Half-elf Ranger

The sky was densely covered with haze, and the smoke of gunpowder in the mid-air mixed with the low-hanging gray and white cloud shadows, reflecting the glistening blood pools on the ground into mottled darkness.

"Boom!"

When the loud noise of the explosion stopped, the slightly trembling earth returned to calm again, and the billowing smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the scene below the city wall, as sung in the Hobgoblin War Song, it really turned into a tragic Asura field.

All of them were stumps and broken arms, screaming and wailing up and down each other, and a large number of cannon fodder captives and hobgoblin warriors fell to their death in the pool of blood.

There was a disgusting smell of blood and a pungent smell of sulphur in the air, and in the big pit bombed by the huge fireball, you could clearly see the corpses half-covered in the mud, dripping. Drops of blood seeped into it, showing a black and red color.

All the defenders on the city wall were stunned by the scene in front of them, and time seemed to be suddenly frozen in this deafening roar.

The archers stopped shooting, the spells chanted by the caster stopped, and the movements of the hands of the warriors who lifted the stones and logs could not help but froze in the air. In addition to the sound, there are the wailing and screaming of each other under the city wall.

The dignified Carlos breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of a smile on his tense expression. He wiped off a few drops of cold sweat that fell from his forehead, looked at everyone and said, "The fireball just now was so scary, I always thought it was heading towards us. I came here, but I didn't expect that when it was about to approach, it suddenly fell down."

When he noticed the oversized fireball whizzing towards the city wall, he actually started to panic in his heart. After all, the firing position of the fireball was in the direction of the siege tower where the Hobgoblin army commander stood.

"It seems that something must have happened when the siege tower was shrouded in black clouds." Carlos muttered doubtfully: "Could it be that a high-level wizard came to support?"

"It didn't fall down suddenly, it's because the target of this fireball is these siege hobgoblins." Torvey, who was resting against the wall, shook his buzzing head, and then grabbed his pipe with a trembling hand. He put it to his mouth, took a few puffs, and let out a big mouthful of smoke in relief.

"It must be him!" Only the sorceress Andrina had a strange look in her water-like eyes.

Because she had heard Thorne talk about researching how to save energy, and it was clear that he had succeeded.

"Retreat!" On the battlefield, several hobgoblin commanders who saw the situation in bad situation noticed the legion commander who had never conveyed the order, and understood that the war would end in failure, so they ordered all the remaining hobgoblin warriors to prepare for an orderly retreat. .

"The warriors of the Bone Shattering Tribe! Kill me all these bastards! Not a single one!"

In the center of the battlefield, the ogre leader who broke through the line of defense rolled out a beast-like roar with a large group of hideous ogre warriors.

"Boom!"

A fireball the size of a washbasin was thrown from the hand of the ogre, and a dazzling fire broke out. A dozen or so broken hobgoblin warriors fell in the half-covered mud and cried in pain.

Accompanied by the undulating wolf howls, the orc wolf cavalry with curved blades flexibly shuttled through all corners of the battlefield.

Swords, lights and swords flickered frequently, and a stream of blood splashed continuously.

At this time, a dark shadow appeared in the hazy sky, approaching the city wall at a very fast speed.

"Roar!"

With a ferocious face and blood dripping from its mouth, the Fulong Beast roared angrily at the soldiers holding the armor-piercing spear.

"Stop it all! It's my own!" Carlos, who noticed the situation, hurried over to stop it.

The Fulong Beast glared at everyone fiercely, flapping its dark red leather wings that were extremely disproportionate to its body, and fell firmly into the city wall.

"Thorn!" The sorceress Andrina exclaimed when she saw the figure lying on the back of the dragon beast, and hurried over.

"I'm fine..." Looking at the crowd around, Thorne raised his head and smiled a little with difficulty. Although the shoulder injury was deeply visible to him, it was not fatal and did not affect his actions very much.

However, when he cast the fireball just now, the energy of qi in his body was exhausted by him in one breath, causing his whole body to be weak and weak, so he chose to let his reluctant animal companions carry him here.

Since his "Qi Refining Technique" has been improved to a realm, he can clearly feel the substantial increase in the energy of Qi in his body. This is also the main reason why he can consume all the energy in his body and cast such a powerful fireball.

Then he threw a head in his hand to Carlos: "The army commander of the goblin has been slain, the enemy has been scattered, we can counterattack."

"So, you put that oversized fireball just now?" Carlos glanced at the **** dwarf head on the ground, and looked at Thorne in shock.

"I said it couldn't be the kobold warlock from Horn Town. I have seen the fireball power of that guy many times. How can it be compared to this one?" Torvey dragged his still weak body. , came over and said with a smile:

"However, you, a ranger, have done all the work of the fortress wizard, so how can we let the spellcasters in the town of waterfalls mess up in the future."

"Now is not the time for nonsense, hurry up and start a counterattack." Thorne got up and said with the help of the sorceress Andrina.

Feeling the change on his back, Fulong Beast pouted with dissatisfaction and laid his entire body on the ground.

"It's so good." Seeing that the dragon beast made such an interesting action, Thorne showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

So I took this opportunity to raise my arm and touched its hideous head covered with scales. Although it was rough and thorny, it finally gave him a good addiction, but it affected the wound on his shoulder and hurt him. grinned.

"Roar!"

The dragon beast turned his head and roared at Thorne in a low voice, and sprayed a small puff of light green mist at him, expressing his inner dissatisfaction.

"What time is it, you are still in the mood to tease it." Andrina reluctantly glanced at Thorne's pale face as paper, staring at the shocking knife wound on both sides of his shoulder and a scar torn by sharp teeth , complained distressedly: "You are too messy."

"It's okay." Thorne smiled and gave Anderina a reassuring look, and then walked towards the lounge behind the city wall with her help.

"The supreme commander of the hobgoblins has been killed! Put down the drawbridge! Open the gate! The soldiers of the town of waterfalls! All rush out with me! Kill all the intruders!"

At the same time, Carlos, who had reacted, glanced at the hobgoblins who had already fled, raised the head of the hobgoblin army commander in his hand, and shouted at everyone on the city wall.

Afterwards, he led all the soldiers who still retained their fighting power down the stairs and rushed out of the city.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As soon as Carlos's voice fell, the passionate and frantic sound of war drums echoed in every corner of the city wall.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

The suspension bridge of the moat fell slowly, making an unpleasant and harsh sound, as if mocking those hobgoblins who were not afraid of death but chose to escape.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy door 'rumbled', emitting a bright light and countless determined and crazy eyes.

Immediately, the originally very wide city gate seemed to suddenly become narrow, and the black soldiers were like a dam with the gate opened, and the tide gushed out quickly.

Accompanied by hoarse shouts, with a surge of arrogance, they pursued all the enemy troops who fled in embarrassment.

"Half-elf warriors in the upper city, pull out your sharp blades and rush out!" The half-elf girl Lilia put down the longbow in her hand and shouted to everyone slightly tired.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of sharp blades unsheathing sounded one after another, and the cold light of the blade reflected the scarlet blood on the ground, making it even more eerie and dazzling to the eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed one after another.

These half-elf longbowmen, there are many agile rangers, jumped directly from the city wall.

Some take advantage of the **** of the city wall, relying on their strong coordination and control over their bodies, and take light steps to show everyone flying over the eaves and walls.

Some took out their claw hooks with ropes and slid down. There was even a third-order ranger who jumped down without any scruples and landed steadily on the ground, leaving only a galloping back.

This is a battle of fate!

Because the town of Falls is the only home for these otherworldly compatriots and half-elf races. If this place falls, the half-elves can only continue to live in exile in the mainland until they find or establish their own pure land again.

And these compatriots from other worlds will lose their last refuge. They will either succumb to the indigenous forces, silently endure and abide by their culture and system, slowly forget their own civilization, and eventually be assimilated.

Either you have to cross the emerald field and go to the forces established by other compatriots. However, this is the season of recovery of all things. After the monsters and evil humanoids who have endured a whole winter have awakened, they are eager for every game all the time. A **** feast, this is destined to be a migration full of killings.

Therefore, only one's own compatriots can truly understand the difficulty of their own race's survival. This is why, no matter what race, they always like to get along with people of the same race, because they can find an inexplicable intimacy in each other.

This kind of intimacy is like a person who wanders in a different place in order to survive, suddenly encounters another person from the same place. They gather together to speak a common language and a familiar hometown dialect, and find some inexplicable intimacy in each other.

The half-elf race longs to have a territory of their own, in which they will not suffer rejection and indifference.

And their compatriots who have been living in another world and can't go back, why don't they want to have a home that is exclusive to them.

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