Half-elf Ranger

The war is not over yet, the fighting continues, and the air is filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The smoke of gunpowder that filled the air and the low-hanging gray and white cloud shadows mixed together, reflecting the dimly lit pool of blood on the ground into mottled darkness.

dong dong dong!

The war lord Sarayan took off the armor that was in the way, rolled up his sleeves and waved the drum hammer, hitting the gnoll war drum with all his strength.

The passionate drums are tireless, and there is no pause. The shocking sound dispels the fear hidden in the hearts of the players in Twilight Town, and inspires every warrior who fights with blood.

The hunting flag was erected at the very center of the army, and the pattern of the sharp blade cutting through the afterglow of the sunset was clearly visible.

The standing battle flag spread out invisible energy fluctuations, fluttering against the gust of wind, grinning.

The roar of slaughter, the roar of death, the cry of battle, the music of the War Singer surged across the battlefield like a furious storm, drawing comrades and enemies into his raging waves.

The chair of the War Singer has long since disappeared, and the clean and tidy white robes are also dotted with strange blood.

He stood beside the large harp nearly two meters high, with a hoarse voice, his ten fingers elegantly plucked the forty-seven silver strings stained with blood.

Roar! Roar!

The two hyenas who broke into the depths of the army bowed their waists and let out a low growl. They jumped up and opened their **** mouths, revealing sharp fangs and stinky saliva, attacking the target directly at the throat of the singer of war.

boom! boom!

The two warrior players guarding the War Singer instantly greeted them with swords and shields mottled with blood.

A stream of blood splattered, and the two ferocious hyenas wailed and fell into a pool of blood.

clang clang!

At the forefront of the battlefield, the sound of weapons colliding one after another, Garrod raised his steel shield and roared, and the round shield in his left hand had already been replaced by a deadly long sword.

The collision of the shield and the Bone Crusher gave off dazzling sparks, and the friction between the sword and the gnoll's body erupted in mournful wailing.

Scarlet hot blood flowed into his resolute face along the cracks of the heavily scratched steel mask, and slid down to the depths of the collar along the two hideous scars on his face.

Roar!

The savage Hao, who had recovered from his weak state, let out a piercing roar again.

With the crackling sound, the huge and shocking body appeared in front of everyone again.

I saw him swinging the ding-ding broad sword and jumping up, the powerful explosive force left a shocking crack in the place, and instantly entered the crowd of jackals.

An invisible blade wind drove the splash of blood, and a large number of gnolls' stumps and arms scattered all over the ground.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

On the left and right sides of the Twilight Town army, the roars of coyotes and hyenas were mixed with the grinning grins of gnolls.

A large number of hyenas and hyenas rushed into the crowd using their petite bodies and defensive gaps, revealing their sharp fangs frantically tearing at everyone's flesh and blood.

The rangers and rogues who had long since released their arrows and lost crossbows drew their short swords and daggers around their waists and started the bloodiest hand-to-hand combat with these ferocious beasts.

The spear warriors still waved their spears tirelessly, ignoring the bite of the beasts, struggling to block the advance of every Warwolf knight, and resolutely not letting them cross the line of defense.

The Druid Deadwood Master, who was firmly protected by the three warriors, suddenly opened his eyes that seemed to have an unspeakable vicissitudes of life.

Immediately after raising the oak magic weapon in his hand, bursts of high-spirited spells quickly came out of his mouth.

- "Four Rings Magic: Ice Storm!"

A dark cloud suddenly appeared in the dazzling sky, shrouding the tragic battlefield on the left.

Intense magical hailstones glittering in the sun, fell from the sky and fell into the dense pack of warg knights and hyena coyotes.

Suddenly, a large number of mournful mourning sounded one after another.

The sorceress Vessara, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and entered deep meditation, slowly got up, took out an exquisite wolf-shaped sculpture from the dimension bag, and threw it gently into the air.

With the sound of Versara's obscure incantation, the wolf-shaped sculpture in mid-air suddenly stagnated and stayed in mid-air strangely, with scarlet blood emanating from the wolf's eyes of the sculpture.

——“Fourth Ring Spell: Fourth-level Monster Summoning Technique!”

The last syllable of Vershara's spell had just fallen, and a blood-red summoning circle light quickly appeared around the wolf-shaped sculpture.

Ow!

There was a loud and long howl that seemed to come from hell, exuding a creepy aura, and a dark red giant wolf with a length of more than 5 meters appeared in front of everyone.

The purgatory fierce wolf from **** exudes a terrifying aura, with a rebellious look, shaking the dense dark red hair and screaming at the neck.

Immediately afterwards, blood-red rays of light flashed in his pupils, and he looked at the wolf knight and hyena hyena group on the right.

The Purgatory Dire Wolf instantly burst out with endless thirst for blood and slaughter, revealing sharp fangs and claws, and slaughtering wildly.

"The great demon lord, the gnoll king is watching over his people, killing all these humans!" The gnoll leader standing at the back roared angrily, waving the heavy mace in his hand.

Then he raised his arms and knelt on the ground. Three **** wounds were added to his hideous face. The strange blood exuded a strong evil aura, spreading frantically to all the gnolls in the wilderness.

boom!

At this moment, an arrow shone with silver-white light and a reddish aura precisely hit the gnoll leader's chest, turning into a little bit of light and dissipating.

The powerful impact caused the gnoll leader to stumble back a few steps before he stabilized his body.

puff!

The gnoll leader spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his heavy mace, looked at the shadow with a composite longbow not far away, and roared, "Tear him to pieces!"

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The dozen or so elite gnoll warriors standing beside the gnoll leader roared one after another, their bloodshot eyes locked on the shadow in front of them, clenching their swords, and rushing up with a stench of strong wind.

Clang!

Thorne put away the composite longbow, drew two sharp blades, and went up to it.

- "Awesome momentum!"

When the gnoll warrior was about to approach him, Thorne suddenly burst out with a strong murderous aura, covering the shivering gnoll body.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Sword of Red Lotus!”

Immediately afterwards, Thorne's dark red sword erupted with surging flames, and then a cold light flashed through. The hot flames mixed with the sharp blades instantly dismembered the five gnolls who were closest to him.

With the help of the lush gnoll's mane, they turned into streaks of firemen and struggled on the ground.

- "Shadow Attack!"

A dark shadow passed by Thorne, appeared behind a gnoll warrior, and the sharp dagger pierced the back of the gnoll warrior with precision.

Immediately, under the painful expression of the gnoll, the tip of the sword swiped violently, and a large piece of hot blood splashed out.

Horat wearing a gray scarf appeared in front of Thorne, he smiled at Thorne, quickly sheathed the dagger in his hand, and pulled out the straight-edged sword behind him.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The remaining gnoll warriors roared in protest.

clang clang!

The sound of the collision of weapons sounded one after another.

A stream of blood spattered, and the mournful wailing of the gnolls rose and fell to each other.

Thorne wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, turned to Horat and said solemnly: "Go, go and kill that gnoll leader."

After speaking, a wooden sacred emblem slipped out from the sleeve of the left arm.

——“One Ring Divine Art: No Trace!”

The wooden sacred emblem carved with five-star paw prints burst out with a pale green light, shrouding the two, and then quickly disappeared.

——“Shadow Hand School (Enhanced Skill): Shadow Cloak!”

——“Second Word Spell: Invisibility!”

Immediately afterwards, the figures of the two disappeared from the pile of corpses of the gnoll warriors.

"The King of Gnolls is watching us. For the prosperity of the Gnoll clan, kill all these bastards!"

The gnoll leader standing at the back was still roaring angrily.

The deafening roar echoed in the ears of all the gnolls, making them seem to have forgotten all pain and fear, replaced by the endless desire for blood and killing.

- "Shadow Attack!"

A strange dark shadow emerged from behind the gnoll leader, and the sharp short sword flashed a deadly cold light, mercilessly sunk into the back of the gnoll leader.

clang!

The gnoll leader turned sharply, metal claws against the deadly dagger.

boom!

Afterwards, a sneer appeared on the **** face of the Gnoll leader, waving a heavy mace in his hand, and smashing the head of Horat with a ferocious wind.

clang!

Thorne's figure appeared quickly, and he clenched the Dark Cinder longsword in both hands and struggled to resist the heavy mace that the gnoll leader was about to hit Horat's head.

A cold sweat flashed across Horat's cheeks, followed by a low drink, and slammed his entire body into the gnoll leader's chest, and the short sword in his hand also took the opportunity to stab the gnoll leader's heart.

boom!

The gnoll leader's eyes moved, and he kicked the charging Horat.

Horat, who was hit by a huge force, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Thorne, who was struggling to withstand the attack of the gnoll leader, took the opportunity to stare.

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

The dark red long sword suddenly burst out with a scorching dazzling light, as if a thousand arrows pierced the eyes of the gnoll leader.

Roar!

The gnoll leader roared angrily, and a cold light flashed from the sharp claws of his left hand, slashing towards Thorne's chest.

puff!

Thorne hurriedly retracted his sword and stepped back, three **** wounds still being drawn on his chest.

He resisted the pain in his chest and swung his sword vigorously.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Enhanced Skill): The Flame of Chaos!”

A turbulent heat wave quickly swept the area around the gnoll leader, forming miniature sand whirls that ignited flames around him.

The gnoll leader, who was about to attack, shook his hideous face, dodging the flames, and looked at the strange situation on the ground in surprise.

The moment the madly spinning sand whirl disappeared, a group of human-shaped flames nearly two meters tall appeared in front of the gnoll leader.

The fuzzy face of the fire element flashed with two bright blue flame pupils, and I saw it dancing the two arms that flickered and appeared, making a vague roar, and the sound was like a group of explosive flames.

Under the control of Thorne's mind, he instantly hugged the gnoll leader who was caught off guard, and the flames around him raged and burned every inch of the gnoll leader's hair and mane.

"superior!"

Thorne ignored the burning pain in his chest, took a deep breath, turned into a black shadow and charged towards the gnoll leader.

Horat, who stood up, also took the opportunity to turn into a shadow from behind the gnoll leader again.

puff! puff!

The sound of two sharp knives piercing into the flesh sounded in the wailing of the gnoll leader, and the fluffy head rose into the sky under the eruption of blood in the chest cavity.

At the same time, at the moment when the gnoll leader died, the **** fury of all gnolls disappeared, and the gnoll war drum once again showed its great effect.

dong dong dong!

Under the heavy blow of Sarayan, the gnoll's war drum made a roaring sound, as if it came from the depths of the gnoll's soul.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Affected by the gnoll's war drums in the wilderness, the wailing and whimper of the gnolls are everywhere, and the unsettled ones crawl directly on the ground, like a livestock that is only to be slaughtered.

A stream of blood splattered, and a large number of gnolls fell down like reaping wheat.

The scales of victory swiftly tilted toward Twilight's army, and the horns of the counterattack echoed across the vast wilderness.