Half-elf Ranger

Facing the light of dawn spilling over the wilderness, watching the afterglow of the setting sun gradually fade away, replaced by the dark night, and piles of bonfires emitting bright light and warmth.

Then, amid the noise and noise, laughing and screaming, the night slowly fell silent.

On the second day of the trip, from dawn to night, nothing happened all day.

The caravan walking in the wasteland and wild forest is like a dull and terrible winding beast, exuding an invisible deterrent everywhere.

Whether it was beasts or monsters, even ferocious hill giants fled in fear.

The dangerous emerald field seems to have suddenly turned into a lifeless cemetery, silent and eerie.

Although this kind of silence makes people uncomfortable, no one will feel bored, and nothing happens. For the traveling caravan, it is a wonderful thing.

Because emergencies in the wild always represent trouble and possibly death.

The morning of the third day.

A fiery red sun rises from the far east, the sky seems to be smeared with invisible crayons, and pieces of colorful clouds float in the air.

The morning sun is full of zhang zhang, the morning glow fills the sky, the vast land becomes bright, and everything is covered with a strange color.

The towering trees stand upright like silhouettes inlaid with golden edges, and the morning light passes through the sparse branches and leaves, casting a mottled brilliance on the ground.

The roar of the ox and the horse, the spur of the groom, and the gallop of the horse's hooves, all mixed together.

On this not-so-wide wild dirt road, deep tracks were left, shrouded in hazy light, gradually disappearing in the direction of Stallman Town.

"Chirp!"

There was a loud eagle roar from the blue sky.

After the black shadow flew over Thorne's head and circled for a few times, it swooped down with a cracking sound.

Thorne stretched out his arm, and the galloping shadow fell on his left arm obediently.

Looking at the animal companion beside him, Thorne stroked the eagle's head and looked at his humanized eyes for a moment.

The Dire Eagle let out a long, happy cry, spread its wings again, and took off, hovering in the clear sky.

The clear sky and bright sunshine shrouded the figure blown by the cold wind, but Thorne could not feel a trace of warmth, only the piercing chill.

He stayed where he was and thought for a while, then turned to look at the silhouetted caravan behind, and then walked towards the dirt **** not far away.

The caravan of Stallman Town walked for two days in the wilderness, and finally reached the Nosil Plain, which is Stallman's territory.

"Nohir" means "wandering" in the tiefling race.

No matter where they are, no race likes to live a life of wandering, because wandering means no place to live and no stable home.

At this time, Thorne was in the Nosil Plain, which was also named after the Night Lord, the founder of Stallman Town.

On this plain, there are no thick bush fields, no muddy rotting swamps, and no rugged hills and mountains.

Some are just endless flat grasslands, and some farmland and fruit forests that the tieflings have cultivated themselves.

Standing on the hill and looking to the northwest, you can see the undulating Emerald River.

When this turbulent river flows through the Norhill Plain, it becomes like a docile and well-behaved kitten, providing many conveniences for the residents of Stallman Town.

There are also several fishing boats from Stallman Town floating on the wide water. The breeze blows, and the fishing boats are gently rippling on the water.

Looking north along the path of the river, you can also see the birthplace of the Emerald River: Mount Huaernath.

This perennial snow-capped peak is more than 8,000 meters high. The waterfall town of Thorne is located under the peak and surrounded by the waterfalls of the Emerald River.

Thorne sat casually on the dirt hill and waited for the caravan.

Looking at the hazy Dajianken Mountains in the west, I saw the rolling mountains on the horizon. The snow on the mountains was half-melted, mottled in black and white, shining with dazzling light in the sun.

Thorne bathed in the sun, lifted the hood of his cloak, and let the not-so-bone cold wind blow his long black hair, feeling the holiness of nature comfortably.

At this moment, a large herd of bison caught Thorne's attention in the distance.

There are many such beasts in the wilderness. They have no powerful abilities and can only rely on the group to survive and protect themselves.

Generally, a small number of fierce bison leaders will be born in such bison herds. They are stronger than other cattle herds and have at least a challenge level of about 5.

They dare to fight any fierce predator, and as their sharp horns gallop across the plains, the most ferocious and ferocious animals shy away from them.

In fact, it is very similar to humans, because most of the civilization settlements in the wilderness are the strong guarding the weak and maintaining their living space.

The bison leaders shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the tribe. When they encounter danger, they are responsible for protection. When they are unable to resist, they will also find a way to find the most effective escape route.

Also enjoy the richest green grass, and have the most mates in order to ensure strong offspring.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, a loud wolf howl sounded, and a large group of strong wolves the size of a calf appeared around the bison herd.

Immediately afterwards, the howls of wolves fluctuated one after another, and a large number of wolves emerged one after another, forming a semi-encirclement of the bison herd.

Under the low roar of the Warg leader, the Warwolves did not act rashly.

Only the cold eyes flickered with malice and cunning, and the interlaced pale canines flickered with bloodthirsty cold light. They quietly watched the panicked bison herd and moved forward slowly.

Wargs like to live and hunt in packs, and their diet includes almost all humanoids and beasts.

And they also have their own language, with a certain wisdom and evil nature, and even some people with higher wisdom can speak common language.

Although the number of wolves is twice that of the bison herd, they have the advantage of almost crushing, but under the command of the wolves leader, they did not choose to take the initiative to attack, but shook the black bristles of the whole body and let out a demonstration-like roar.

This is the most common attack method used by the wolves to attack other groups. It forms a semi-encirclement of the bison herd, makes way behind the herd, and then intimidates them into a panic.

Then, with the wolves pressing step by step, most of the bison will choose to flee from the gap behind them, and this is the best time for the wolves to attack.

Among the fleeing bison herds, all the old, the sick, and the sick will be a delicious meal for the wolves.

"Moo!"

Facing the pressing step by step of the wolves, the most ferocious buffalo leader made a dull sound, and the panicked buffalo gradually calmed down, and all the strong buffalo around began to move.

They used their strong horns to arch the calf next to them, and drove all the frightened calves into the herd.

Then he stood at the outermost periphery of the group and roared like a demonstration without showing weakness. At the same time, the entire group was slowly moving towards the gap.

A war between groups and groups seems to be really **** here.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in the rear of the wolves, the fiery flames burst, the high-temperature flames raged, and the violent impact accompanied by loud noises made the earth seem to tremble.

"Ow!"

Looking at the raging fire, the sturdy body of the Warg leader trembled, the cunning in his pupils was replaced by anger, and then he looked at the green figure in the distance and roared in a low voice.

"Roar! Roar!"

Under the command of the leader, a group of wolves rushed towards the green figure in the distance.

"It seems that the beasts here are protected by druids." Thorne stood on the soil **** and looked at the green figure not far away, showing a sudden color.

When the dozen or so wolves were about to approach, the druid's whole body flashed with a flash of light, turning into a colorful and fierce tiger with a body length of about 7 meters.

The deafening roar was mixed with the fierce wind, exuding the aura of the King of Beasts.

Bison herds are protected by druids, and if anyone or other creatures hunt on a large scale, they will emerge with rage, maintaining their perceived balance.

Similarly, if the number of cattle is too large, the Druid will kill some of them mercilessly to ensure that the green grass is eaten clean.

"A bunch of stubborn and annoying guys." Thorne said to himself, getting up and walking towards the approaching caravan.