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When it comes to rangers, most people will first think of the Windrunner family, and then think of their accurate archery skills and flexible and elegant positioning.

Of course, there is also the unrepeatable beauty of the high elves.

Just as when mentioning dwarves, they will first think of their beards and alcoholic nature. Most people's impressions of rangers are relatively stereotyped label cognition.

Even the high elves themselves did not deny that those inherent impressions could not be miscalculated, and even captured the essence.

However, within any group there will be mavericks.

Rataz Flame Shadow is such an outlier among rangers.

Unlike most rangers who are known as mudlegs, Rataz Fireshadow comes from a famous family.

The Yanying family is a meritorious nobleman who participated in the troll war and made great contributions. It has been passed down to the young Rataz for the third generation.

Rataz's grandfather suffered a serious lung injury during the troll war, and died of lingering injuries not long after he returned to his hometown to be awarded a viscount.

Rataz's father was a magic swordsman who died in a local conflict with the Amani trolls hundreds of years ago.

Rataz Flame Shadow's arcane talent is not very good, and it was judged that it would be difficult for him to go too far on the way of a mage since he was a child.

As a descendant of honor, Rataz has two choices before him.

One is to become a magic swordsman like his father, and the other is to give up his noble background and choose a ranger, and start fighting again from the bottom.

Under normal circumstances, faced with such a choice between two, many people would choose the magic swordsman.

Although it is not as good as the noble mage master, it is much better than the ranger who is scorned as a mud-legged profession.

Not to mention that Rataz's father is a magic swordsman, and his son can gain a lot of valuable experience and avoid many detours by inheriting his father's career.

However, Lataz unexpectedly chose Ranger in the end. His relatives and friends, including his mother, expressed difficulty in understanding this.

The family knows their own affairs.

Perhaps because of his father's overly strict training since he was a child, Rataz disliked the way of fighting close to people, and even hated it instinctively.

Although the magic swordsman can also use some mid-range spells, he still has to rely on the enchanted long sword in his hand to fight the enemy in close quarters.

After entrusting the family business to his mother, Rataz resolutely went south and joined the ranger army commanded by Liresa Windrunner.

Over the past several hundred years, Rataz Yanying has fought against the Amani troll along with Liresa many times, and personally killed the enemy who killed his father, recovering the blood debt for the family.

Rataz's fighting style is very different from other rangers.

Regardless of the fact that rangers use various types of long and short bows for long-range combat most of the time, they should be able to draw out double knives to fight the enemy in close quarters when necessary.

Rataz didn't wear a short knife for close use at all. Instead, he prepared two long-range weapons for himself.

One is a short bow for mid-range use, and the other is his trump card, a super-standard longbow specially used for long-range sniping.

Rataz never engages in melee combat, in other words, he usually doesn't give the enemy a chance to stick in front of him.

While the other caravan guards stopped the demon's attack head-on, Rataz sneaked into the surrounding woods without making a sound.

After turning on the enhanced eagle eye, Rataz can clearly observe the movements on the battlefield through the dense leaves.

"collapse!"

The extremely loud vibration of the bowstring resounded from the forest, and the Doomsday Guard, who was holding up his saber and preparing to slay the enemy, felt a chill all over his body, subconsciously shifted the direction of the saber, and blocked the broad blade in front of him.

"clang!!"

The huge impact knocked the robust doomguard back three meters, and he flapped his wings desperately in mid-air to barely control his balance.

Before the Doomsday Guard, the team leader, could straighten out his posture, the second bang came again, and he hurriedly raised his knife to defend again.

This time, the powerful sniper arrows directly shot the Doom Guard from the sky where they had nowhere to rely.

The doomsday guard, who couldn't control his posture, flew back and hit a big tree heavily before stopping.

Due to the difference in terrain, the current position of the doomsday guard can no longer directly see the position of the arrow.

Just when he thought he was safe, the death-threatening roar sounded again.

The third arrow crossed a graceful parabola in the air, and once again aimed at the doom guard.

"I X!"

The Doomsday Guard, whose hands were weak, didn't dare to take it hard anymore, and rolled over on the spot to avoid it.

"boom!"

The arrows that smashed into the ground splashed a lot of mud, and the doomsday guard who had been barking their teeth and claws before was disgraced.

After the three arrows were over, Rataz shook his hand to relieve the burden on the muscles caused by the continuous bursts.

Finally, there were no arrows coming, and the Doomsday Guard, who was still in shock, turned his head to check the deadly arrows.

Taking a closer look, the Doomsday Guard's eyes widened.

This is not an arrow, it looks like a miniature version of a spear.

Such a huge movement, it is impossible for the devil not to notice it.

Rataz, who was relieving the soreness in his arms, suddenly tightened his muscles, subconsciously pedaled forward on the tree trunk, and jumped up to the big tree in front of him in two or three steps.

"Shua!"

Several dark green claw shadows flickered from behind where Rataz was originally, leaving several deep marks on the tree trunk.

"Shhhhh!"

The life-corrosion energy of the evil energy is rapidly eroding the big tree, spreading based on the scratches, and the bark of the big tree is rapidly changing color.

"Tsk! You're so vigilant."

The person who shot was a bald bat spirit with two demonic horns on his head, commonly known as the Dread Demon King, and his scientific name was Nathrezim.

As Sharlayan expected, there was indeed a dreadlord behind the turmoil in Stratholme.

Rataz, who jumped onto the tree, did not panic, but instead showed such an expression.

Withdrawing the super-doubled giant longbow, Lataz took out the short bow while turning back and pulling out an afterimage in his hand, and poured hundreds of arcane energy arrows at the dread demon king in just a few seconds.

This short-term fire suppression forced the Dread Demon King to take a defensive position.

Both sides know that this kind of suppression that wastes magic power cannot be maintained for a long time.

The dreadlord, who dodged left and right, was ready to fight back, and he would launch an attack as soon as the arrow rain was over.

Seeing the ferocious smile on the face of the Dread Demon King, Rataz also smiled meaningfully.

"Pretending to be smart, self-righteous, and throwing oneself into a trap."

"Goodbye, unknown dreadlord."

"What?"

Dreadlords are all masters of psychological tactics. When he saw the weird smile on Rataz's mouth, he subconsciously felt something was wrong.

However, it was too late to change tactics at this time.

"Well!"

Two sharp short knives pierced the Dreadlord's body from behind without a sound.

Without waiting for him to react, the attacker pulled the short knife to widen the wound, and cut off the dreadlord's wide bat wings by the roots.

"Ahhhh!!"

The wings were forcibly stripped off by the sharp blade, and the dreaded demon uttered a miserable roar, turning into countless little bats and fleeing on the spot.

"snort!"

The person who launched the sneak attack from behind moved quickly, and immediately drew his knife after cutting off the wings, and cut off the head of the fearful demon king who was unable to change in the future with an X-shaped knife.

When the body of the Dread Demon King collapsed weakly, there was no shadow of the attacker at all, as if no one had ever appeared.

"Hiss~"

Rataz, who stood on the special seat and watched the whole process of the battle, sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Little Valeera is getting more and more scary. Your speed of progress... makes Uncle feel like he has been fishing for hundreds of years."

Rataz has joined the ranger army for hundreds of years, and is very familiar with Valeera who lived in the southern part of Eversong Forest since she was a child. It can even be said that she has watched her grow up little by little.

Rataz's complaints did not receive any response. After the battle, Valeera quickly shifted her position, and soon found another Dreadlord lurking in the dark to attack.

Rataz was not surprised that there was no response.

I don't know when Valeera, who used to be gluttonous and playful, changed her style.

Gluttony is still gluttonous, but her action pattern has become more and more concise. I don't know if it is affected by the training of the backlight blade.

Shaking his head to put aside his messy thoughts, Rataz shifted his position on the tree one after another, found another sniper point, and once again took out a huge longbow, aiming at the enemy officer to snipe.

First and foremost was the terrified doomguard.

"This time, let me see who else can save you."

"collapse!"