Half-elf Ranger

The night was dark, the wind was blowing, the surrounding fir tree crowns rustled peacefully and the branches creaked.

At the gate of the gnoll camp, there was no terrifying blood and slaughter, nor crazy calls and screams, only the faint roar of the cold wind, and the warmth and light from the bonfire.

The bonfire dimmed, the hard branches reddened, crackling from time to time, and bursting with dark orange flames.

The two gnolls who were in charge of the night vigil at the gate frequently watched the noisy ceremony in the depths of the camp with envious eyes, but unfortunately they could not see anything but the sparkling fire.

The blessing of the great Gnoll King, as the people of Yenogu, everyone wants to see the glory of the demon lord, but unfortunately they can only stand here stupidly to keep watch.

The night was getting darker, and the howling cold wind gradually became violent.

The two gnoll guards on the vigil were unaware of their responsibilities, curled up tightly against the wind in the corner of the camp gate, enjoying the warm firelight and a moment of tranquility in their lives.

When one of the gnolls with three claws scars on his face felt the lowered temperature and the dim light of the bonfire, he subconsciously tightened the animal skin armor wrapped around him, and then got up directly to face the howling cold wind , slightly irritably kicked the dozing companion next to him, and said cursingly, "Idiot, the branches are about to burn up!"

The snooze gnoll felt the throbbing pain in his legs, and he gave a jerk, and he picked up the curved-blade broadsword on the ground and looked around vigilantly.

After noticing that there was only one nasty ugly gnoll beside him, his frightened eyes returned to calm, and then his heart loosened, he glared at his companion in dissatisfaction, and muttered in a low voice: "It scared me to death, I thought it was a silly big hill. The giant is calling again."

"We have long since shaken off the shadows of fear in the mountains, there are only a group of cowardly humans waiting for our slaughter to come, hurry up and chop down a bundle of branches, this **** cold night, without the shelter of the cave, it is too hard to bear Got it." The scarred gnoll growled and urged impatiently.

"Isn't it because the Ferocious Eagle caught three scars, what is there to show off?" Another gnoll complained, turning to look at the unfinished blessing ceremony in the depths of the camp, holding the curved blade in his hand. The broadsword walked toward the fir trees.

Everything seemed to be calm again, except for the faint mad cries coming from the depths of the camp, and the slight footsteps of patrols outside the camp.

The Gnoll, who was standing guard alone, glanced at his companion who had entered the fir grove, leaned against the bonfire, and threw the remaining branches into the fire, ready to curl up his limbs and go into a dormant state.

"call out!"

At this moment, a whistling sound pierced through the silence of the moment, the gnoll's furry ears shook a bit, opened his eyes abruptly, stroked the scars on his face, and whispered: "What a familiar voice ."

It was because of hearing this sound that he raised his head and glanced at the dark sky out of curiosity, and then three scars symbolizing glory were left on his face by the fierce eagle hovering in the sky. This sound was very violent. The sound of the eagle swooping down from the sky.

The gnoll looked up at the deep night sky again, but unfortunately there was nothing but the dark night, and the ferocious eagle that could bring him a symbol of glory did not appear.

What could it be? There was confusion in his pupils.

"Pfft!"

Just when the gnoll raised his head in confusion, the sharp arrow that broke through the air gave him the most satisfactory answer, looking at the hard and bright arrow feathers under the light of the fire.

It turned out to be an arrow made from the tail feathers of a vicious eagle. No wonder Po Kong's voice was so familiar. The gnoll's pupils showed a sudden look. Unfortunately, it was too late. The rod flows slowly.

He couldn't breathe, so he grabbed the deadly arrow stuck in his throat with both hands and tried to pull it out with all his strength so he could gasp again, or so he thought.

It's a pity that the arrow penetrated so deeply that his dying body only deepened the pain of his wound.

On the one hand, the pain caused by the deepening of the wound, on the other hand, is the suffocation that will be close to death. How do you choose?

In this dilemma, a half-elf holding a longbow appeared in front of him and helped him solve this problem. Only the stern half-elf bowed slightly, and in his desperate pupils, he helped him take advantage of his throat. The arrow was pulled out mercilessly.

Why would it be helpful? This tear-like pain was clearly caused by him, and confusion appeared in the Gnoll's pupils again.

Afterwards, he breathed hard as if he was relieved, but unfortunately he could only make a cooing sound like running water. Although the arrow stuck in his throat had disappeared, he still couldn't breathe, and in the end he could only lie on the ground in despair. , to meet the shadow of death.

"Ow!"

Behind the half-elf ranger, a gnoll with a bundle of dry wood appeared, and when he saw the bonfire that was about to go out and his companion lying on the ground making the sound of gurgling water, he immediately threw away the dry wood in his hand. , growled angrily.

A sharp, curved-blade broadsword appeared in the gnoll's hand. He glanced disdainfully at his dying gnoll companion, and then stroked his hideous face without any scratches.

The scars of glory cannot cover up your humiliating death, and today I will prove to you that I am still stronger than you without the scars, the jackal thought to himself.

Then he stared coldly at the half-elf who had not turned around.

The half-elf in front of him was wearing a cloak as dark as the night, and his messy black long hair fluttered in the cold wind.

This thin half-elf must have succeeded in the sneak attack because his companion was asleep, and the jackal once again thought of his own guess.

Immediately after, the gnoll let out a low roar, and the sharp blade of the curved-blade broadsword slashed towards the half-elf's back. As he ran fast, he showed a ferocious and cruel smile, as if the half-elf in front of him had become his chopping block. The meat is left to him to slaughter.

The stupid ogres once said that the meat of elves and half-elves is the most delicious and delicious. He has not tasted it yet. Thinking of this, the curved-blade sword in the gnoll's hand can't help but exert some force, wanting to end this kind of battle quickly. , and then enjoy the delicious food alone.

Just as the gnoll's broadsword was about to approach the half-elf's head to taste the blood, the gnoll suddenly found that the other party turned around quickly, and the simple and unpretentious scabbard hanging around his waist suddenly showed its sharp edge, and then he sheathed it again and returned to peace.

And his arm holding the sharp blade suddenly lightened, and then a piercing pain surged through the arm throughout the body.

"Ouch!!!"

Blood flowed unstoppably along the smooth cuts in his arms.

The gnoll stared at the detached arm with widened pupils, and a painful howl cut through the thick night, alarming the gnoll guards patrolling the periphery, but not the crowd shouting out from the camp.

Thorne held a composite longbow in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to catch the curved-blade sword that was about to fall. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved his backhand vigorously.

"Pfft!"

The cold light that the gnoll was all too familiar with flashed, and the wailing of the broken-arm gnoll came to an abrupt end.

The ranger who killed him walked away silently with a blood-stained curved blade in one hand and a composite longbow in the other.

Thorne looked at the five gnoll patrolling guards who rushed over after hearing the movement, and his expression was very calm.

The blessing ceremony of the gnoll leader was about to end, and he came here under the guidance of the little sika deer, so he naturally understood what it was for.

However, instead of using his stealth ability to sneak in quietly and give the gnoll leader a fatal blow, he planned to break in, and through chaotic fighting, he took the opportunity to approach the gnoll leader and end his life.

"call!"

Thorne swung hard, and the curved-blade sword in his right hand spun and galloped away.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade slammed violently into the chest of the gnoll guard, and the gnoll wailed and fell to the ground twitching.

Looking at the remaining four gnoll guards rushing towards him, Thorne glanced lightly, estimated the approximate distance, and calmly drew three sharp arrows from the quiver.

"collapse!"

"Pfft!"

With the slight reverberation of the bowstring, the sound of arrows piercing flesh and blood sounded, and the gnoll walking at the front fell to the ground, only to see him lying on the ground, his hands firmly grasping the red soil on the ground, as if grabbing him. The dying life.

"collapse!"

"Pfft!"

The sharp arrow galloped out from Thorne's hand, hitting the forehead of the second gnoll. The strong penetrating force directly shattered his hard skull, and he fell to the ground on his back.

"collapse!"

"Pfft!"

The last arrow in Thorne's hand pierced the third gnoll's heart with a roaring roar. The powerful penetrating force mercilessly smashed the heart hidden in the deepest part, and the gnoll twitched a few times. , and lay motionless on the ground.

"Roar!!!"

The last gnoll guard finally approached the half-elf ranger under the deadly arrow. He first glanced at the composite longbow in the ranger's hand that was no longer threatened by him, and then roared, the heavy mace belt With a piercing sound, he smashed towards the head of the Ranger.

It's a pity that his movements were too slow in the eyes of the ranger. When the Demon Slayer Sword in Thorne's hand was put into the scabbard, a bloodstain appeared on the neck of the gnoll. As if he had just reacted, it was like a blood-colored fountain in the night sky.

Thorne stepped on the headless corpse of the gnoll and walked towards the interior of the camp.

"Ow!"

A high-spirited wolf howl sounded from the humble roof, and a dark figure jumped down.

The evil abyss breath instantly filled the surroundings, and the two pairs of penetrating huge claws shone with a monstrous black glow under the shroud of the pale moonlight, which was eerie and terrifying.

"Zheng!"

The slightly trembling Demon Slaying Sword slowly unsheathed, and the strange demonic rune on the sword became clear and eye-catching when it faced the abyss gnoll.

The Demon Slayer in Thorne's hand seemed to really scream in the dark.

"what!!!"

Depressed howls of pain came from the mouth of the abyss jackal, and he saw his whole body crawling on the ground, his claws deep in the dense mane wet with cold sweat, his hideous face was twisted in pain, half-covered. The scarlet pupil looked at the sharp blade in Thorne's hand, and the deepest fear in his heart emerged.

A half-demon creature transformed from a demon soul had no resistance in the face of the chaotic aura of the immortal evil on the Demon Slaying Sword.

Hand up the sword!

Thorne jumped on the headless corpse of the abyss gnoll and appeared on the humble roof. Just when the roof couldn't bear it was about to collapse, he appeared on the roof of another house.

Under the continuous jumping of the roof, Thorne finally approached the center of the ceremony inside the camp, blessed by the King of Gnolls.

Thorne stood silently on the roof, letting the cold wind blow on both sides, his long messy hair raised, and the gnoll guards who spotted him kept gathering in the direction he was standing.

He just stood still on the roof, motionless.

Looking at the gnoll riot that was about to be suppressed in the center of the blessing ceremony, and the wild gnoll guards gathered here in the camp, Thorne was filled with emotion.

Once upon a time, every time the people of Waterfall Town faced the attack of the gnolls, there would be a trace of worry in their expressions, because as long as it was a war, death would be brought, which no one could avoid.

What is the war for?

Just to live strong in this homeless other world, at least that's what he thought.

So Thorne, who wanted to understand this truth, really lived strong. He grew step by step from a novice who was afraid of wild goblins to be able to break into a large gnoll tribe alone and slaughter the murderous gnoll.

Growth is like this, it hurts and is happy, you have to accept all the harm this world brings to you, and then grow up fearlessly.

The beauty of the sunrise is that it is born out of the deepest darkness. Only by accepting that you are ordinary can you do your best to be different.

The gnoll guard was getting closer and closer to him, and some people even threw javelins at him, but they were all easily dodged, picked up, or caught firmly, and then fought back fiercely.

Thorne's calm eyes locked on the gnoll leader who was standing up to the rioting gnoll not far away, and his mind moved slightly.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Fire Bomb!”

Fist-sized white-hot fireballs gradually converged on his blade.

The hilt, wrapped in leather and metal straps, was glowing red with the bright fireball. Thorne struggled to control the fireball on the blade, pulsing the energy of chi in his body to channel it into the fireball. , the size of the fireball is slowly increasing at an imperceptible rate.

"Is it still not possible?" Thorne murmured while looking at the fireball that was about to explode.

He once witnessed the super-large fireball cast by the Ogden Warlock in Horn Town, so he tried to use the energy of chi to achieve the same effect, but unfortunately the application was not ideal, each time the size of the fireball increased by one After a small circle, it fell into a state of about to explode.

"The skill of using the energy of qi is not something that can be accomplished all at once, it is an ability that can only be mastered through hard work and practice over time." Thorne, who wanted to understand this truth, no longer bothered about this issue.

- "Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Immediately after that, his mind moved again, and a basketball-sized fireball gathered in his other palm.

Then Thorne glanced in the direction of the gnoll leader and waved vigorously.

Two fireballs, one large and one small, entered the range where the gnoll leader stood with a whistling sound amid the exclamations of the gnolls they witnessed.

"Boom!"

The blazing fire exploded in the dense crowd of wolves, the roar of the explosion resounded throughout the gnoll camp, and the high-temperature flames raged everywhere.

The smoke of gunpowder was in the air, and the gnolls were wailing. The gnolls who turned into firemen were running wildly in the camp, and the situation that was about to be maintained once again fell into chaos.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

A large group of gnoll guards finally approached the culprit who caused the damage to the camp. They looked up at the figure on the roof and let out a demonstration-like roar.

Looking at the gnoll guards who were about to climb up the roof, Thorne focused his gaze on the gnoll leader again.

——“Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Walk!”

Thorne jumped, his entire body appeared in mid-air, and then gradually wrapped in a cloud of shadow energy, disappearing without a trace in the dazed state of the gnoll guards.

"Keep me steady!"

Around the statue of Yenogu, the gnoll leader with flames on his face screamed angrily, while holding a sharp blade, he killed the other gnolls who tried to attack him while taking advantage of the chaos, and then plundered the blessings of the gnoll king.

Suddenly, the gnoll leader felt a cold breath on his neck, as if he was being restrained by a rope, so that his angry roar seemed to be stuck in his throat, resulting in a strange and unpleasant sound.

Immediately afterwards, this icy aura began to spread to his whole body. When he realized that something was wrong, his entire body had been paralyzed by the shadow energy and it was difficult to move, and the whole body became stiff.

It was followed by a heart-wrenching pain, the pain with the coldness and burning heat of a sharp blade, and two extreme touches appeared inside his body at the same time, making him confused.

When he turned slightly, he finally found the enemy who caused him such damage. It turned out that a half-elf hidden in the darkness had stabbed a sharp sword into the gap between his ribs and penetrated the lobes of his lungs.

The gnoll leader knew that the wound was fatal, he could feel the blood rushing into his lungs, suffocating him, and if he retreated quickly, there was still hope for him to escape the shadow of death and fall at the feet of the gnoll priest, accepting the living. Healing magic.

It is a pity that the gnoll sacrifice has long since threw himself into the arms of the great demon lord after the ceremony, so he was not saved, and the breath of despair continued to permeate the heart of the gnoll leader.

In the end, the gnoll leader who took office successfully and had just received the blessing ceremony of the great gnoll king fell at the feet of the half-elf ranger with a face full of despair and unwillingness.

Thorne stepped on the figure of the gnoll leader and appeared in the crowd. He held a sharp blade and stood silently in place.

"Roar!!!"

All the gnolls who reacted immediately rushed towards him, and the chaotic crowd of gnolls caused a tragedy of trampling on each other.

- "Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

A basketball-sized fireball emerged in front of Thorne, and under his guidance, it plunged into the surging crowd with a fiery breath, blooming deadly flowers.

- "Awesome momentum!"

Then Thorne rushed in front of several Yenogu fangs with the help of the diffuse gunpowder. The breath of immortal evil mixed with murderous aura, causing these semi-demon creatures transformed by demon spirits to crawl on the ground one after another. trembling.

Blood spattered, Yenogu's fangs and the wandering abyss gnolls all turned into the souls of Thorne's sword, which made the progress of his special ability "Devil's Power" a little higher again.

Still in the chaotic crowd of jackals, Thorne's figure quietly left.

Facing the raging wind, he stood among the wildly swaying weeds and bushes, looked at the little sika deer that appeared in front of him, and bowed respectfully to him.

"Stalkers of the Way of Silence need not be afraid to face the wilderness. The Way of the Wilderness is the way of the best. We should maintain balance, learn the hidden ways of life, and engage in never-ending battles with the enemies of the wilderness."

The little sika deer nodded humanely, and the agile eyes lingered on Thorne for a long time, and finally turned into a faint light and dissipated in the howling wind.

...

Several figures appeared at the gate of the gnoll camp.

"This kind of arrow made from the tail feather of the dire eagle is rarely used in the entire waterfall town except for Thorne." The fire of the pipe flickered in the night, and the smoke accompanied the words slowly from Torvi's mouth. Drifting out: "It seems that we came a step late today, and someone has already helped us clear up the trouble in advance."

"Cuck!"

A dark crow cut through the thick night and fell into the shoulders of Master Qingchen. After seeing him and the crow's smart eyes looking at each other for a moment, he slowly said: "The new gnoll leader has been put to death, let's go. Bar."

After he finished speaking, he ignored everyone's surprised eyes and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight along with the crow's cry.

"boom!"

The storm lord Albert looked at the silhouettes of the crowd, slammed the spear into the ground with force, the crackling arc jumped wildly, and then turned into a shadow and rushed into the gnoll camp.

Immediately, in the entire gnoll camp, dark clouds covered the entire camp, and bursts of thunder sounded frequently, mixed with the mournful and wailing gnoll's screams, composing an angry movement.