Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 195 The Endless Battle

The night was dark, the wind was blowing, the surrounding fir crowns rustled peacefully and the branches creaked.

At the gate of the Gnoll's camp, there was no appalling blood and killing, nor crazy shouts and screams, only the faint howling of the cold wind, and the warmth and light from the bonfire.

The bonfire was fading, and the hard branches were burning red and crackling from time to time, bursting into dull orange flames.

The two gnolls who were in charge of the night watch at the gate frequently watched the noisy ceremony in the depths of the camp with envious eyes, but unfortunately they couldn't see anything except the shining fire.

The blessing of the great Gnoll King, as the people of Yeenoghu, everyone wants to see the glory of the demon lord, but unfortunately they can only stand here and watch the night stupidly.

As the night darkened, the howling cold wind gradually became more violent.

The two jackal guards who were on guard at night didn't realize what their responsibilities were. They curled up tightly and leaned against the wind shelter at the corner of the gate of the camp, enjoying the warm firelight and a moment of peace in their lives.

When one of the gnolls with three scars on its face felt the temperature drop and the bonfire dimmed, it subconsciously tightened the animal leather armor wrapped around its body, and then stood up to face the howling cold wind. , slightly irritatedly kicked the dozing companion next to him, and said cursingly: "Idiot, the branches are almost burned!"

The sleepy Gnoll felt the shock pain from his leg, he shuddered violently, picked up the machete on the ground, and looked around vigilantly.

After noticing that there was only one annoying ugly wolf man around him, his terrified eyes calmed down, and then he relaxed, glared at his companion dissatisfied, and muttered in a low voice: "I was scared to death, I thought the big, stupid Shan Qiu The giants are attacking again."

"We have long since got rid of the shadow of fear in the mountains. Here, only a group of cowardly humans are waiting for our killing. Hurry up and chop a bundle of branches. This damn cold night, without the shelter of a cave, is too difficult It's gone." The scarred Gnoll growled and urged impatiently.

"Isn't it the three scars that were scratched by the ferocious eagle? What's there to show off?" Another wolf man complained, turned around and glanced at the unfinished blessing ceremony in the depths of the camp, and held the curved blade in his hand. The big knife walked towards the fir bushes.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm again, only the indistinct crazy shouts piercing through the depths of the camp, and the slight footsteps of the patrols outside the camp.

The wolf man standing guard alone glanced at his companions who walked into the fir grove, leaned against the campfire, threw the remaining branches into the fire, and prepared to curl up his limbs and enter a doze state.

"call out!"

At this moment, a whistling piercing sound pierced the moment of silence, the wolf man's furry ears trembled, he opened his eyes suddenly, stroked the scars on his face, and murmured: "It's such a familiar voice!" .”

Hearing this sound at the beginning, he looked up at the dark sky out of curiosity, and then his face was left with three scars symbolizing glory by the ferocious eagle hovering in the sky. This sound is very ferocious. The sound of an eagle swooping down from a high altitude.

The Jackal looked up at the deep night sky again, but unfortunately there was nothing but the thick night, and the ferocious eagle that could bring him a symbol of glory did not appear.

What could it be?There was confusion in his pupils.

"Pfft!"

Just as the jackal raised his head and fell into confusion, the sharp arrow that pierced through the air gave him the most satisfactory answer. He looked at the hard and shiny arrow feathers under the light of the fire.

It turned out to be an arrow made from the tail feathers of a ferocious eagle. No wonder the sound of piercing through the air was so familiar. The wolf man's pupils showed a look of surprise, but it was too late. His throat was pierced by the arrow, and blood flowed along the slanted arrow. The rod flows slowly.

He couldn't breathe anymore, so he clutched the deadly arrow in his throat with both hands, trying to pull it out with all his strength so he could breathe again, or so he thought.

It's a pity that the sharp arrow penetrated so deep that his dying body only made the pain of his wound worse.

One side is the pain caused by the deepening of the wound, and the other side is the suffocation that will be on the verge of death. How should I choose?

In this dilemma, a half-elf holding a longbow appeared in front of him and helped him solve the problem. The stern-faced half-elf bowed slightly, and in his desperate pupils, helped him squeeze the sharpness of his throat. The arrow was pulled out mercilessly.

Why is it helpful?This tearing pain was obviously caused by him, and the wolf man's pupils showed confusion again.

Then he panted hard as if he was relieved, but unfortunately he could only make a sound like running water. Although the sharp arrow stuck in his throat had disappeared, he still couldn't breathe, and in the end he could only lie on the ground in despair to meet the shadow of death.

"Ow!"

Behind the half-elf ranger, a jackal holding a bundle of dry firewood appeared, and when he saw the bonfire that was about to go out and his companion lying on the ground making the sound of running water, he immediately threw away the dry firewood in his hand , roared angrily.

A sharp curved blade appeared in the jackal's hand. He glanced at his fellow jackal who was about to die with disdain, and stroked his hideous face without any scratches.

The scars of glory can't cover up your humiliating death. Today I will prove to you that I am still stronger than you without scars, the jackal thought to himself.

Then he stared coldly at the half-elf who hadn't turned around yet.

The half-elf in front of him was wearing a cloak as dark as the night, and his messy long black hair fluttered in the cold wind.

This thin half-elf must have succeeded in the sneak attack because his companion fell asleep, and the jackal once again thought of his own guess.

Immediately after the Gnoll let out a low growl, the sharp edge of the machete slashed fiercely at the half-elf's back. While running rapidly, he showed a ferocious and cruel smile, as if the half-elf in front of him had become his chopping board. The fish is at his disposal.

Stupid ogres once said that the meat of elves and half-elves is the most delicious, and he has not tasted it yet. Thinking of this, the scimitar in the hands of the gnoll couldn't help but use a little force, wanting to end this kind of battle quickly , and then enjoy this delicious food alone.

Just when the wolf man's broadsword was about to approach the half-elf's head to taste the blood, the wolf man suddenly found that the other party turned around quickly, and the unpretentious scabbard hanging on his waist suddenly showed its sharpness, and then sheathed it again and returned to calm.

And his arm holding the sharp blade lightened suddenly, and then a heart-pounding burning pain rushed from his arm to his whole body.

"Ouch!!!"

Blood flowed unstoppably along the smooth cut in the arm.

The Gnoll stared at the detached arm with wide-eyed pupils, and a painful howl cut through the thick night, alarming the Gnoll guards patrolling the perimeter, but not the shouting crowd in the camp.

Thorn held a composite longbow in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to catch the curved blade sword that was about to fall to the ground. His sharp eyes froze slightly, and he swung his backhand violently.

"Pfft!"

The cold light that was so familiar to the wolf man flashed, and the wail of the severed arm wolf man stopped abruptly.

The ranger who killed him quietly walked away with a blood-stained machete in one hand and a composite longbow in the other.

Thorne looked at the five wolf man patrolling guards who rushed over because he heard the movement, his expression was very calm.

The blessing ceremony of the leader of the wolf man was about to end, and he came here under the guidance of the little sika deer, so he naturally understood what it was for.

However, he did not use his stealth ability to sneak in quietly and deal a fatal blow to the leader of the jackals, but planned to break in, and through chaotic fighting, he took the opportunity to get close to the leader of the jackals and end his life.

"call!"

Thorne swung hard, and the curved blade in his right hand spun and galloped away.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade sank fiercely into the chest of the wolf man guard under the violent swing. The wolf man let out a wailing cry, fell to the ground and twitched.

Looking at the remaining four wolf man guards who were rushing towards him quickly, Thorn glanced lightly, estimated the approximate distance, and calmly drew three sharp arrows from his quiver.

"collapse!"

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by the slight reverberation of the bowstring, the sound of the arrow piercing through the flesh sounded, and the wolf man walking in the front fell to the ground in response. He was lying on the ground, holding the red-stained soil with both hands, as if he was trying to catch him. life that is about to die.

"collapse!"

"Pfft!"

A sharp arrow galloped out of Thorne's hand, and hit the forehead of the second jackal. The powerful penetrating power directly shattered his hard skull, and he fell to the ground on his back, with red and white blood flowing all over the ground.

"collapse!"

"Pfft!"

The last arrow in Thorne's hand pierced through the third Jackal's heart with a piercing roar. The powerful penetrating power mercilessly crushed the heart hidden in the deepest part, and the Wolf man twitched a few times , and lay motionless on the ground.

"Roar!!!"

The last Gnoll guard finally approached the half-elf ranger under the deadly arrows. He first glanced at the compound longbow in the ranger's hand that was no longer afraid of threats to him, then roared, and the heavy mace brought With a piercing sound of piercing the air, it smashed towards the ranger's head.

It's a pity that his movements were too slow in the eyes of the ranger. The moment Thorne put the Demon Slaying Sword back into the scabbard, a bloodstain appeared on the wolf man's neck. As if he had just reacted, it was like a bloody fountain in the night sky.

Thorne stepped on the headless corpse of the wolf man and walked towards the interior of the camp.

"Ow!"

High-spirited wolf howls sounded from the simple roof, and a dark figure jumped down.

The evil abyssal aura instantly permeated the surroundings, and the two pairs of penetrating huge sharp claws shone with a strange black glow under the shroud of the pale moonlight, which was eerie and terrifying.

"Zheng!"

The slightly trembling Demon Slaying Sword slowly came out of its sheath, and the strange demonic runes on the sword became clear when facing the abyss gnoll.

The Demon Slayer in Thorne's hand seemed to be screaming in the night.

"what!!!"

A suppressed howl of pain came from the mouth of the abyss jackal. His whole body was prostrate on the ground, his claws were sunken deep in the thick mane wet with cold sweat, his ferocious face was distorted in pain, half covered Scarlet pupils looked at the sharp blade in Thorne's hand, and what emerged was the deepest fear in his heart.

A half-demon creature transformed from the essence of a demon has no power to resist in the face of the chaotic aura of the immortal evil on the Demon Slaying Sword.

Raise your sword!

Thorn jumped on the headless corpse of the abyss gnoll and appeared on the simple roof. Just when the roof could no longer bear it and was about to collapse, he appeared on the roof of another house.

Under the continuous jumping from the roof, Thorne finally approached the center of the ceremony where the King of Gnolls blessed him inside the camp.

Thorne stood quietly on the roof, letting the cold wind blow over his face, his long messy hair raised, and letting the wolf man guards who spotted him keep gathering in the direction where he was standing.

He just stood there quietly on the roof, motionless.

Looking at the Gnoll riot that was about to be suppressed at the center of the blessing ceremony, and the Gnoll guards frantically flocking here in the camp, Thorne was filled with emotion.

Once upon a time, every time the people of Waterfall Town faced the attack of the wolf man, there would be a trace of worry on their faces, because as long as it is a war, it will bring death, which no one can avoid.

What is the war for?

It's just to survive in this homeless alien world, at least he thinks so.

So Thorne, who wanted to understand this truth, really survived. He grew up step by step from a novice who was afraid of wild goblins to being able to break into a large wolf man tribe alone and slaughter ferocious wolf men to his heart's content.

Growth is like this, it is painful and happy, you must accept all the hurts this world brings to you, and then grow up without fear.

The beauty of sunrise is that it was born out of the deepest darkness. Only by daring to accept that you are ordinary can you do your best to be different.

The Gnoll guard was getting closer and closer to him, and some even threw javelins at him, but he easily dodged, flew or caught them firmly, and then fought back fiercely.

Thorn's calm eyes locked on the leader of the jackals not far away who was showing his authority to the rioting jackals, and his thoughts moved slightly.

——"Desert Wind School (Strike Skill): Fire Bomb!"

Fist-sized white-hot fireballs gradually gathered and formed on his blade.

The hilt wrapped in leather and metal bands was illuminated red by the bright fireball. Thorne worked hard to control the fireball on the blade, beating the energy of Qi in his body to guide it into the fireball. , the size of the fireball is slowly increasing at an imperceptible speed.

"Is it still not working?" Looking at the fireball that was about to explode, Thorn murmured.

He once witnessed the super-large fireball cast by the Osprey Warlock in Horn Town, so he tried to use the energy of Qi to achieve the same effect, but unfortunately the use was not ideal. Every time the volume of the fireball increased by one After a small circle, it fell into a state about to explode.

"The skill of using Qi energy is not something that can be achieved all at once. It is an ability that needs to be accumulated and practiced hard over time." Thorne, who wanted to understand this truth, no longer struggled with this issue.

——"Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Immediately after the thought moved again, a basketball-sized fireball gathered and formed in his other palm.

Then Thorne glanced in the direction of the Wolf man leader, and swung violently.

The two fireballs, one large and one small, sank into the range where the leader of the gnolls was standing with a whistling sound amidst the exclamations of the wolves they witnessed.

"Boom!"

The blazing fire exploded in the dense crowd of wolves, the roar of the explosion resounded throughout the gnoll camp, and the high-temperature flames also raged everywhere.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, Jackals were also howling, one by one turned into fire men and ran wildly in the camp, and the situation that was about to be maintained fell into chaos again.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

A large group of Gnoll guards finally approached the culprit who caused damage to the camp. They looked up at the figure on the roof and roared in protest.

Looking at the Gnoll guards who were about to climb up the roof, Thorn once again locked his eyes on the Gnoll leader.

——"Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Walk!"

Thorne leapt forward, his whole body appeared in mid-air, and then was gradually wrapped by a cloud of shadow energy, and disappeared without a trace under the bewildered state of a group of gnoll guards.

"Hold on to me!"

Around Yeenoghu's statue, the leader of the gnolls with flames on his face roared angrily while holding sharp knives to kill those other gnolls who tried to take advantage of the chaos to attack him and then plunder the blessing of the gnoll king.

Suddenly, the leader of the gnolls felt a cold breath rising from his neck, as if his neck was being tightened by a rope, so that his angry roar seemed to be stuck in his throat, resulting in a strange and unpleasant sound.

Immediately afterwards, this icy breath began to spread to his whole body. When he realized that something was wrong, his whole body was paralyzed by the shadow energy and it was difficult to move, and his whole body also became stiff.

Then there was a heart-piercing burning pain, with the coldness and scorching heat of a sharp blade, and the two extreme tactile sensations appeared in his body at the same time, which confused him.

When he turned around slightly, he finally found the enemy who had caused him this kind of injury. It turned out that a half-elf hidden in the darkness pierced his sharp sword into the crevice of his ribs and penetrated his lung lobe.

The leader of the jackals knew that this wound was fatal. He could feel the blood rushing into his lungs, suffocating him. If he retreated quickly, he still had hope of getting rid of the shadow of death, and fell at the feet of the jackal priest, accepting the death penalty. healing magic.

It's a pity that the gnoll priest had thrown himself into the embrace of the great demon lord long after the ceremony was over, so he was hopeless, and the breath of despair continued to permeate the gnoll leader's heart.

In the end, the leader of the gnolls who had just accepted the blessing ceremony of the great gnoll king fell down at the feet of the half-elf ranger with a face full of despair and unwillingness.

Thorne appeared in the crowd as the leader of the wolf man, holding a sharp knife and standing quietly on the spot.

"Roar!!!"

All the jackals who reacted rushed towards him immediately, and the chaotic crowd of jackals caused a tragedy of trampling each other.

——"Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

A basketball-sized fireball appeared in front of Thorn, and under his guidance, it submerged into the surging crowd with a violent aura, blooming deadly flowers.

——"Scary momentum!"

Then Thorne rushed in front of several Yeenoghu's fangs with the help of gunpowder smoke. The breath of immortal evil mixed with the murderous aura, causing these half-demon creatures transformed from demon spirits to crawl on the ground one after another. trembling.

A stream of blood splattered, Yeenoghu's fangs and the wandering abyss gnolls all turned into Thorne's souls under the sword, which increased the progress of his special ability "Devil's Power" by a few points.

Thorn's figure quietly left in the chaotic crowd of wolves.

Facing the raging wind, he stood among the wildly swaying weeds and shrubs, looked at the small sika deer that appeared in front of him, and bowed slightly to salute him respectfully.

"Stalkers of the Way of Silence don't need to be afraid of the wilderness. The way of the wilderness is the way of the best. We should maintain balance, learn the hidden way of life, and fight endlessly with the enemies of the wilderness."

The little sika deer nodded humanely, and its nimble eyes lingered on Thorne for a long time, and finally turned into a faint light and dissipated in the howling wind.

……

Several figures appeared at the gate of the Gnoll camp.

"This kind of arrow made from the tail feathers of a ferocious eagle is rarely used in the entire town of Falls except Thorn." The fire of the pipe flickered in the night, and the smoke slowly came from Torvi's mouth along with the words. Floating out: "It seems that we came a step late today, and someone has helped us clean up the trouble in advance."

"Cuck!"

A black crow pierced through the thick night and landed on Master Qingchen's shoulder. After looking at the crow's smart eyes for a moment, he said slowly: "The new leader of the wolf man has been executed. Let's go!" Bar."

After finishing speaking, he ignored everyone's surprised eyes and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight along with the mournful cry of the crow.

"boom!"

Albert the Storm Lord looked at the retreating figures of the crowd, and slammed the spear in his hand on the ground, crackling electric arcs jumped wildly, and then turned into a black shadow and rushed into the camp of the wolf man.

Immediately, the entire Wolf man camp was covered with dark clouds, and there were frequent bursts of thunder, which mixed with the screaming and screaming Wolf man's screams, composing an angry movement.

(End of this chapter)