Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 232 Killing

The night was dark, and the silvery moonlight could hardly dispel the deep shadows on the forest path. Although the weeds and bushes were wide, the old trees still gathered into a thick canopy over Thorn's head.

It suited him perfectly, though, and the half-elf ranger relished the feeling of walking in the shadows, his shadowy form gradually disappearing into the deep night as he walked through the woods.

"Flapping!"

After a while, an owl whose full body feathers seemed to blend into the night passed through the thick branches and leaves of the bushes, landed on the branches, and made a strange cry of 'cuckoo', which was creepy.

"Has it already started?" The figure of Ranger emerged from the branches and leaves, whispering to himself.Then he stroked the owl's chubby head and waved his hand: "Thank you for your hard work, go back."

As soon as the words fell, the owl rubbed affectionately on the ranger, and then it turned into a little light and dissipated in the night.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, a loud wolf howl sounded from far and near. The sound was like a fuse. Suddenly, all kinds of howls sounded from all directions, as if announcing to all the creatures in the Barren Skull Mountains that Mara The hunting ceremony began.

Although the voices were very mixed, Thorn still accurately judged the owner of each call, and immediately noticed that there were two figures chasing and fleeing rapidly approaching him.

Thorn disappeared into the dense forest, gently drew out his long sword to slay the demon, held his breath, and quietly waited for the arrival of his prey.

This tense moment did not make the half-elf ranger wait too long.

Not long after, with the strong smell of blood wafting into the dense forest, a beast the size of a calf appeared in the ranger's sight.

It is a dire wolf covered in scars all over its body. The most primitive ferocity and hostility have been wiped out by Mara's admirers, leaving only fear and despair.

After Thorn saw the shadow clearly, he was not in a hurry to make a move, because he saw a humanoid figure leaping among the trees not far away, grinning unbridledly, and roaring frighteningly.

With every loud roar, the faint green light in the pupils of the pursued dire wolf dimmed. This ferocious beast was obviously frightened by Mara's admirers.

"Meet death in endless terror! My prey!"

The vigorous figure of the wolf man jumped down from the woods, with cold metal claws on his hands, facing the penetrating moonlight, the ferocious figure shrouded the head of the dire wolf who was so desperate that he began to whimper.

Suddenly, with the wild swaying of the branches of the forest, a swift black figure appeared behind the Gnoll. He was like a swooping falcon. In the dark night, a sharp blade with a light orange flame pierced through the Gnoll in an instant. The wound was right in the middle of the shoulders.

The grinning Gnoll's whole body stiffened for a moment, its sharp claws gleaming with cold metal light hung down limply, and its whole body fell directly on the back of the sobbing Dire Wolf, swallowing its last breath, never to die again. Moved.

"Ow!"

The bewildered dire wolf whimpered in a low voice and shook his hair, and shook off the corpse of the wolf man. After noticing the thin figure that appeared not far away, the dim green pupils gradually became brighter, so that they burst out with the most primitive ferocity again. .

Immediately afterwards, the dire wolf bowed slightly, pawed the ground with its front paws, and kicked its hind legs vigorously, like a sharp arrow off the string, it bravely rushed towards the shadow.

"Pfft!"

A sharp sword blade was hidden in the light orange flame, appearing on the soft neck of the dire wolf at a strange and tricky angle. The huge wolf head rolled down the dust, and hot blood splashed five or six meters away.

——"One ring of magic: no trace!"

Accompanied by the ups and downs of divine spells, a light green natural aura enveloped the ranger until it disappeared.

"collapse!"

Suddenly, Thorn, who was standing in place, caught the dull echo of the bowstring of the composite longbow, as if a rough and continuous rhythm came to his ears.

——"Spell Armor!"

The protective ring on Thorne's finger flashed a faint light, and a nearly invisible protective barrier emerged at the moment when the arrow was about to approach.

"Clap!"

The sharp arrow splashed a sparkle on the invisible force field, and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Immediately afterwards, Thorne turned around suddenly and charged with his sword.

In the bushes ahead, a tall and burly human hunter held a composite longbow, unhurriedly took out a sharp silver arrow, locked on Thorn's rushing figure again with his ferocious eyes, and hit While bowing the string, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"call out!"

The composite longbow drawn into the shape of a full moon suddenly let go of the bowstring, and the echo of the bowstring was like the deep roar of a wild beast. A silver light pierced the night sky and hit the galloping figure of the ranger in an instant.

Just as the human hunter smiled triumphantly.The next moment, his eyes turned into astonishment.

Thorne glanced at the Demon-Breaking Arrow, which had scratched his palm due to the force of the impact, but was still tightly held in his hand. He didn't care about the wound on his chest pierced by the sharp arrow, and rushed up quickly.

The sharp sword with beating flames first cut off the blocking composite longbow, and then drew a terrifying bloodstain from top to bottom between the eyebrows of the human hunter. The hunter fell powerlessly in the bushes, lifeless.

Thorne kicked the corpse, and picked up the remaining arrow in the human hunter's quiver that could break the protective force field.

——"One ring of magic: first-level summoning of natural allies!"

With the flickering light of the magic circle, a pure black coyote came out. Thorn took out a piece of clothing that Alvy gave him before leaving from the dimension bag, and threw it directly on the ground.

The hyena immediately came up to him and sniffed it. After a while, his dark green pupils locked on the direction of the prey, whimpered, and galloped away.

Thorne followed the coyotes through the bushes for about 10 minutes, and noticed three figures not far away, with a smile on his lips.

Then he waved to the coyote who was leading the way, and the coyote obediently rubbed against his trouser leg, turning into a little light and dissipating in the air.

——"One Ring of Magic: Hunter's Mark!"

Thorn, who was hiding in the bushes, held the Holy Emblem tightly and chanted in a low voice. Not far away, a blood-red five-star claw appeared above the head of the new lord of Twin Towers Town, which was protected by two guards. Only the caster could see it. Seal emblem.

"call out!"

In the night, sharp arrows shimmering with magical light tore through the air, galloping away with a whistling sound.

"Pfft!"

A guard standing in front of the lord of Shuangta Town was caught off guard, and was shot in the heart by an arrow, twitched, and died.

The face of the lord of Shuangta Town changed, and he was about to invite him to the 'Deer Feast' and told him that he was very safe. The whole family of Mara believers greeted him fiercely.

Then, together with the remaining guards, he watched all suspicious motives around him vigilantly.

"call out!"

"Pfft!"

In the thick night, another guard of the lord of Shuangta Town was shot again, and fell to the ground dead with a howl.

The death of the last guard also made the lord of Shuangta Town aware of the direction of the arrow. A protective ring on his finger was quickly activated, and then he turned and ran in another direction.

Noticing the escaping figure of the lord of Shuangta Town, Thorne took out the two demon-breaking arrows captured from the human hunter, and while observing the blood-red mark on the lord of Shuangta Town's head, he chased after them with arrows.

As long as the mark on his head does not disappear, he will never escape his own pursuit.

"call out!"

The two chased after each other for a while, and the howling sharp arrow ruthlessly hit the protective barrier of the lord of Shuangta Town, like a boulder hitting glass, making a clear and shattering sound.

Just as he was about to escape from the opponent's attack range, when the lord of Shuangta Town was about to take a breath, another sharp arrow shot past. Under his astonished gaze, it pierced his heart, and he fell powerlessly to the ground, motionless.

The prey died, and Thorne withdrew his longbow, took his sword and went to search for the booty of the corpse.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a tall and burly figure jumped out of the grass on the other side. It was a half-orc. His attack seemed to have been prepared for a long time. The giant ax in his hand hit Thorne's face with a murderous aura and cold light.

Thorn, whose face was sore from the strong wind, changed his face, turned around and barely avoided the slash of the giant axe, then rolled on the spot, and avoided the giant axe's slashing again.

——"Second Ring Magic: The Net of Thorns!"

Just when he was about to get up to fight, the surrounding bushes sounded like a sharp sword being unsheathed, and immediately all the withered grass, bushes and even trees around him grew sharp spikes, bent into thorns, and swayed wildly towards him Wrapped all over.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Stance Skill): Flame Art!"

With a thought of Thorne, raging flames burned instantly within one meter of his body. The raging flames directly burned all the surrounding thorns, and at the same time blocked the attacking footsteps of the orcs.

Then Thorn took the opportunity to get up, turned into a fire shadow and rushed towards the half-orc holding a giant axe.

"Pfft!"

The half-orc felt the scorching heat spread to his whole body, and was about to distance himself from the flame barrier in panic, but his movements were too slow, the beheading sword flashed a cold light, and his ferocious head flew into the dust.

——"Three-ring Divine Art: Thunder Roar!"

Just as Thorne put away the conspicuous flame barrier and was about to attack the spellcaster hidden in the dark, the common roar of thousands of dinosaurs echoed in his ears, and even the ground he was standing on trembled with the sound.

——"Steel Soul Pie (Coping Skill): Spirit Body Defense!"

Steady Thorn, who was swaying on the trembling ground, immediately launched the moves of the Steel Soul faction to resist the loud noise that reverberated in his mind like a thunderstorm.

Under the sonic attack of "Thunder Roar"!

Making a Fortitude saving throw...

Fortitude save passed!

You are immune to the deafness effect of "Thunder Roar"!

……

Then Thorn, whose face was as pale as paper, endured the pain from the impact of the sound waves on his head, and his figure flashed, hiding in the dense bushes and disappearing.

——"One ring of magic: entanglement!"

The moment Thorn, who was hiding in the dark, locked onto the enemy's position, he immediately cast the knight-errant magic with an imperceptible sound.

From the moment the crazy vines surged, a deep wolf howl sounded.

The druid's transformed dire wolf was shaken, and all the vines wrapped around his body were broken.

"Pfft!"

The dire wolf, who was about to escape from the battle field with his vigorous body, was directly pierced through his soft waist by a sharp arrow shining with two magical lights.

The dire wolf whimpered in pain, and the moment he raised his head, his scarlet pupils saw a cloud of shadow energy appear in front of his eyes, and a black shadow jumped out of it, followed by a sharp sword blade.

"Pfft!"

Caught off guard, the dire wolf's skull was torn apart by the sharp sword, and with a howl, it turned into a thin human figure, motionless.

The pale Thorn first glanced around vigilantly, his buzzing ears still caught the ups and downs of each other's howls.

He knew very well that it was because of the thunder-like sound of the three-ring magic spell "Thunder Roar" that attracted the nearby Mara believers here.

So with a thought, he suppressed the pain of a splitting headache and disappeared into the shadows.

……

The night was already deep, and the bright full moon began to dodge back and forth in the jagged clouds, but the howls rising and falling in the Huangshou Mountains still had no intention of stopping.

"call out!"

The bowstring resounded and the sharp arrows blared. A werewolf chasing the beast twitched a few times, then fell to the ground dead with a howl.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a dark elf man with long withered white hair leaped out from behind Thorne, with two scimitars wrapped in a strong wind in his hands, and slashed towards his back.

Thorne rolled on the spot, threw the longbow aside, and drew out two sharp blades, one long and one short, to meet them at an extremely fast speed.

"Clang! Clang!"

Thorn, who was lying on the ground, struggled to parry the two sharp scimitars of the dark elf, kicked his legs, and at the same time knocked the opponent back, he also stabilized his body and jumped up.

The dark elf's reddish eyes glanced coldly at Ranger, his gaze was full of disdain, then he raised two scimitars, turned into a black shadow and greeted him.

Thorn took a deep breath and held his swords tightly to fight against him. The long-term battle exhausted most of his skills, and even the Qi energy flowing in his body was in a dry state, and the dark elf appeared before him, It actually made him feel invisible pressure and a fatal crisis.

The dark elf's blade was waving in a deadly rhythm, but Thorne's every attack was easily received by the opponent with subtle blocks and clever dodges.

"Clang clang!"

As the two fought more frequently and intensively, the Dark Elf's slashing became faster and faster, but Thorne's twin swords gradually slowed down, showing a tendency to be overwhelmed.

"Pfft!"

Thorn, who was forced back again and again by the opponent's two impenetrable scimitars, didn't pay attention, and was directly drawn by two cold lights by the scimitar, one slashed his chest and the other slashed on his arm, and the surging blood couldn't stop. Live and flow.

Thorne, who has the specialty of "Toughness", endured the pain of the wound, stumbled and fell to the ground on his back.

The chasing dark elf suddenly showed a cruel smile, and took advantage of the situation to swing two scimitars towards Thorne's head and abdomen again.

——"Desert Wind School (Strike Skill): Flame Star!"

Just before the dark elves approached, Thorn, who fell to the ground, mobilized the last bit of energy and jumped up suddenly, followed by a burst of white light.

"what!!!"

The dazzling white light pierced the dark elf's reddish eyes like a thousand sharp knives, and he let out a mournful howl.

"Pfft!"

There was a fierce look in Thorn's eyes, and he took the opportunity to draw up the last bit of strength, and at a very fast speed, a sword crossed the dark elf's neck, and a sword pierced his abdomen, completing the counterattack, and the mourning dark elf instantly fell to the ground died.

Seeing the dark elf fell to the ground dead, Thorne half-kneeled on the ground and took a few breaths, then put away the composite longbow that was thrown aside, and drew a holy emblem from his sleeve, ignoring the wound for the time being, preparing to leave quickly.

He was seriously injured now, but the wound on his arm was fine, not that serious. If the bleeding from a cut in his chest was not stopped in time, his life would be in danger due to excessive blood loss, so he had to leave quickly.

Wandering in the wilderness for nearly two hours, what made him miscalculate was that the disciples of Mara appeared one after another like desperately, making him overwhelmed. .
There were at least 40 Mara worshipers who died at his hands tonight, and he had gained a lot of experience and practice points.

During this period, if he hadn't met three third-order rangers from the Temple of Melikai, who gave him a few chances to breathe, he would have died in the wheel battle in the wilderness long ago.

In the final analysis, he underestimated the most important annual holy day of the God of Hunting. The crazy believers are not afraid of death. With his second-level strength, he is completely overconfident.

As the druid said, he had paid for his arrogance.

Moreover, he also secretly watched the battle between a high-level druid and a high-level fallen druid. He just glanced at it from a distance, and left with interest.

The high-ranking druid who fought was the extreme wood elf he met in the upper city, the mentor of the player Qingchen, and he was called: Violent Bear Walker.

It was also his reminder that let him know the small village hidden deep in the canyon.

However, even though he was seriously injured, he still forcibly retained the last second-ring divine spell, which allowed him to directly summon the flying hippogriff and leave.

——"Second Ring Divine Art: Level [-] Natural Ally Summoning Art!"

Accompanied by the surge of light from the magic circle, a hippogriff with the head and forelimbs of an eagle, and the hind legs and body of a horse appeared in front of Thorne with its pale white wings flapping.

Thorne pressed the bleeding wound on his chest, struggled to climb onto the hippo's back, and disappeared into the night.

[Hunting Ritual: Toril Era, Huscan Calendar, Year of Refugees Emerging, Year-End Moon, 2nd, Corina Peninsula, Barren Skull Mountains. 】

Believers of the god of hunting Mara, the annual "deer herding feast", the hunting ceremony held on this most solemn holy day was interrupted because of your participation.You personally killed 46 Mara believers who participated in the hunting feast, including 3 professionals whose strength reached the hero level.

Your heroic deeds will be known to more and more adventurers wandering in the Blighthead Mountains, and gradually spread to all nearby civilization settlements.

And you yourself will receive additional attention from many evil ones.At the same time, as a stalker of the path of silence, you have successfully attracted the attention of the God of Tracking.

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(End of this chapter)