Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 141
The bright sunshine sprinkled all over the body, as if shrouded in a layer of golden brilliance.

But Thorne still clearly felt the indistinct chill traveling through the air. The bone-piercing chill was pervasive, and it was pouring into his body through the gap in his collar.

Thorne subconsciously tightened the black cloak he was wearing, and immediately covered his messy black hair with the hood.

When he noticed that the sun was no longer so dazzling, his eyes with light green light glanced at the clear and visible traces on the ground, then his eyes drooped slightly, and he looked up at the bright sky.

A few black spots moving under the sky caught his attention immediately.

They were ferocious vultures. They slowly swooped down in a circle, and suddenly seemed to see something terrible, and let out a hoarse mourning cry.

Immediately afterwards, it quickly flapped its wings and scattered towards the sky, gradually disappearing into the sky.

Thorne stared at the direction where the vulture disappeared and fell into thought. He was trying to recall the familiar terrain around him.

The density of the jungle, the length and breadth of the wilderness trails, the scoop-like shape of the weedy sheltered valleys all came to his mind.

Thorne stared silently at the flat path in the distance for a moment, and then slowly said: "We may have to take a detour."

"Why detour?" Ashmo led the half-breed winter wolf over, first looked up at the blue sky, and then locked his eyes on the faint traces on the ground:

"Obviously, this main road is where ogres and gnolls passed by. My little black also smelled the stench left by them. As long as we keep walking along these footprints, we will definitely find them."

"It doesn't make any sense anymore." Thorne shook his head slightly, and continued, "Because I already know their exact location."

"How did you know for sure?" Ashmo looked around carefully again, but he couldn't see any clues, so he asked a little puzzled.

"It was the ferocious vulture that showed me the direction." Thorne said truthfully, pointing to the sky.

"Perhaps the corpses of other dead animals attracted them here?" Ashmore said stubbornly.

"Do you understand the characteristics of the ferocious vulture?" Thorne asked instead of answering his question.

"The ferocious vulture is a medium-sized scavenger with a body length of 1.5 meters and a wingspan of 3.5 meters. It is immune to toxin damage, has the ability to track blood, and has the ability to prey on pigs and sheep.

These birds are not very aggressive, and prefer to get something for nothing. They often snatch the prey of other humanoid creatures in groups of three or four, including lone wolf man. "

Ashmo replied without thinking, proficiency is like reciting a very simple text.

"Then what is the reason why the ferocious vulture suddenly turned away in a panic when it found its prey swooping down, and disappeared into the sky." Thorn asked again.

"If the ferocious vulture just encountered trouble that it couldn't handle, it wouldn't show such panic. Instead, it would follow along all the way, trying to find an opportunity to compete for prey, unless it encountered a threat that was fatal enough."

Ashmo pondered for a moment, showing a dazed expression.

"It seems that you are very proficient in mastering the professional knowledge of rangers. Let's go, I know a shortcut that can go directly behind those gnolls, which can save us a lot of unnecessary trouble." Thorne then gestured to the two People keep up with his pace.

"Hey, I heard that powerful rangers even have the ability to track across planes. Is it true? If it is true, then what clues do they follow?"

Ashmo quickened his pace and rushed to Thorne to express his inner doubts.

"You're thinking far ahead. There must be the ability to track across planes. It should be necessary to master the tracking field first." Thorne thought for a while, but was not very sure.

Ashmo made a soft sound, slowed down and landed in the last row, keeping an eye on his back and sides, and moved forward silently.

Passing through the birch forest, everyone came to a barren forest glade. The air here was filled with the smell of dead branches and rotting leaves. The roots and branches of plants were all over it, like the tentacles of purgatory squid protruding from the deep sea.

"Through this grove, there is a small valley below, where the wolf man and the ogre are." Thorn stopped and pointed to the front, saying with certainty.

"Indeed, my little black has already smelled the smell of blood coming from the front." Ashmore continued.

"Why is there a smell of blood? Are they planning to have a dinner in the valley?" Andelina asked Thorne a little puzzled.

"When the gnolls came into contact with the ogres, the first thing these humanoid creatures of the chaotic evil camp did was to take the lead and show their strength to match that of their allies.

Otherwise, it will be a black eat black situation, and the loser will become the slave of the winner. In the Emerald Field, all the disadvantaged groups do not deserve to have the same status as the powerful tribes. "

Thorne noticed the puzzled eyes of the sorceress beside him, and explained to her.

Afterwards, the three of them approached the grove cautiously.

When the three of them were about to pass through the woods, Thorne immediately stopped the two of them in a soft voice, and quickly grabbed Anderina who was beside him and hid in the dense bushes nearby.

Seeing this, Ashmo also hid in the nearby bushes with the half-breed winter wolf, looking cautiously at the shadow ahead.

Thorne gently pushed aside the bushes, and within a distance of about 20 meters in front of him, there were two figures of jackals moving back and forth.

The two jackals pointed their fingers down the valley from time to time, as if they were arguing about something. Thorne's ranger enemies had humanoid creatures (gnolls), so they had a better understanding of the characteristics of jackals.

From their irritable facial expressions and the shape of their mouths, we know that they should be complaining about standing guard for a long time. Obviously, they don't want to be on guard, and they all think it's uncomfortable to stand like this.

Two jackals. The skin of these jackals is black and green, the color near the snout is darker, and there is a little gray red in the yellow hair. This is the appearance of the jackals native to the Emerald Field.

There is an obvious difference from the Gnolls from the Great Swordscar Mountains, because most of the Gnolls there are transformed from hyenas, and their manes are dotted with many dark black spots.

Obviously, these natives must be stronger and more cunning than those transformed by hyenas.

Among the two jackals, the one on the left is holding a pure metal mace. The rough beating marks indicate that the weapon was built by a half-assed blacksmith, probably a kobold.

But this is enough, at least it can easily smash the skulls of other humanoid creatures and taste the deliciousness inside.

The other one is holding a curved blade, the sharp blade dazzles the eyes through the light from the gap in the woods.

This is a scimitar held in both hands. The moment he saw the scimitar, the shadow of the past and the scar of a centipede on his abdomen immediately appeared in Thorne's mind.

Even though it has been so long, after seeing this weapon again, there was still an inexplicable feeling of palpitation in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it, replaced by icy eyes.

When looking at the Jackal ahead, it was like looking at a dead man.

""Invisibility" will? Thorne thought about it, and asked the sorceress beside him.

"No." Anderina shook her head.

"What about the "sleep technique"? " Thorne asked again.

"... Most of the spells I awakened were evocation spells, not conjuration and illusion." Anderina said helplessly. A warlock's spells depend on their faces. What can she do?

"Then you stay where you are and don't move. I'll kill these two jackals." Thorn whispered to Andelina and Ashmore.

"I'll go too, each of us will be alone." Ashmore showed an eager expression.

"These two jackals are obviously vigilant, and they must be killed silently, or we will be exposed when he screams before he dies." Thorne said to him: "You can do it ?"

"Forget it." Ashmo said in frustration.

It was daytime now, the noon sun was dazzling, and there was an open space around the two vigilant wolf men. He didn't think he could approach each other silently without the cover of bushes and grass.

——"Shadow Hand Pie (Enhanced Skill): Shadow Cloak!"

Thorne's thoughts moved, and his whole body was quickly enveloped by a large cloud of shadow energy, and then disappeared in front of the two of them.

The two vigilant wolf men were still complaining and muttering, walking back and forth nearby, looking at the confrontation below the valley from time to time.

When the gnoll holding the machete saw his companion whose head was smashed by the ogre, his irritable face suddenly showed a look of gratitude, and the complaints in his mouth disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the gnoll who kept quiet suddenly wrinkled his nose in confusion, because he sensed a dangerous aura.

Suddenly a cold light flashed, and the sharp blade instantly tore his throat. The jackal, who was no longer in doubt, covered the wound with both hands, and fell down silently.

"Woooo..."

The other jackal sensed the abnormality, and as soon as he turned around, his big coyote-shaped mouth was tightly pinched by a strong palm, and his ferocious fangs became useless, and he could only struggle. Let out a few whimpers.

When the jackal realized that he was going to raise the mace in his hand to crush the opponent's head, a cold light flashed again. Under the bright sunlight, it was dazzling, and at the same time, the palm covering his mouth was loosened. open.

The released Gnoll wanted to scream, but at this moment, the sharp blade had already cut a shocking wound on his throat.

He could only cover the fatal wound with his hands, stop the surging blood, and enjoy the last time.

Seeing that the two gnolls had been successfully dealt with by him, Thorne waved his hand towards the bushes, and the figures of Andelina and Ashmore rushed over immediately.

Looking down from the heights, the figures of the wolf man leader and the ogre wizard at the bottom of the valley have appeared in front of the three of them.

(End of this chapter)