimming and other movements, your efficiency is often better than others.]

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Crunch!

Thorne, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest, was suddenly interrupted by a sound of opening the door, so he immediately looked up at the light at the door.

It was him? Thorne raised his eyebrows when he saw the figure in front of him, and said in a little puzzled heart.

Standing in front of Thorne was a young man wearing dark black armor covered with dry blood, holding a scarred helmet in his left hand, and looking at him with a smile.

Thorne had a deep impression of the young man in front of him. A month ago, he was fighting with a group of robbers in Andrea's small bar.

It was this man who instantly subdued Thorne without any reaction, and then was locked into an underground death corpse by the city guards.

He is the son of the Lord of Winter City: Brandt Iron Hand!

Although Thorne was a little confused about this person's visit, he did not ask too much, but chose to remain silent and sit still.

"You're Torne?" Brandt asked directly.

"That's right!" Thorne replied faintly.

"Lucky half-elves, your abilities have been recognized by me. You can now follow me and leave this disgusting place." Seeing Thorne's unchanged expression, Brandt nodded secretly.

When he met the other party in that remote tavern, he was interested by the other party's calm and unyielding personality.

Brandt believes that as long as such a person is guided and trained in the future, he will definitely become his right-hand man.

"I am very grateful for Your Excellency Brandt's attention. Unfortunately, I am a guardian of the wilderness, so I can only regret it." Thorne was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and shook his head slowly.

It is not very new for slaves in the arena to be taken as guards by the nobles because of their outstanding performance.

But Thorne is already a free person, and he is not willing to stay in Winter City for a moment.

Originally, his purpose was to pass on the Nine Swords. Now that the purpose has been achieved, he naturally had to leave as soon as possible and go to the territory that truly belongs to the players.

From the unlimited storage of fugitives and cultists from all over the world, it can be seen that the rulers in Winter City do not have a good deal.

A city where even the God of Good would not want to come here, Thorne did not think there was anything here that could attract him.

So Thorne did not want to get involved in the power of Winter City, so he could only try to refuse and make plans to see what the other party reacts.

His profession is Ranger, and Ranger is an adventurer dedicated to guarding the wilderness. Their mission is to resist monsters and humanoid tribes coming from the wilderness to prevent civilization from being destroyed.

Thorne is not a lie, because this is his future goal.

If Brandt had a little so-called conscience in his heart, he would have understood Thorne's meaning and would not make things difficult for him.

Besides, this Brandt didn't give Torne that bad impression.

"Is that so bad? It's a pity. May the God of Nature be with you, a half-elf warrior from the wilderness!"

When Brandt heard this, a look of regret flashed in his eyes. Then he took out a small bottle of potion and threw it to Thorne, and then turned around and left.

Intermediate Vitality Potion

Special effects: Recover 30% of your physical strength after use.

"May Winter City be immortal forever!" Thorne took the potion thrown by Brandt, immediately stood up and possessed himself slightly and said softly to Brandt's back.

Brandt, who walked outside the door, heard Thorne's voice, paused suddenly, and then put on his helmet and left quickly.

In this city of sin, there are rare people in power who have retained their conscience. Thorne sighed and drank half of the potion in his hand, then blocked the bottle and saved it.

As the potion gradually developed, Thorne suddenly felt that his body, which was originally tired, was revitalizing, and the faint pain on his arms completely disappeared.

Since his physical strength has recovered, there is no need to waste time here. Thorne stood there and pondered for a moment, then immediately walked out the door.

In the dim corridor, the only source of light was torches on both sides of the wall, but for Thorne, who has dark vision, he could still see this kind of light environment clearly.

All the sides of the corridor were imprisoned with various ferocious beasts and slaves from all over the mainland. Some of them hit the fences wildly, while others leaned against the corners of the walls and were silent, with their faces as if dead.

At this time, two figures appeared in the corridor passage. As both sides continued to get closer, Thorne saw the other party's appearance clearly.

A guard of the arena was walking forward with an orc at this time.

Another player orc!

Thorne glanced at him and immediately recognized the other party's identity. Then he subconsciously looked around and found that the iron cages around him were imprisoning many orcs from the northern wastelands.

Most of the orcs' eyes were very calm, as if they were going to face death, and only a small part of them hid in the corner and sobbed secretly.

What exactly happened in the Northern Wasteland? Why are there so many orc slaves?

Looking at the orcs imprisoned around him, Thorne's expression changed again and again. There were at least 300 orcs.

And from their expressions, we can see that player orcs should occupy the majority.

bump!

Suddenly, Thorne, who was distracted, was hit hard by a tall figure, and then Thorne staggered back a few steps.

So Thorne immediately tightened his right hand, looked at the other person with a strange expression, and quickly left.

Walking out of the dark corridor, Thorne immediately took out a small piece of rag that he passed by when he passed by the orc.

This is a piece of rag torn from the corner of the clothes, with real-world text written in blood.

Although it has become blurred, it is still recognized by Thorne.

"Frost Wolf SOS"

It was the Frost Wolf Clan’s call for help!

Seeing these words, Thorne thought for a moment and immediately understood the meaning.

Then I recalled a sensational event on the forum less than two months after the game was launched.

That is, there is an orc player named Saen who cannot bear the evil behavior of orcs in the world of Torrell and the hostility of other races towards them.

He set a grand ambition to completely change the views of all races towards orcs and develop orcs into a kind camp.

So he formed the orc tribe himself and became the chief of orcs. Their tribe name is: Frost wolf clan!

After seeing this call, many nostalgic players seemed to recall a sentence from a certain game in that youth: "For the tribe!"

In an instant, it makes people's blood surge and passionate!

Those players looking for feelings have deleted their accounts and chosen orc races to join this great cause.

As for what they developed in the future, Thorne did not pay attention to it, but what he didn't expect was that he had all become slaves to the Bloody Arena.

It's so incredible.

"It's a pity that I'm really powerless!" Thorne looked at the piece of rag in his hand that was only the size of a palm, but suddenly felt extremely heavy at this moment. This was a desperate player's helpless call for help.

Now, in this cruel other world, he has insufficient self-protection, so what can he use to save others?
Chapter completed!