Half-elf Ranger

In the deep night, large black clouds covered the cold moonlight, and the swaying tree shadows danced wildly like ghosts.

From the depths of the jungle, Ye Xiao's strange screams can be heard from time to time, which are extremely harsh and creepy in the dark night.

At the other end of the battlefield, the lizardmen warriors continued to walk out of the depths of the woods, attacking the defensive formations of the caravan guards without fear of death.

The scarlet **** smell permeated the icy air, mournful mourning and sword shadows bloomed in the cold wind, and the corpses piled up around were hideous and terrifying, and the strong breath made one almost suffocate.

The pure black eyes of the guard leader Ekmon froze slightly, and two beads of sweat the size of beans swept across his dark red face, followed by terrifying blue veins.

I saw his deep voice kept mumbling the name of a certain **** lord.

- "Fourth Ring Spell: Flaming Scorpion Swarm!"

Ekmon held up the dark red orb in his palm with difficulty. Guided by an obscure incantation, the scorching dark red breath exuded a pungent smell of sulfur, turning into a strange sharp blade and slashing towards the blood-soaked ground.

"boom!"

At the moment when the dark red air wave hit the ground, a long and narrow crack cracked on the ground. The dark channel was like a bottomless abyss, and countless fiery scorpions crawled out of the crack.

Fist-sized flaming poisonous scorpions exuded scorching flames, forming a huge wave of fire, raising their scorpion tails and scorpion claws, frantically rushing towards the lizard crowd.

The mournful screams of the lizardmen warriors continued to reverberate under the impact of the sea of ​​​​scorching fire, and the legs of a large number of lizardmen warriors were left with shocking burns and neurotoxins.

Although these injuries were not fatal, they severely hindered the lizardmen's mobility. Most of the lizardmen warriors sat on the ground with wounds in their legs and struggled in pain.

The moment the flaming scorpions disappeared, the caravan guards formed a human wall, raised their sharp blades with cold light, and greeted them.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

The massacre had just ended, and a large number of lizardmen warriors appeared again in the depths of the jungle.

In the night, they showed terrifying faces, their scarlet eyes flashed, and under the stimulation of the thick blood, they rushed forward without fear of death.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Dozens of sharp javelins were thrown from the hands of the lizardmen warriors and shot into the caravan guards with a roaring sound.

"Clang clang!"

The clanging sound mixed with the sound of sharp knives piercing into the flesh could be heard incessantly, and the lizardmen took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack again.

The guard leader Ekmon looked at the lizardmen warriors who rushed again and the caravan guards who were attrition. He frowned deeply, and gritted his teeth and sang a hurried spell again.

"puff!"

The hurried spell was about to be heard, and Ekmon suddenly suffered from the backlash of the spell, spewing a mouthful of scarlet blood.

The dark red face appeared sluggish, and he slumped directly on the ground, falling into a state of extreme weakness.

Obviously, Ekmon's spell as a warlock has almost been exhausted, and the result of forcibly casting the spell is to suffer backlash, in light of a serious injury, and in serious cases, it will even lead to a decline in his own strength.

Ekmon looked at the steady stream of lizardmen warriors and the night lord's carriage behind him in despair, and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, a dark shadow energy cloud appeared in the melee crowd, and Thorne's figure appeared strangely from it.

- "Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Sword of Red Lotus!"

Looking at the inexhaustible lizardmen warriors, Thorne's thoughts moved, the dark red long sword in his hand trembled, and a raging fire suddenly burst into flames.

A wave of heat immediately dispelled the surrounding chill, illuminating all the tieflings' curved horns and terrifying faces, as well as their thick, wagging tails.

"Everyone step back!"

Thorne stood there and shouted.

Hearing the words, the surrounding guards looked at the dark shadow that was holding the long sword and wrapped in pale orange flames, all of them with tired bodies pulled back without hesitation.

"Fizz!"

The lizardmen warriors not far away roared one after another, raised their javelins that were flickering with cold light, and their scarlet eyes locked on Thorne's body and projected them fiercely.

"Bang bang bang!"

The moment the whistling javelin hit Thorne, it was blocked by an invisible protective force field, splashing ripples like ripples.

Feeling the gradual weakening of the protective force field exerted by the sorceress on him, Thorne took a deep breath of the hot air, and then jumped up violently, turning into a fire shadow and jumping into the crowd of lizards.

- "Awesome momentum!"

A strong murderous aura mixed with the smell of blood quickly spread around Thorne. The terrifying lizardmen warrior felt the strong killing intent and shivered with fear. His scarlet eyes looked at Thorne with a deep expression. deep fear.

"Pfft!"

Thorne took the opportunity to swing the scorching dark ember sword, and the fiery blazing sharp sword cut a fatal arc, raising scorching fire waves and sandstorms, and the lizardmen warriors surrounding Thorne screamed in pain. Can't afford to fall to the ground.

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

Thorne looked at another crowd approaching the lizards, his long sword once again condensed a flame, and the terrifying flame energy condensed into a small point, reflecting the distorted dark red air.

Swiping the long sword and sweeping out, the scorching conical flames roared like the flames of a red dragon, covering the lizard crowd.

Under the scorching heat, the dark green **** scales of the lizardmen were directly ignited by the flames, and a charred lizardman body lay on the ground and wailed.

Most of these lizardmen warriors are about level 2, and if converted into data, their health is at most 20 points.

Therefore, with the blessing of the special "Desert Fire" of Thorne's desert style martial arts, the burst damage can completely achieve instant kill.

Then Thorne looked at the lizardmen warriors who came in a steady stream not far away, and took out the heads of three lizardmen shamans from the dimension bag, and gently threw them into the lizard crowd.

"boom!"

The heads of the three lizardman shamans drew a graceful arc in the night and fell precisely in front of the lizardman warriors.

Under the dark cloudy night sky, blood flowed into rivers of corpses, and all of them were stumps and broken arms, as well as the heads of the three lizardmen shamans with unwillingness in their pupils.

"Roar…"

The lizardmen roared lowly, and the struggle in the scarlet pupils flashed away, followed by a mess of strange screams from the lizard crowd, and then they turned around and fled frantically.

"Want to run? It's not that easy." Looking at the lizardmen warriors whose morale collapsed and fled, Thorne snorted coldly, and a wooden holy emblem with five-star paw prints slipped from the sleeve of his left arm.

— "One Ring of Divine Art: [Powerful] Entanglement Art!"

Thorne whispered softly, and the wooden holy emblem in his hand suddenly emitted a light green light. Under his guidance, the weeds within fifteen meters in front of him instantly soared.

Turning into countless thorny vine-like plants, they followed the footsteps of the lizardmen frantically, trapping many lizardmen in place at once, and some of the weaker ones were directly trapped by the vines, and the arms holding the weapons could not move at all.

"call!"

A dark red fireball the size of a washbasin followed.

"Boom!"

The blazing fire burst, the high-temperature flames raged, and the violent impact accompanied by the loud noise made the earth seem to tremble, and the stumps and broken arms splashed with fresh soil.

"boom!"

The aftermath of the powerful flame turned into a wave of air and hit Thorne who was standing there watching the play, and the powerful impact directly lifted Thorne's body flying.