Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 113 Repelling the Lizardmen

In the deep night, large swathes of dark clouds cover the cold moonlight, and the swaying tree shadows dance wildly like ghosts.

From time to time in the depths of the jungle, the strange screams of night owls could be heard, which was extremely piercing and creepy in the dark night.

On the other side of the battlefield, Lizardman warriors continued to come out from the depths of the forest, attacking the defensive formation of the caravan guards without fear of death.

The scarlet smell of blood permeated the icy air, wailing and sword shadows bloomed in the cold wind, and the remnants piled up all around were horrifying, and the heavy breath made people almost suffocate.

The guard leader Ekmon's pure black eyes narrowed slightly, and two bean-sized beads of sweat ran across his dark red face, followed by terrifying blue veins.

I saw his deep voice kept whispering the name of a certain hell lord.

——"Four-ring spell: Blazing Scorpions!"

Ekmon held up the dark red magic ball in his palm with difficulty. Guided by the obscure spell, the scorching dark red breath exuded a pungent sulfur smell, and turned into a strange sharp blade to cut towards the blood-soaked ground.

"boom!"

The moment the dark red air wave hit the ground, a long and narrow crack opened strangely on the ground. The dark passage was like a bottomless abyss, and countless swarms of fiery scorpions crawled out of the crack.

Fist-sized flame poisonous scorpions exuded scorching flames, forming a huge wave of flames, raising their scorpion tails and claws one after another, frantically rushing towards the crowd of lizards.

The mournful wailing of the lizardmen warriors continued to echo under the impact of the scorching sea of ​​fire, and the legs of a large number of lizardmen warriors were left with shocking burns and neurotoxins.

Although these injuries were not fatal, they seriously hindered the lizardmen's mobility. More than half of the lizardmen warriors sat on the ground holding their leg wounds and struggling painfully.

The moment the swarm of blazing scorpions disappeared, the caravan guards formed a human wall, and raised their cold-light sharp blades to meet them. Streams of blood splattered, and the lizardman's attack was repelled again.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

Just after the massacre ended, a large number of Lizardman warriors emerged from the depths of the jungle again.

In the night, they showed terrifying faces, their scarlet eyes gleamed, and under the stimulation of thick blood, they rushed up bravely without fear of death.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Dozens of sharp javelins were thrown from the hands of the lizardmen warriors, and shot into the caravan guards with a howling sound of piercing through the air.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of clanging mixed with the sound of sharp knives piercing into flesh was endless, and the lizardman took the opportunity to launch another fierce attack.

The leader of the guard, Ekmon, looked at the lizardman warriors who rushed again and the caravan guards who had lost their staff, frowned deeply, gritted his teeth and chanted a hasty spell again.

"puff!"

The hasty incantation was about to be heard, and Ekmon suddenly suffered the backlash of the spell, spewing out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

A sluggish look appeared on his dark red face, and he slumped directly on the ground, falling into a state of extreme weakness.

Obviously, as a wizard, Ekmon's spells have almost been exhausted. The result of forcibly casting spells is to suffer backlash, ranging from serious injuries to serious injuries, or even to a decline in his own strength.

Ekmon looked at the steady stream of lizardman warriors and the night lord's large carriage behind him in despair, and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, a dark cloud of shadow energy emerged from the melee crowd, from which Thorn's figure appeared strangely.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Red Lotus Sword!"

Looking at the endless lizardman warriors, Thorn thought, and the dark red long sword in his hand trembled, and suddenly ignited a raging fire.

A wave of heat directly dispelled the surrounding chill, and all the tiefling's crooked horns, terrifying faces, and thick, wagging tails turned red.

"Everyone step back!"

Thorne stood where he was and shouted loudly.

Hearing the words, the guards around looked at the black shadow surrounded by pale orange flames holding the long sword, and they all pulled back without hesitation with their tired bodies.

"Fizz!"

The lizardmen warriors not far away screamed one after another, raised their javelins that were shining with cold light, locked on Thorn's body with scarlet eyes, and shot them fiercely.

"Bang bang bang!"

The moment the whistling javelin hit Thorne, it was blocked by an invisible protective force field, splashing ripples like ripples.

Feeling the gradual weakening of the protective force field imposed on him by the sorceress, Thorne took a deep breath of hot air, then jumped up violently, turning into a fire shadow and jumping into the crowd of lizards.

——"Scary momentum!"

A strong murderous aura mixed with the smell of blood quickly spread around Thorne. The lizardman warrior with a terrifying face felt the strong killing intent and shivered in fright. His scarlet eyes looked at Thorne with a deep expression. deep fear.

"Pfft!"

Thorne took the opportunity to swing the hot dark ember long sword, and the sharp sword was drawn by the blazing fire in a deadly arc, causing scorching fire waves and sandstorms, and the lizardmen warriors surrounding Thorne screamed. I fell down.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame of the Young Dragon!"

Thorne looked at another group of lizards approaching, his long sword once again condensed into a ball of flames, the terrifying flame energy condensed into a small point, reflecting the twisted dark red air.

Swinging the long sword and sweeping out, the scorching cone-shaped flame roared like the flames of a red dragon, enveloping the crowd of lizards.

Under the high temperature, the dark green horny scales of the lizardmen were directly ignited by the flames, and the lizardmen's bodies were scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, lying on the ground and howling.

Most of these lizardmen fighters are around level 2. If converted into statistics, their HP is at most 20 points.

Therefore, Thorne's desert wind martial arts, with the blessing of the specialty "Desert Fire", can achieve instant kills in burst damage.

Then Thorne watched the lizardman warriors coming not far away, took out the heads of three lizardman shamans from the dimension bag in a calm manner, and threw them gently into the lizard crowd.

"boom!"

The heads of the three lizardman shamans drew a graceful arc in the night, and landed precisely in front of the lizardman warrior.

Under the dark cloudy night sky, rivers of blood flowed all over the ground, corpses everywhere, stumped limbs and broken arms, and the heads of the three lizardman shamans with unwilling pupils.

"Roar……"

The lizardman warrior let out a low growl, and the struggling color in his scarlet pupils flashed away, and then there was a mess of strange screams from the lizard crowd, and then they all turned around and fled crazily.

"Want to run? It's not that easy." Thorne snorted coldly as he watched the lizardman soldiers whose morale collapsed and fled in all directions. A wooden holy emblem engraved with five-star paw prints slipped from the sleeve of his left arm.

——"One ring of magic: [Strength] Entanglement!"

Thorn whispered softly, and the wooden holy emblem in his hand suddenly emitted a light green light. Under his guidance, the soft natural breath caused the weeds within 15 meters in front of him to instantly explode.

It turned into countless thorny vine-like plants and entwined wildly along the lizardmen's footsteps, trapping many lizardmen in place at once, and some of the weak ones were directly trapped by the vines, and their arms holding weapons could not move at all.

"call!"

A dark red fireball the size of a washbasin followed closely behind.

"Boom!"

The blazing fire burst, the high-temperature flames raged, and the violent impact accompanied by loud noises made the earth tremble, and the stumped limbs and broken arms mixed with fresh soil splashed everywhere.

"boom!"

The aftermath of the powerful flame turned into a wave of air and hit Thorne who was standing still watching the show, and the powerful impact directly lifted Thorne's body into the air.

　Thanks to the boss: White Hunterの月 for the reward, thank you for your support! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)