Half-elf Ranger

Emerald Field.

As the sun faded from the western horizon, Thorne stood on a large rock, where he waited.

The afterglow of the dusk gradually disappeared, and his shadow grew longer and longer.

He just stood there quietly until the entire Emerald Field was shrouded in darkness.

"Zheng!"

Thorne's hand slid directly to the position of the hilt at the waist, the simple and unpretentious scabbard was exposed, and the cold light flashed from the sharp blade, converging on the demon rune on the edge of the blade.

As the night got darker, Thorne left the stone that had been standing for a long time. With the blessing of the shadow hand stance technique "Shadow Beloved", his body was as silent as a shadow, just like the autumn wind. A leaf flying, inconspicuous.

Thorne walked along the trail, so agile even the gravel and rough ground didn't slow him down.

He moves nimbly through the woods, and with the blessing of his "Wooden Through" feat, his movements are so quiet that most forest beasts, even alert felines, don't hear or notice his Come, if the wind hadn't carried his scent, the animals would never have known he had passed through here.

"Sand! Sand! Sand!"

After a while, he came to a small forest, and he jumped from the branches of one big tree to another big tree. ground.

"boom!"

Thorne jumped down from under the leafy tree, his expression gradually returned to calm, and the palm of his grip on the hilt of the sword was no longer bulging with blue veins.

From the moment he left Fallstown, he knew he needed a killing to ease his inner irritability, so he came here, that's all.

I don't know why, he is so eager for a killing, a hearty battle, because of his arrival, the wilderness is not destined to be calm tonight.

Following the trail of activity left by the humanoid on the ground, Thorne traversed a small valley and a grove of trees, and finally found a campfire, close enough that he could see vague figures moving.

By their height, thick manes, and moving feet, Thorne knew right away that they were evil gnolls.

The two gnoll guards seemed to be arguing, and the first humanoid of Thorne's ranger nemesis was a gnoll, so it was only by their wriggling throats and expressions that one could understand what they were saying.

From their irritable facial expressions and the way they spoke, they knew that one of the gnolls was going to leave temporarily, while the other one started complaining, complaining about being on guard for a long time, obviously not wanting to be alert, both of them I thought it was uncomfortable standing like that.

Thorne squatted behind a bush not far away, with a cold smile on his face. At this time, he didn't want to use any skills, he just wanted to use his fighting skills with the sword in his hand, one sword at a time. Destroy all enemies in front of you.

"Always let me stand guard alone." The gnoll with the spear was left alone, so he kept complaining, he looked back at the camp, where many gnolls were gathered, some lying on the ground Resting, some were chewing rotten food, but he was the only one standing guard here stupidly.

The imbalance in his heart made it impossible for the gnoll with the spear to stand guard with peace of mind. He complained and mumbled while pacing back and forth, looking back at the gnoll eating at the campfire from time to time.

When the gnoll just turned around and prepared to be alert, he suddenly saw a clear and stern face in front of him, his long black and scattered hair fluttered in the wind, and his sharp eyes stared straight at him, making him shiver uncontrollably. .

The gnoll who reacted was just about to reach for his spear when he saw a cold light slashing from left to right. The gnoll raised his arm subconsciously to block it, but his speed was too slow to keep up with the cable. The speed at which Eun swings the long sword.

"Pfft!"

Just as the gnoll was about to cry out, the sharp blade with a scorching breath instantly made a fatal gap in his throat.

The blood soaked the gnoll's crude leather armor and lush mane. The gnoll covered the fatal wound with his hands, but the sharp sword in Thorne's hand slashed across the gnoll's body with sword after sword. Every sword is not enough to kill, he just wants to vent the endless anger in his heart.

The dying gnoll turned to seek support at the camp, and the blade hit him in the leg, the sharp blade easily severing his muscles and tendons.

Just as the gnoll guard was about to fall to the ground to end his cruel life, he felt that a hand grabbed him at the moment he fell, causing his body to fall silently to the ground without making any sound.

The gnoll was still alive, though he couldn't breathe.

- "One Ring of Magic: No Trace!"

With the faint green glow from the wooden holy emblem, Thorne was enveloped by an invisible energy, then he glanced at the dying gnoll, picked up the spear on the ground, and left without a sound.

Under a big tree not far from the gnoll camp, two gnolls were talking about something.

A gnoll with a showy look on his face seemed to be saying to his companions: He deceived another gnoll who was on guard, that guy was still standing guard stupidly, but I can be lazy here, hahahaha.

"boom!"

At this time, a spear flew quickly through the woods between the two of them, and stuck straight into a big tree.

"Ow!"

The show-off gnoll roared angrily when he saw the familiar spear. He recognized the spear's owner and thought it was the gnoll who was on guard who attacked him, so he wanted to teach the spear's owner a lesson. .

So he pulled out the spear stuck in the tree, and prepared to go with his companions to find the bad luck of the gnoll who was standing guard, so that he understood the fate of not being able to stand guard properly and annoy him.

The two gnolls had just turned around and were about to leave when a dark shadow appeared in front of them. Thorne casually leaned against a sturdy tree, staring at the two gnolls as if they were dead.

Cold eyes, messy black hair, and sharp blades filled the scarlet pupils of the two gnolls.

"Ow!"

The two gnolls roared angrily, one gnoll wielded a spear, and the other gnoll showed sharp claws on both hands, and charged towards Thorne with a ferocious smile.

The gnoll turned the spear in his hand skillfully and swiftly, and smashed it down with all his strength, trying to block Thorne who was demanding his life.

Thorne moved slightly, dodged the falling spear, and stopped in the middle of the two gnolls. The spear and sharp claws slashed at Thorne's thin body again with a piercing sound.

Thorne, who was standing still, blocked the spear with a long sword, and quickly swung the other short sword twice to block the two attacks of the gnoll's claws.

"Pfft!"

A scorching cold light flashed, and the whole body of the gnoll holding the spear was divided into two, and the painful wailing echoed in the wilderness.

"boom!"

At the same time the gnoll fell to the ground, Thorne used his right foot to kick the other gnoll that was raising its sharp claws to attack again.

The gnoll who was kicked in the abdomen staggered back a few steps, and was about to attack again, when his scarlet eyes suddenly noticed the body of the gnoll divided into two, looking at the separated body of his companion and the pain and wailing on the ground.

"Ow!"

The gnoll let out a low growl, turned and ran away, screaming in fear as he ran towards the camp.

"It turns out that you are also afraid sometimes."

Looking at the figure of the gnoll leaving, Thorne did not chase after him. He wanted the fleeing gnoll to go to the camp to report the situation here, causing panic in the gnoll's heart.

Thorne let the fleeing gnoll escape back to the camp where the bonfire was lit, and used his climbing skills to hide in the shadow of a big tree near the camp. He quickly scanned the surrounding terrain while checking the gnoll. number in the camp.

High-spirited howls spread into the camp of the gnolls, and the gnolls immediately scattered the filthy food and carrion on the ground, and most of them took up weapons.

"boom!"

Noticing the panicked gnoll, Thorne jumped into the camp with such carelessness.

The moment his feet touched the ground, those gnolls standing on the periphery immediately spotted his figure, and let out a loud cry and scream, and a gnoll threw a spear at him.

Thorne dodged the clumsy spear flying with ease, catching it unscathed if he wanted to.

"Pfft!"

A gnoll roared and charged towards him first, Thorne was unafraid, and the Demon Slayer Sword swept a deadly cold light from under the mace that the gnoll was about to resist.

"thump!"

The gnoll howled and fell on his back.

With the fall of the first gnoll, Thorne quickly appeared in the scarlet line of sight of all gnolls, and his eyes immediately focused on the four gnolls who approached him first.

"Clang clang!"

The sharp blade in Thorne's hand flickered forwards and backwards, blocking the advancing spear with sword after sword.

Although his Demon Slayer Sword could easily sever a sharp spear, in order to exercise his attacking skills, he did not rush to sever the spear.

When he noticed another gnoll approaching, Thorne immediately separated the spear with the blade and stabbed the spear high, then flew the spear high with the short sword in his left hand, and his footsteps suddenly moved towards The forward dash caused the Gnoll's body to lose its balance, and the cold light of the blade quickly cut off the Gnoll's throat.

Thorne's agile figure did not need to slow down to move on, and in the blink of an eye, he was so close to the second gnoll, he turned and spun, and once again swept away the gnoll's long with his blade in a split second. Sword, when he was about to complete the maneuver, the long sword in his hand pierced the gnoll's heart quickly and powerfully.

Then Thorne walked over on the gnoll's body.

A stick swept in, and he felt the wind breaking through the air. Thorne's expression did not fluctuate. He saw his figure slow down, and then he jumped up, jumping higher than a spear stuck on the ground.

His feet were firmly rooted on the stick that was attacking him, and he lowered the weapon with his own weight.

"Pfft!"

The long sword swept across, and the head of the gnoll soared into the sky under the eruption of blood.

At the same time, another gnoll with a spear followed, and Thorne stared at him indifferently. Raise the hands holding the spear.

Thorne, who had had enough fun, flashed to the side, and the short sword instantly sank into the gnoll's body. The gnoll stumbled forward and fell to the ground, stroking his feet, and his hands firmly grasped the soil on the ground for a second. Left and right, the dead can no longer die.

Thorne walked over the gnoll's corpse and rushed towards a pair of cooperating gnolls.

Thorne lowered his body and used his knees to make an emergency stop. At this time, the gnoll also reacted. The sword and spear slashed at Thorne at the same time. Just as Thorne's knees hit the ground, he suddenly moved forward. Roll in place.

"Pfft!"

The Demon Slayer Sword swept through a cold light with the sound of the hot wind, and the four **** thighs were scattered all over the ground along with the mournful wailing of the gnoll.

Thorne's long sword slid through two cold lights, and the screams stopped abruptly.

Thorne stepped away again on the two gnoll corpses.

Inside the gnoll's camp.

Facing the crazy crowd of jackals, Thorne instinctively moved to avoid all kinds of deadly attacks. Whenever he avoided an attack, the long sword and short sword in his hand could quickly make a deadly counterattack.

A stream of blood splattered, and the gnolls gathered around him fell to the ground mourning or lay on the ground and struggled in pain.

At this time, Thorne was like no one, and the blood-soaked ground was full of gnoll heads, severed limbs, and corpses that had been turned into two pieces.

"Ouch..."

A cry of begging for mercy came out of the fierce jackal's mouth.

The remaining gnolls already knew that they could not stand against the enemy with long black hair and two blades, so they all chose to lie on the ground tremblingly.

The cold light of the Demon Slayer Sword flickered frequently, and the heads of gnolls rose into the sky.

The air after the melee was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, and Thorne pointed his sword, and a raging flame burned in the gnoll camp.

Under the light of the fire, his figure gradually disappeared into the thick night...