Half-elf Ranger

It is only when we wake up that the dawn begins to break.

—From "Walden" by Henry David Thoreau

This is a heart-pounding world that is both beautiful and rife with long-standing evil.

In this world of great heroes and extreme evil, shrouded in magic, mystery and danger.

Brave knights walked fearlessly through the tombs where the kings of the past were buried for glory and wealth.

Domineering bandits lurk in the dark alleys of ancient towns, plotting their next crazy plan.

With scepters and divine spells in hand, the devout cleric fights against any evil force that dares to peril the world.

Treacherous wizards and the Fallen sack the ruins of abandoned kingdoms, recklessly delving into secrets too dark to see the light of day.

Dragons, demons, devils, savage tribes, vicious humanoid races, and even unimaginable evil creatures all lurk in terrifying dungeons, endless caverns, abandoned cities and vast wilderness, ready to sip their prey of blood.

Under the watchful eye of the gods, a continent dominated by great and noble heroes, irredeemable fallen, and a large and terrifying evil organization.

There is also a group of unyielding protesters fighting **** battles for their future in some obscure corners of the world.

…

When the dawn of the east first appeared and the sun was twilight, the alliance army gathered in the town of waterfalls set off in a mighty manner.

The entire wilderness was filled with black soldiers, moving slowly like a tide.

Looking up, I saw that in the vast wilderness, bright flags fluttered in the wind under the sky, the bright armor shimmered with dazzling luster, and the jagged swords went straight into the sky, glowing with a cold light.

With the radiant rays of light falling on the vast land, all things woke up from their slumber, and this silent and dignified army finally moved to an open plain outside the Serene Forest.

Thick dark clouds floated under the sky shrouded in dawn. Groups of ferocious vultures flew quietly from behind the jagged clouds. They hovered at a low altitude and made bursts of high-pitched screams.

The alliance's army stopped advancing, the largest number of heavy infantry regiments were posing an indestructible steel city wall, the bowmen were also adjusting their equipment, and the caster groups were scattered in various formations in an orderly manner. Strictly protected.

For a normal spellcaster, one-third of the spells are used to save life, the other third of the spells are used to assist in control and defense, and the last third of the spells are really lethal spells.

But in this kind of positional warfare, most spellcasters' spells are based on large-scale destructive spells, with control as an auxiliary. As for his own safety, he completely relied on the heavily guarded warriors in front of him.

At the same time, professionals who are proficient in engineering also began to unload various equipment from carriages and assemble war equipment. Various large-scale equipment such as light and heavy catapults, ballistas and ballistas appeared in the open wilderness without reservation.

Crossbow arrows with the thickness of the baby's arm were filled with the sound of clattering, and the boulders mixed with igniters were taken out of the space equipment and stacked next to the catapult, ready to go.

No matter where it was, as long as it was a war, these weapons of war were destructive weapons second only to magic.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The dull battle horn was blown, and in the Hobgoblin camp, a movable tower-shaped wooden building was pulled by a group of ogre slaves. Front row.

On the tower dozens of meters high, the leader of the Hobgoblin Heruk, whose face was dark red, threw the shattered scarlet cloak behind him, revealing black heavy armor with blood-red stripes, and then carried a giant axe mixed with double-sided blood oozing. , the flag of the sharp flail and the striped thorn whip, hurled all the strength towards the center of the battlefield.

"boom!"

As the metal flagpole sank deep into the center of the battlefield, there was a sound of hunting.

The Hobgoblin leader raised the double-sided blood axe in his hand, and under the blessing of the amplification spell, he roared in the direction of the alliance like rolling thunder:

"The offals of the Emerald Fields, under the watchful eyes of the great goblin patron, the supreme chief, the unrivaled war lord, the mighty Magrubier, the battle flag of the Hobgoblin of Heruk has been planted here. on a piece of land!

Now! Let the battle tell us who is the true master of this land! "

"For the glory of the Almighty!" The Hobgoblin leader raised the double-sided blood axe above his head and shouted exhaustedly.

"For the glory of the Almighty!" The shouts spread rapidly, and countless sharp blades flickering with cold light and battle flags fluttering in the wind were raised at the same time. The voice of the elf warrior joins the cry of the hobgoblin leader.

The hobgoblins all boiled, and so did their allies.

In the open wilderness, the fanatical shouts of the enemy continued to grow louder and louder, and the waves echoed continuously.

The army of the Alliance was instantly stunned by the aura of the goblins, so much so that there was a riot, and they all turned their attention to the commander of the army.

How much morale affects an army, I believe everyone can see it.

An army without morale, even if everyone in the army is the most capable, can hardly compete with a team of ordinary people who are both united and high morale.

At this moment, as soon as the army of the Five Towns Alliance collided with this hobgoblin army, which was dominated by faith and then took advantage of the warlord's rule, the morale was directly suppressed and it was at a disadvantage.

In the projection of countless eyes.

The goblin wizard Malvasia, who was shrouded in black robes, walked silently to the front row of the team, followed by a group of goblins, staring at the high-spirited goblin army.

When all the unsuspecting soldiers noticed the commander of the army, there was a riot, and every now and then someone with suspicious and worried eyes exclaimed in a low voice, "Why is our commander-in-chief a goblin!?"

"How did you do it! Such an important war is even commanded by a goblin."

The silent goblin wizard brought a group of goblins in the same dress and slowly walked to the forefront of the team.

I saw her staring at the direction of the Hobgoblin army, stretched out the small hand hidden in her sleeve robe, gently took off the pointed hat on her head, and her long black hair was loose and fluttered in the wind.

The goblin wizard slowly opened his arms, and his body gradually floated in mid-air.

The moment she stopped moving, she seemed to be affected by some mysterious force, and her aura suddenly changed suddenly, as if the calm lake surface was suddenly smashed into a boulder, surprising the waves.

"Only when we wake up, the genius begins to break, and we have never experienced the darkest night, and we cannot usher in the brightest dawn. Some people say that we are destined to fail. It is because of failure that I decided to give it a shot..."

Malvasia murmured words that no one could hear.

I saw her raised her head slightly, a pair of pale red deep eyes met the bright sky, and the thick dark clouds condensed at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sky suddenly darkened, as if some powerful force was brewing.

The terrifying dark clouds rolled sharply like thick smoke, swooping down from the highest mountain peaks, and immediately turned into a group of huge beasts, swallowing the gloomy wilderness, the wildly swaying forest, and the suspicious army along the way. went in.

"What's the matter? It was fine just now. Why did the day suddenly go dark in the blink of an eye."

"Is this the calm before the storm?"

"Look at the goblin wizard in Horn Town!"

…

The alliance's army clearly began to riot, all raised their heads and turned their attention to the goblin wizard Malvasia who was still floating in the air.

Then, something incredible happened.

The goblin wizard, who seemed to be smashed to the ground at any time by a heavy dark cloud, was gradually enveloped in a faint light.

People couldn't help feeling a trace of solemn solemnity, as well as the majesty that could not be desecrated, they all retracted their eyes, lowered their heads and dared not look at it.

"Is it the power of divinity? What is she doing?"

The priests from the Temple of Merika, the Church of the Earth Mother, and the followers of the God of War all sensed a familiar force.

This feeling is exactly the same as every time they pray to the gods they believe in.

Although this power is a little insignificant, the source is the same.

This is a force full of divine brilliance.

"Is she planning to confer a god?" Thinking of this, the priests' faces involuntarily showed a hint of shock, and a guess that even they themselves could not believe suddenly popped up in their minds.

However, it is possible that this incredible guess could have happened right before their eyes.

Looking at the gloomy sky, the entire hobgoblin camp seemed to be suddenly choked, and all the cheering shouts were stopped at once.

"My lord's oracle has come true! Someone wants to steal my lord's divine power! Encroach on my lord's realm! She must be stopped! Damn goblin bastard! I feel my lord's power has begun to slowly decline, she is planning Take away the faith of all goblins."

A hobgoblin priest held the holy emblem with a bright red light in his hand, and let out a frantic roar, roaring: "Prepare the ceremony! Welcome the incarnation of my lord!"

Meanwhile, in the Hobgoblin army.

All the goblin warriors, including the slave cannon fodder, raised their heads and stared blankly at the figure shrouded in faint light in the air.

In the countless pale red eyes, except for the figure, everything around them seems to be moving away from them...

this moment!

The whole world seemed to feel something.

Countless legendary powerhouses looked up at the sky, turned in the direction of the Corina Peninsula, and involuntarily murmured: "Representing goblins and wisdom? Who the **** is going to confer gods? Crazy?"