Half-elf Ranger

The sky was densely covered with haze, the vast wilderness was covered with blood, and the corpses were scattered everywhere.

The air after the melee was filled with a sickening smell of blood.

Groups of carrion-eating birds hovered in the air, sending out bursts of terrifying screams, sometimes swooping down, their huge wings flying close to the ground, and suddenly there were bursts of fishy wind, and sometimes they flew up in fright, accompanied by screams that gradually disappeared, In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the depths of the sky.

The battle between the Twilight Town army and the gnoll tribe is finally over.

With the death of the gnoll leader, the gnolls were completely defeated.

Many gnoll warriors fled in embarrassment. Since there was no means of transportation, no one chose to pursue them.

Moreover, even if these gnolls who have lost the protection of the tribe escape, they will not be able to make a good climate at all.

Because many intelligent races in the wasteland who were oppressed by them hated them so much that wherever there was oppression, there was resistance. This is an eternal law.

If the number of goblin kobolds is a crushing advantage, these little guys will bravely besiege every wandering gnoll.

After all, even the unpalatable meat is much more delicious than the hard-to-eat weed bark.

An adult gnoll corpse is enough to keep a dozen goblins from worrying about food for three or four days. This kind of adventure is worth trying.

With the end of the war, many exhausted soldiers threw away their weapons, as if paralyzed, and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Some people even lay on the blood-soaked grass with their backs up and down, staring at the cloudy sky with resolute eyes, feeling the joy of victory.

Inexplicable emotions flooded into their hearts, and they all turned into face-changing masters one by one, with slightly stiff faces, sometimes in a daze, sometimes smirking, sometimes confused, sometimes firm...

The "Song of Tenacity" played and sung by the War Singer has long since ended. The moment when this song of raging waves, which can make people forget all the pain for a while, is ushered in the mourning of the wounded.

There is no priest profession in the player force, even the Druid who is proficient in healing magic has already poured out all the magic in the battle just now.

Many players who are proficient in medical dressing carry medical kits and shuttle through the crowd to treat each wounded.

For those fatal injuries that cannot be dealt with, these players who have survived through many **** battles also know very well how to deal with them.

Some of the warriors who were still in good condition, under Sarayan's order, drew their weapons and cut off the heads of gnolls, abyss gnolls, ogres, and hill giants one by one.

This is their most important trophy, because this is not only the first initiative of Twilight Town, but also the first initiative of all player forces in the entire Emerald Field to attack the enemy of invasion.

And they won. Today's battle will soon make all the wilderness forces understand that these players who rely on the city wall all day long will also take the initiative to fight back, and they are also bloody.

They are no longer rookies who vomited after smelling their body odor a year ago, but a group of experienced professionals.

After a year of struggling to survive, they finally showed their dignity through this battle.

These gnoll heads will be sent back to Twilight Town, and after a simple embalming process, they will be piled up in front of the city walls or hung in various conspicuous places outside the town.

On the one hand, they show their achievements, and on the other hand, they deter the enemies around them.

If there are any intelligent races without long eyes who want to invade Twilight Town, then they must first weigh to see if they can resist these gnolls who come to the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

Not surprisingly, Twilight Town may be able to spend the most stable winter, and when the snow melts, they will be greeted by a new chapter.

After a short rest, the soldiers began to clean the battlefield.

The casualties of the army in Twilight Town reached nearly 200 people, especially the soldiers who resisted the front line, almost everyone had wounds of various sizes.

War is cruel and must pay a price, everyone knows very well.

Few of these foreign visitors were accompanied by relatives and friends, and some were just comrades-in-arms fighting side by side.

They watch and help each other, feel the warmth brought by the collective, and pursue the illusory hope.

In the face of these dead comrades, the surviving players endured their grief, helped them gather the corpses, and carefully spliced ​​those missing arms and legs.

Then transport it back in its entirety, and give these heroic warriors a decent funeral, and let them lie quietly in the cemetery that has been expanded many times in Twilight Town.

They can't do the fallen leaves and return to their roots, but at least let them go to the ground with what they have left.

In addition to collecting the corpses of comrades, cleaning the battlefield also requires harvesting the spoils.

In addition to the wealth in the gnoll camp, the weapons in the hands of the gnoll and the furs of various beasts are things that Twilight Town lacks.

Although the weapons of the gnoll are mostly heavy weapons such as mace, mace, bone crusher, etc.

But as long as these useless iron weapons are brought back and recast by the mountain dwarves, they will once again become deadly weapons that are enough to threaten all humanoids in the wilderness.

After all, mineral resources are the most in short supply in all players' territories. Although the entire Emerald Wilderness contains abundant natural resources, there is no strength to mine, and everything is redundant.

The battle of swords, lights, swords and shadows had long since ended, and the dazzling sunlight was also obscured by the haze of gunpowder and low-hanging gray clouds.

The howling wind blew across the wilderness, drifting away together with the smell of blood.

Thorne sat alone on a rock not far from the gnoll camp, with his long sword standing in a position where he could easily touch it, and with a medical kit beside him, he was concentrating on dealing with the three scratches left by the gnoll leader.

Tick!

Bean-sized beads of sweat slowly fell from Thorne's forehead, soaked into the blood on the ground, making a faint sound and disappearing.

With bursts of suppressed groans, Thorne finally cleaned up the wound on his chest, then applied the ointment and wrapped it with a bandage.

Then Thorne took off the water bag hanging around his waist, took out a piece of black dry food, and slowly drank the cold water, slowly recovering his excessive physical strength.

These dry rations are special products of Winter City, which are different from those made of coarse grains mixed with unknown substances.

This is a mixture of various nutrients and refined grains made by an alchemist. Except for the weird taste and hard to swallow, everything else is good.

Of course, what Thorne likes most is that the dry food has a strong shelf life and does not take up space. In addition to supplementing the necessary nutrients for the human body, it is very convenient to eat, and people do not need to spend time on finding food and eating.

With a few mouthfuls of water and dry food, Thorne's physical strength is gradually recovering.

Although there is no limit to the number of moves of the Nine Swords style, and it can be used almost at will, it consumes his physical strength and Qi energy.

Before, some first-level moves might not consume a lot, and Thorne felt it was not very obvious.

Since activating the second- and third-level sword moves, he can clearly perceive the rapid consumption of physical strength and qi energy after each use.

"It seems that after returning to this "Qi Refining Technique", we must do more research to see if there is any way to improve it quickly. Otherwise, it will be too difficult to rely solely on your own cultivation speed."

Thorne ate the hard food and thought to himself.

Then Thorne got up and glanced at the gnoll camp, and then looked at the busy player group, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, raised his long sword and walked in the direction of Twilight Town.

No matter what glory war can bring, it will definitely leave pain in the end.

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[Battle of the Wilderness Trailblazers: Toril Era, Twilight Calendar, Years of Struggling to Survive, Moon of Rotting Leaves, 15th, Corina Peninsula, Emerald Fields, Moonlight Jungle. 】

Twilight has launched a war to drive out the gnolls, and you help Twilight's army successfully defeat a large gnoll tribe from the Great Swordscar Mountains.

And personally killed fifteen hill giants and gnoll leaders on the battlefield.

This deed will gradually spread in the Emerald Wilderness, and over time, the entire civilized settlements on the Emerald Wilderness will know of your significant contribution to this battle.