Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 178 Orc Sword Saint
The Forest of Tranquility, a scene of felling logs.

The well-equipped chief hobgoblin paced back and forth holding a whip, and the ferocious warg wandered around the periphery, with dark green pupils watching from time to time the figures of various slaves such as gnolls, lizardmen, ogres, etc. .

Driven by the hobgoblin coachman, several huge ferocious oxen hauled a cart of logs, and with the assistance of many bear goblins, they drove towards the camp deep in the forest, leaving the ground covered with dead branches and leaves. Leaves a deep axle mark.

In the outline-shaped camp, various conspicuous fortifications can be vaguely seen, such as trenches being dug, surrounding fences, thick gates, tall sentry towers, pits everywhere, and even simple trebuchets and Ballista.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

Accompanied by bursts of clicking sounds, tall and vigorous ancient trees were chopped down by strong ogre slaves, and a group of little goblins with knives and axes quickly gathered around the fallen trees, cleaning them up. Extra branches.

In just a moment, the big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves was cleared into bare wooden stakes, and under the chirping voice of the goblins, several burly bears and goblins worked together to lift them to the crude cart.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a whip hitting the flesh and blood resounded.

"Stupid ogre! Don't be lazy!"

A hobgoblin officer let out a smirk, and raised his whip to leave a bloody scar on the back of a shirtless ogre who was trying to be lazy. The ax worked hard to chop the log.

The log felling site in front of me is just a small tribe of Hruk hobgoblins in the entire quiet forest.

Hobgoblins like to take resource-rich lands as their own. They can be found all over forests and mountains, entrenched in ambushes near civilized settlements, and appear wherever wood, metal, and slave resources can be found.

They also like to build fortresses at strategic points on the front line, and then use them as strongholds to continuously expand their territory.

"Quack~quack"

At this time, a black crow flapped its wings and flew in front of a hobgoblin leader. The hobgoblin leader stretched out his palm, and the petite black crow fell into the hobgoblin leader's palm obediently.

"Traces of orcs have been found on the outskirts of the Forest of Tranquility." The hobgoblin leader's light yellow eyes flashed a little surprise, then he looked towards the outskirts of the forest, and said to himself: "Hruk hobgoblin needs more strong slaves to come. Build a more stable camp, and if all these orcs are captured, the leader will definitely raise my rank."

"Buzz!"

The high-spirited assembly horn sounded, and all the working slaves and goblins in this lumberyard looked towards the direction of the horn sound source.

"Get ready to fight! Stupid goblins and bear goblins, all take up arms for me!" The hobgoblin leader let out a dull growl.

Immediately, the strong goblin bears gathered together, and the chirping goblins also gathered together under the driving of the hobgoblins.

Bear goblins are the strongest and largest goblins among goblin-like creatures. They are huge and mighty, standing more than 2.2 meters tall. Their skin is mainly light yellow, covered with thick yellow-brown hair.

Their eyes are similar to those of wild beasts, with a red pupil in the green and white eyeballs, giving them the ability to see in the dark.

There are also a pair of big shovel-shaped ears, a mouth full of sharp teeth, a nose similar to a bear, and a sense of smell as sensitive as a bear. It is these bear-like features that make them called: bear goblins.

But in fact, they have nothing to do with bear animals. Although the tough fur and sharp claws of bears are similar to bears, bears are much more agile than bears. These seemingly clumsy but agile big men are Born to be a loafer.

At this time, under the command of the hobgoblin, the several rows of goblin bears in front of them put on black animal leather armor with blood-red stripes, and each of them was also given a fine heavy-duty mace.

Those chattering little goblins were covered in crude leftover leather armor, and the weapons in their hands were mainly bows and javelins.

"Huruk hobgoblins gather!"

The leader of the hobgoblins roared. Amidst his roar, hobgoblins wearing full-body metal armor came out from the depths of the forest, gathered together, and lined up in a neat line. All the pale yellow eyes burst out. The desire to fight.

The hobgoblins have never been afraid of fighting, and they are not afraid of death. They worship the goblin-like god, the mighty Magrubie, and they firmly believe that after they die on the battlefield, their own spirits will carry honor. The military ranks join Magrubier's army on the plane of Shura, so they are eager for every battle full of bloodshed.

"Haruk hobgoblin warriors, under the witness of Magrubie, quickly pick up the weapons in your hands, drive your slaves, and launch a new round of attacks outside the forest of tranquility." Hobgoblin leader Looking at the assembled crowd, he roared loudly.

The hobgoblins in a neat line of battle are all wearing exquisite full-body armor, and the surface of the armor is smeared with messy blood-red marks, which are exactly the same as the weird oil paint patterns on their faces.

Each burly hobgoblin holds a refined long sword and a shield inlaid with iron leather in both hands. From the cold light flickering on the sharp blade, it can be judged that these hobgoblins have mastered skilled smelting techniques.

The high-spirited battle horn sounded again, and the hobgoblins drove all kinds of evil humanoid slaves, bear goblins and goblins to form a team of nearly 500 people and walked to the outskirts of the forest.

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The periphery of the Forest of Tranquility.

A group of orc players with rough clothes and rough equipment led dozens of restless wolves into the sight of Thorne fighting the hobgoblin scouts.

"Kutaige, you said that those who fought the hobgoblin were from Fallstown?" the orc leader looked at the battle not far away, and said to the orc swordsman who was dressed in linen beside him.

"That's right." The orc sword master Kutaig glanced at the battle not far away with his sharp eyes, tightened the rough long sword in his hand, took a step forward, and nodded.

"The destination of our trip is Fallshang Town. If that's the case, let's go and help them." The orc leader Sann glanced at the team behind him first, then comforted the irritable wolf, and sighed slightly. road.

Leading more than 200 orc players to live a desperate life for more than ten days, and now they are about to arrive at the destination of their trip. Although they are a little excited, the uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger as they get closer to Pushang Town.

After all, it was only an unknown half-elf ranger who guided them here. According to the ranger, Waterfall Town is a settlement mainly composed of players, and they will definitely accept them.

Will things really be smooth sailing?

The leader of the orc players had no idea, but he had to do it. From the breakout of Winter City to the present, the difficulties and obstacles he has experienced all the way made him understand that if he wanted to survive in this strange place, he had to do so. Can rely on civilization settlements.

So he could only take the lives of all the orc players, and put his only hope on the map that the half-elf ranger gave him. It was this detailed map that allowed them to avoid many dangers and arrive here .

"I'm so happy!" Just as the orc sword master Kutaig finished his short words, endless fighting intent suddenly burst out from his sharp eyes, and the rough long sword in his hand was also enveloped by an almost invisible energy.

Immediately afterwards, the vigorous figure of the orc sword master burst out at an incredible speed and disappeared in front of Sarn.

——"Lifting Qi and Slashing!"

A seemingly unpretentious sword light galloped past, and the hobgoblin scout who was fighting with the ranger Ashmore was cut off in an instant, and the mournful howl echoed in the wilderness.

The orc sword master glanced lightly at the hobgoblin scout whose upper body was constantly struggling on the ground, and his sharp eyes looked at the direction where Cursed Swordsman Yas was fighting again.

(End of this chapter)