Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 180 People of Bugle Town

The blue sky was cloudless, and the orange-yellow sun was pouring on the frantically swaying shrubs and overgrown weeds, reflecting slightly dignified faces.

Ranger Ashmo was sitting on the withered grass, his animal companion, the half-breed winter wolf, was crawling beside him, constantly sticking out his cold tongue to lick the wound left by the warg on his foreleg.

Ashmo inserted the two swords into the ground, took out the black medical leather bag from his arms, carefully applied the green ointment in the medical bag to the half-blood winter wolf's wound, and wrapped it up gently with a bandage. Sobbing, stroking its dirty hair.

Cursed Swordsman Yas glanced disdainfully at several hobgoblin corpses on the ground that had been killed by flames and lightning, and then spat at the hobgoblin corpses.

Then he took out a bottle of unknown green potion from his pocket, unscrewed the cork and drank it in one gulp, then sat cross-legged on the ground, gently stroking the long rune sword in his hand, accompanied by bursts of magical aura , the magic runes on the long sword were faintly visible under the sunlight.

The slightly undulating chest of the orc sword master subconsciously took the steel long sword handed over by Thorne, watched Thorn walk towards the back of the orc leader Sarn, touched his chest with his left hand and bowed slightly to express his gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, he sat cross-legged on the ground, inserted the fine steel long sword in front of his body, and breathed out an almost invisible breath from his mouth, and his heaving chest gradually returned to calm.

"We meet again, leader Sarn." Thorne walked up to the orc leader, glanced at the ragged orc players behind him, and greeted him with his right hand.

After finishing speaking, he glanced carefully out of the corner of his eye, and found that there were about 220 orc players in this group, almost all of whom were dressed in torn coarse linen clothes, holding rough weapons and sharpened wooden sticks, like a group of orcs traveling thousands of miles refugees.

The only difference from the refugees is that apart from the confusion in their blood-red pupils, their other physical conditions are not bad. Even the cold air of the Emerald Field could not blow down their burly bodies, only five or six orcs There are obvious injuries, as if injured by the claws of some kind of beast.

"It's great to see you here again." Seeing the familiar appearance of the person coming, the leader of Sarn couldn't help but feel a little excited, and immediately stretched out his broad palm to shake Thorne, and sighed involuntarily.

"Okay, now is not the time for us to reminisce about the past." Thorn withdrew his right hand, interrupted what Sarn was about to say, and said in a dignified voice:
"What we just killed was just the scout team of the hobgoblin tribe. They have informed the situation here before the battle. The hobgoblin reinforcements from the forest of tranquility may arrive at any time, so you must bring your tribe People evacuated to Upper Falls as soon as possible."

"You mean to say that there are still a large number of hobgoblins hidden in this forest?" Sarn was startled when he heard this, and asked subconsciously, pointing to the dense jungle not far away.

Regarding the characteristics of the hobgoblin group, these orc players who were born in the northern wilderness are also very clear. If they are really captured by the hobgoblins, they will be greeted with a life of slavery to death. This is a situation that no one wants to see again arrived.

"That's right." Thorn nodded, then looked around with both eyes, pondered for a moment, turned to look at Ashmo who was sitting on the ground to appease his animal companion, and said, "Ashmo, come here."

Ashmo noticed Thorn's dignified expression, he didn't dare to neglect, and immediately got up and walked over, looking at Thorn with doubts in his pale golden eyes.

"This place is only about ten kilometers away from Pushang Town. It is obviously too late to call for reinforcements. You are familiar with the surrounding terrain. I will give you a task to take this group of orc players to the fastest shortcut and bring them safely to Fallstown."

After Thorne gave his orders, he turned to look at Sarn and asked, "Leader Sarn, among your group of players, how many of you are really capable of fighting?"

After listening to Thorne's instructions to Ashmore, the orc leader Sarne immediately guessed Thorne's intentions, so he said truthfully: "The main attribute of the orc race is mainly strength, and all players who can survive until now are all He is a combat professional."

After Sarn finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and continued: "However, you should be very clear about the characteristics of orcs, so their occupations are almost always warriors and barbarians. Besides, the others are all low-level, so they are useless at all."

"Let the large army go first, and leave a few people behind to guide the hobgoblin reinforcements to other places?" Ashmo interjected, having understood the situation in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

"The camp of the hobgoblin race is lawful and evil. Under the militarized management system, they have excellent judgment and the ability to be cautious. Whenever they launch an attack, they will first conduct a thorough reconnaissance of the attack target and judge Find out our strengths and weaknesses, and then carry out targeted and fatal blows."

After Thorn analyzed it with everyone, he immediately pointed to a few black crows hidden in the bushes at the edge of the forest and said, "Did you see that, those crows have already locked our tracks, and we can't escape them with our walking ability alone?" A hunt by the wolfish mounts tamed by the hobgoblins."

"So you mean that a group of people must be left behind to buy time for the rest to escape, right?" The leader of Sarn glanced at the crowd behind him and said in a deep voice.

"There's no way around this. We're running out of time. Hobgoblin reinforcements will arrive soon. You'd better make a decision as soon as possible, or none of them will escape." Thorn nodded and glanced at The wildly swaying bushes and the faint roar of wild animals spoke calmly.

If this group of orc players wanted to escape the hobgoblin's hunt, it would be the wisest choice to leave half of them behind. This would at least save the other half. Regarding the difficult situation in front of him, even Thorne himself couldn't think of anything better. good way.

"Sacrifice half of the people, and half of the people survive." The leader of Sarn clenched his fists and muttered to himself, and finally said slowly: "Sorry, Mr. Thorne, I am not a decisive person. It’s really impossible, so please take them with you, I’ll stay here alone to buy time for you.”

"Why are you bothering?" Thorne sighed slightly when he heard this, and immediately ordered Ashmore: "Lead these orc players to Falls Town as soon as possible, and I will stay here with this Sarn leader to fight for you. escape time."

Since the orc leader was not willing to sacrifice a group of people, the most effective way now was to see how long the two of them could hold off the hobgoblin's reinforcements.

This is their own choice. They would rather take the risk of sacrificing everyone than let half of the people stay behind. For this kind of tricky persuasion, Thorne can only stop. Whether they are willing or not is their own business. .

The only thing he can do is to use his strength to hold back the goblin reinforcements as long as possible.

As for his own safety, he wasn't very worried. With his mobility, it was easy to escape the hobgoblin's pursuit. The only pity was the Sarn leader in front of him.

Afterwards, under Thorn and Sarn's leader's explanation, many of the more than 200 orc players who understood the cause and effect immediately jumped out, clamoring to stay here with Sarn.

But to Thorn's surprise, all these people were driven away under the patient persuasion of the leader of Sarn, and they followed Ashmore's footsteps, and quickly walked in groups towards the direction of Waterfall Town.

Regarding this approach, Thorne could only remain silent with a little helplessness, because he didn't have much expectation for these orc players to reach Waterfall Town smoothly. He really didn't understand why the orc leader was so persistent.

"I'll stay too." The orc sword master, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, got up and walked to Sarn, his sharp eyes showing firmness.

"Kuteg, your future tasks are heavier than mine, so don't mess around with me." San sighed deeply, and said slowly to the orc sword master.

"It won't be of much help if you stay here with a physics profession. You should follow the big army. Although the distance from here to Pushang Town is only about ten kilometers away, it is not all smooth sailing. If the big goblin catches up, With him alone as a ranger, he can't command your gang of brothers at all." Thorne pointed to Ashmo who was walking in the front, and persuaded the orc sword master.

"Then you take care!" A trace of struggle flashed in the blood-red eyes of the orc sword master Kutaig, and finally bowed deeply to Sarn, and turned around resolutely to follow Ashmo's pace.

"Yas, don't you go with them?" At this moment, Thorn noticed the curse swordsman Yas who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, storing spells at the rune sword, and said.

"I'll stay too, try to buy them some time." Yas glanced at the Forest of Tranquility, and then smiled at Thorne, showing a look of indifference.

In the vast wilderness, a large group of orc players walked for only a moment under the leadership of Ashmore, and the hobgoblin army of the Forest of Tranquility came out mightily.

Walking in the forefront are the hobgoblin slaves who were driven away, mainly gnolls, lizardmen and ogres, about a hundred in number, followed by goblin kobolds in a mess, and the last row was More than 100 hobgoblin warriors with neat military appearance and well-equipped equipment.

On both sides of the team, there were quite a few bear goblins and various beasts. The beasts were mainly wargs, dire wolves, and dire wolves, and there were even four or five dire apes with sharp long claws and sharp fangs.

Hobgoblins have a long history of animal taming, and like some of the more civilized races, they are very good at using horses and cattle to carry goods and weapons for long distances, using tame crows to communicate information, and using vicious wolves to guard prisoners and guards. Hobgoblin camp.

So facing such a luxurious lineup of hobgoblins in front of him, Thorn, who was hiding in the dark, did not have any surprises.

"Zheng!"

Walking in the center of the team, the goblin commander riding a dire wolf drew out his cold steel long sword and roared, "Don't let the orcs run away, all the hobgoblin knights give me full chase!"

After receiving the order, several hobgoblin lieutenants in the group of hobgoblin warriors immediately ordered all the hobgoblin warriors to ride on the wolfs that had been assigned to them and chase them in the direction where the orc crowd fled.

Seeing the hobgoblin knights gathering to chase after them, Thorne suddenly changed his expression when he was about to intercept. A dangerous energy wave appeared not far away, so he immediately looked up.

A scene that shocked Thorne happened. In the distance, a dark red fireball with a diameter of about one meter was beating dangerous energy fluctuations, making a scorching whistling sound, and suddenly exploded in the group of hobgoblins that had just assembled .

"Boom!"

The scorching flames exploded, the high-temperature flames raged everywhere, and the violent impact was accompanied by loud bangs that made the whole earth tremble.

Immediately, in the aftermath of the explosion, the broken limbs and broken arms mixed with the refurbished soil on the wilderness splashed around.

Among the more than 100 hobgoblin knights who had assembled, more than 30 died on the spot, and the remaining hobgoblin knights were also hit by a turbulent air wave formed by the powerful aftermath of the flame, and they were blown away with their mounts.

"This fireball is too powerful!" Thorn, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the big crater created by the explosion of the fireball not far away, and couldn't help being shocked.

"The power of this fireball, could it be him? Why did the people from Bugle Town appear here?" Yas, who was next to Thorn, changed his expression suddenly, and subconsciously uttered a few questions in his heart.

As soon as Yas finished speaking, dozens of tall figures appeared not far from the fireball's thick smoke dissipating.

(End of this chapter)