Half-elf Ranger

The curtain of the night is like a devil, hiding in the thick and gloomy jungle, showing a ferocious and terrifying face, staring indifferently at the breath of all living beings.

The low shrubs and withered weeds swayed in the howling night wind, making bursts of whimpers, as if blasphemous whispers from the abyss.

Swish!

At this time, under the bleak silver-white moonlight, two vigorous figures quickly shuttled through the jungle.

"Did we come a little too early?" Horat said to Thorne, who was half-leaning beside a sturdy tree, tightening the scarf around his neck.

"It's not early." Thorne, who was shrouded in a black cloak, turned his back to Horat, glanced at the dark path in front of his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Before dark, my animal companions have already scout out all the guard posts set up by the gnolls in Moonlight Woodland in advance."

Thorne's eyes flickered, and he said calmly.

"Don't you want to kill all the guard posts?" Horat straightened his brows and asked subconsciously.

"That's right!" Thorne nodded without denying.

"Our mission is mainly to sneak into the gnoll camp and assassinate the six Yenogu fangs. Why do you always like not to follow the routine, and you are not afraid of being exposed."

Horat glanced at Thorne and said helplessly.

"The leader of the gnoll camp is not a fool. Just based on the fiery glue of the more than 20 crows, I don't think it can create any effective chaotic effect on the gnoll camp."

Thorne turned around and continued:

"So the only way to get rid of all the gnolls outside the camp is to send someone out to check when they find out. At this time, with the attack of blazing glue, it can cause real panic."

"Sounds like a good idea, and then the two of us take the opportunity to sneak in?" Horat nodded slightly, showing a sudden look.

"Shouldn't the skills you learned at the Thorn Bird Assassin Academy be just sneaking in? That's what thieves should do. We call it lurking, infiltration, and assassination!"

When Thorne heard the words, he teased Horat and corrected him with a serious look.

"Your stubborn personality hasn't changed at all. It's hard to imagine that you've changed from a novice Xiaobai who doesn't even dare to kill chickens. Alright, let's get started."

Horat murmured softly, looked forward and greeted Thorne.

...

Click!

In the moonlight jungle, a bright bonfire was burning dry wood violently, making a crackling sound, exuding high temperature and an unpleasant body odor.

Several terrifying figures sat around under the bright firelight, reflecting a ghastly black shadow on the withered yellow ground.

Each of them was nearly two meters tall, covered in green-gray fur with dark black spots, and gray-red manes extending from their coyote-like foreheads to their backs.

These big guys look like big coyotes walking upright.

rustle!

A withered yellow leaf gently fell off the dead branch and fell to the ground in a whirl.

Thorne, who was hiding in the big tree, stared vigilantly at the gnoll figure beside the bonfire below.

There are a total of six gnolls, each wearing a leather armor sewn together with various animal skins.

This simple sewing process is not difficult for gnolls. They often peel off the skin of their prey and sew them into protective equipment in the simplest way without any treatment.

In addition to giving them good defense and warmth, these rudimentary leather armors also made the stench around them stronger.

So if players want to deal with gnolls, the first thing they need to solve is to be able to endure the disgusting body odor on gnolls.

In some large gnoll tribes, gnolls even capture kobold slaves to help them build simple weapons and equipment.

Upon closer inspection, it can be found that almost all of these gnolls have scars left by animal claws or sharp blades.

Far from making them weak, such scars greatly increased their ferocity and brutality.

Six gnolls, one holding a spear, one using a curved-edged sword, one swinging a bone crushing hammer and smashing one on a stone, gnawed like the thigh bone of some kind of beast .

With the sound of cracking bones, the gnoll holding a bone crushing hammer immediately picked up the broken bones, stuck out his scarlet tongue, and greedily sucked the marrow inside the cracked bones.

The other two alert gnolls each had a simple longbow in their hands and a bag of arrows hanging from their waists.

This simple long-range weapon is composed of the bent branches of an old tree and the tendons of some kind of animal.

The last gnoll, and the most sturdy gnoll, sat carelessly on the grass with a terrifying flail in his hand.

The flail is one of the most popular weapons in the world, along with the broadsword.

Among the creatures who like to use flails, there are gnolls wandering in the wilderness, and gladiators in the Colosseum. Even some priests who like violence also prefer this weapon.

The spherical hammer with spikes at the end of the flail can often exert a powerful lethality, especially against those warriors who are wrapped in iron cans, and the effect is still remarkable.

Thorne gently took out an armor-piercing arrow from the quiver behind him, and then put it on the bowstring. Under the bleak moonlight, the cold light of the arrow reached the strongest gnoll on the ground.

collapse!

A slight echo of the bowstring was concealed by the Bone Crusher hammer hitting the bone, unnoticeable.

call out!

Immediately afterwards, there was a palpitating sound of breaking through the air, and a strong wind passed by the gnoll holding a spear. The gray-red mane was swept by the strong wind and floated slightly.

The gnoll holding the flail shrank suddenly, and the roar of fear just reached his throat.

puff!

The icy arrow sunk into the gnoll's throat, leaving a **** hole, and the dark red blood gushed out under the rolling of the gnoll's throat.

thump!

The gnoll holding the flail had a deep fear in the dilated pupils. He fell to the ground on his back, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he died.

Ow!

The first to perceive the crisis was the gnoll holding a spear. I saw that he was the first to let out a high-spirited wolf howl, cutting through the thick night, and his dark green pupils glanced around at the enemy's hidden traces.

Horat's figure appeared in the shadow of the bushes, and he jumped out more than three meters in an instant. The short sword in his hand pierced directly from the back of the gnoll holding the spear, and then twisted it hard, and immediately escaped.

Kill with a sword!

call out!

Another arrow cut through the thick night, screaming and rushing towards a gnoll who had just drawn out an arrow to shoot. Just as his arrow was on the bowstring, he felt a piercing pain in his chest.

The gnoll subconsciously threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, and covered the blood hole in his chest with both hands to relieve the pain, until he let out a final whimper, and then slowly fell to the ground.

When the second arrow shot out, Thorne, who was hiding in the tree, immediately hung the composite longbow behind him, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and jumped down from the tree four or five meters high.

At the moment of landing, Thorne rolled on the spot, relieved the force of the fall, and moved to another gnoll who was trying to escape.

puff!

The long sword slid through a cold light, and the withered yellow weeds floated with the sword wind. The escaped Gnoll's legs were directly cut off, and the whole body fell on the grass and cried in pain.

Then Thorne quickly got up to make up the knife, ending his last pain.

When Thorne looked in the direction of the battle of Horat, he happened to see the furry head of the last gnoll, driven by the blood released from the chest cavity, soaring into the sky.

"go!"

At the end of the battle, Thorne retrieved the two arrows that had just been fired, waved at Horat, and the two quickly disappeared into the deep jungle.