Half-elf Ranger

The dark night, the dark clouds cover the moon, and the stars disappear.

In Talan Village, a dilapidated small village, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and as the cold wind blows, it gradually spreads rapidly around.

In the depths of the jungle, a group of night predators with dark red light flashing in their pupils wandered all the way along this rich **** smell.

They traveled back and forth between the trees under the cover of the dark jungle.

When these ferocious predators saw the scene in the village, they found a giant beast with sharp horns rushing through the pack of jackals riding on wargs.

The red light in their pupils flickered slightly, a touch of fear emerged, screamed, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

"This cruel defense is finally coming to an end." Andrina walked to Thorne's side and sighed as she looked at the dwindling Warg Knights ahead.

Hearing the words, Thorne's delicate face was still dignified as never before.

He looked in the direction of the entrance of the village and found that the five guards with double shields and the warriors holding long swords who were resisting the entrance of the village had successfully completed their mission and were approaching here.

At the entrance of the village, dense gnoll corpses were piled up, and the dark red blood stained the narrow passage. At this time, there was like a flowing blood-red creek.

At the dense forest passage reclaimed by the Razor Boar, the original steady stream of Warg Knights no longer continued to appear one after another.

The triceratops that Gust has changed, the humanized agility in the pale green pupils is still dominant.

With his thick, tough, rough hide, he was unafraid of the beatings of the Warg Knight's flails and the bite of the Warg.

Cooperating with a dozen rangers and rogues with bows and crossbows in the ruins, they are gradually clearing up the remaining Warg Knights.

But Thorne could tell from the sound of arrows breaking through the air that they had few arrows left.

And those warriors who were holding spears guarding beside the crossbowmen looked at the battle situation that was slowly being reversed, and their originally tense faces gradually relaxed.

Several of the more seriously injured simply sat on the ground and began to bandage their wounds.

It seems that all of this is indeed developing rapidly for the better, and the brutal battle is really coming to an end.

but!

The more Thorne saw this situation, the more uneasy his heart became. His keen intuition told him that tonight's battle was far from over!

Thorne suddenly thought of the skinny girl's transformed fierce tiger, because she died so strangely!

When the dire tiger disappeared in the depths of the jungle.

Thorne judged from the roars and screams faintly coming from inside, that the fierce tiger was obviously relying on the last shred of reason to forcibly rush into the wolf knight group to slaughter the wolf knights madly.

But the fight only lasted for a moment, and the vicious tiger's movement suddenly stopped!

Therefore, Thorne doubts whether there is a powerful professional who can instantly kill the vicious tiger in the deep forest.

Since there are such powerful professionals, why have they been hiding and not choosing to do it directly.

All the doubts made Thorne's heart heavier!

"Don't waste spells, be vigilant, things are not as simple as you think!"

Thorne immediately interrupted, noticing that Andrina was about to raise her staff to help clean up the remaining Warg knights.

Andrina was stunned for a moment, looking at Thorne's solemn expression, she finally chose to follow his instructions, the battle was coming to an end, with or without her help.

Roar!

When the last gnoll was pierced by the sharp horns of the Triceratops and died with a roar, the battle really seemed to be over.

Thorne's gaze into the depths of the jungle became more and more solemn!

Suddenly, after he saw several dark shadows gradually appearing from the depths of the jungle, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face changed greatly, and he really guessed it right.

Moo!

Gust's changed triceratops still retains a trace of reason, his pale green pupils looked at the five figures that gradually appeared, and roared angrily.

"Violence and **** death and killing are of great significance to our lives. Survival of the fittest and survival of the fittest are the unchanging inheritance of our Lord!"

As the cruel and bloodthirsty voice came from the jungle, the figures of the five gnolls gradually appeared in front of everyone.

It's Flynn the Gnoll!

After Thorne saw the five figures, his eyes narrowed.

Flynn's gnolls are close relatives of the gnoll race, they are more powerful and cruel than ordinary gnolls.

This cruelty applies not only to their enemies, but also to their cousins, the gnolls.

The ruthless Flynn Gnolls are clever strategists, often serving as leaders and elite hunters in gnoll tribes.

They will use raids, ambushes and numerical superiority to strike all enemies.

When commanding a gnoll hunting party, Flynn would not hesitate to sacrifice these ordinary gnolls for his own benefit.

The appearance of Flynn's gnoll is similar to that of a gnoll, but it looks a little squatter overall, about 2 meters tall and weighs about 160 kilograms.

Their foreheads are not as sloping as gnolls, their ears are rounder, and their hyena-like heads are covered in filthy red short hair.

Moo!

The Triceratops roared angrily, and the huge body was preparing to charge!

"It's another transformed Druid, eagle-eyed tricks, these are the rest of our games."

When the gnoll in the middle looked at the triceratops, there was no trace of fear. The gnoll sneered, and his eyes were full of disdain.

I saw that he gently raised a skull magic weapon in his hand, which was carved with blood-dropping animal claws with brown hair and curved pointed armor.

In the dim night, the skull magic weapon emits a strange red glow, and the pattern of blood dripping animal claws seems to be alive at any time, eerie and terrifying!

- "Three-ring magic: dispel magic!"

A pale red light instantly enveloped the charging Triceratops.

In the harsh roar of the Triceratops, its indomitable charge was instantly stopped, the light flashed, and Gust's thin body fell to the ground.

The four people around the gnoll holding the skull magic weapon saw the restored Gust, waved the weapon in his hand, showed a cruel smile, and leaned over.

It's the gnoll priest Flynn.

It turns out that this forbidden transformation ability can be easily cracked by dispelling magic, Thorne muttered to himself when he saw Gust returning to his original appearance.

Then he tightened the long sword in his hand, and a flame suddenly jumped on the blade.

Then Thorne quickly jumped out of the bunker with a long sword and rushed in the direction of Gust.

- "Awesome momentum!"

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame Star!”

In the dark night, a dazzling white light burst, and the four gnolls who had just approached exclaimed, their eyes stinging, and they were just about to take action.

Suddenly, a murderous aura filled with a thick **** aura enveloped them, and Flynn, who was caught off guard, trembled slightly.

Just as the four were stunned, Thorne immediately grabbed Gust's thin body and distanced himself from them.

Then hand Gest to the Double Shield Guardian Yoder who just arrived.

After stabilizing his body, when Thorne and the gnoll priest looked at each other.

The five-star paw print holy emblem hidden in Thorne's sleeve suddenly trembled slightly, and a strong green light erupted.

At the same time, the skull magic weapon in the hands of the gnoll priest also flashed a strange red light.

"It turns out to be a believer of Mara, the **** of hunting!" Thorne spit out these words slowly, with angry hatred in his eyes.

The believers of Mara appeared here, so tonight's tragedy was the hunting ceremony they held in order to attract the attention of the God of Hunting!

Thorne's expression sank, and he looked up at the sky slightly. The thick dark clouds had already dissipated, and a full moon was slowly rising.

A follower of Gyren Storm!

What a surprise!

kill him!

Taste his blood!

Let him die a painful death in endless hunting fear!

Mara, the **** of hunting, will be watching our hunting ritual tonight!

When the gnoll priest saw Thorne, endless bloodthirsty and madness burst into his eyes, and then he roared excitedly.