Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 300 Tauren Charge

"Sister Majia, what is the profession of the person fighting Ms. Melissa?" Priestess Rose who was hiding in the stalactite gap couldn't help but asked again as she watched the fierce and silent battle ahead.

"From the appearance, it should be a half-elf from the surface. In addition to casting divine spells, he also has animal companions. After suppressing Ms. Melissa's flute, dual-wielding weapons can still gain the upper hand. It should be A half-elven ranger."

The drow next to him said uncertainly: "But the light orange flames covering this ranger's body look very strange. Could it be that he has a special job part-time?"

"So, is Ms. Melissa likely to lose?" Priestess Rose glanced worriedly, her pale red eyes flickered, and asked tentatively, "Should we find a way to help her?" one time?"

"That's not enough. This ranger is at most at the peak of the second-order strength, and Ms. Melissa's level is already close to the edge of the fourth-order." The drow elf called Majia pondered for a while, and analyzed it to the girl beside her. road:
"The main reason why this ranger has the upper hand is that the opponent's sudden cast of the "Silence Technique" interrupted Ms. Melissa's attack rhythm. After she adjusted, the half-elf ranger would undoubtedly be defeated. "

In the final analysis, the strength gap between the two sides was too great. How could it be so easy for the ranger to leapfrog the challenge? The drow elf Majia watched the silent battle ahead, and gradually raised her confidence in Ms. Melissa.

But what puzzled her was that after the sound of the flute was silenced, Ms. Melissa's attack seemed to be a little restrained and she couldn't use it, as if she was afraid of something. This was not like her usual vigorous and resolute style.

Moreover, this half-elf ranger was injured in many places all over his body, and he was still oozing blood, but he still insisted on fighting to the end. The stubborn expression he showed made her feel inexplicably familiar.

Is he also a player?
This idea immediately popped into the mind of the drow elf Majia, and after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was impossible.

Because the strength of the opponent's second-order ranger seemed to be a bit unexpected, and she was able to fight with Ms. Melissa for such a long time, which made it impossible for her to associate with all the compatriots she had seen.

Moreover, there were three Dreadclaw monsters and seven or eight drow corpses nearby. It would be unbelievable to say that this ranger killed them all.

The overall strength of the players now, for a person who has traveled back and forth between the surface and the underground, she still knows a little bit.

Although there is no shortage of ruthless people above the second level on the surface, compared with the underground world, the number is still relatively lacking.

Even so, the strongest drow sword master player she had seen in Lighthouse Town could not cleanly kill three Dreadclaws in solid armor, not to mention including so many drow warriors.

Immediately afterwards, she began to worry faintly in her heart. After all, this is the Underdark Area, a dangerous area full of monsters.

If the three of them stayed here for too long, they might attract monsters wandering in other areas because of too much noise, and it would be troublesome if they got into a hard fight.

So she immediately turned her worried eyes to the silent battle not far away, and began to hope that the battle would end soon.

At the same time, Thorne's attack has firmly gained the upper hand.

With the two sharp blades in his hands blessed by the proficient level "Two-Weapon Fighting" feat, the attack on the drow elves was as quick and deadly as a storm, which directly caused the drow elves to be forced back again and again, without a trace of parry force.

However, because of multiple injuries to his body and the intense battle he experienced, his physical strength is about to reach a critical point.

Moreover, in the attribute column, the health points for their reference have also dropped to about one-third, so he must clear up the troubles in front of him as soon as possible before his physical strength is exhausted.

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

Thorn swung the short sword in his left hand violently, and a dazzling glare burst out. Although this glare could not produce effective lethality on the drow for some reason, it still made her body pause slightly.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Enhanced Skill): Red Lotus Sword!"

Then the long sword in his right hand took advantage of the situation and burst into hot flames, wrapped in a raging heat wave, and mercilessly chopped towards the chest of the enemy in front of him.

Feeling threatened, the expression of the drow elves changed, and they immediately swung their swords to meet them.

The moment she swung her sword to block, the dagger in Thorn's left hand was unrestrained. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger slashed towards the slender waist of the drow at an extremely fast speed.

"Pfft!"

With the blessing of the "Desert Fire" specialty, Thorne's short sword was covered with a layer of light orange fire, which instantly cut through the drow's tight leather armor and left a flame-burned wound on his body, bright red The blood began to spread rapidly from the wound.

The burning pain from the waist made the drow look annoyed, the long sword flashed a cold light, and swung away the ranger's two pursuits, then jumped up, and the slender figure directly floated in midair.

The drow left the range of the silence technique, and the hybrid sword in his hand played a melodious flute sound again.

Afterwards, the drow held the long sword upside down, quietly watched the half-elf ranger on the ground, and sighed helplessly.

Because the moment the other party took out the Holy Emblem of Tracking, she immediately realized that the encounter between the two sides was a complete misunderstanding, but the reason for the ranger's continuous attacks and silence skills gave her no chance to explain. .

——"Second Ring Divine Art: Human Body Immobilization Art!"

Therefore, the drow felt that the other party must calm down first, so she reached out and pointed at the figure of the ranger.

However, things didn't seem to be going as she expected.

The drow's confident control magic had no effect on the ranger on the ground, but in exchange for a fireball the size of a washbasin, it smashed towards her figure floating in mid-air with a piercing roar.

"Boom!"

The flames of the explosion instantly enveloped the drow elves floating in midair.

The moment the pungent gunpowder smoke went away with the cold wind, the drow elves appeared in front of Thorn and the spectators.

Immediately afterwards, the melodious and melodious flute sound reached its climax angrily, becoming more passionate than ever.

"It's nothing at all." Thorne glanced at the drow who was a little embarrassed by the flames, with a startled expression.

Just as he was about to call the Fulong Beast to escape together, the long sword in the drow's hand suddenly came out, stabbing directly at his face with the passionate sound of the flute and the piercing sound of piercing the air.

"Is this sword control?" Seeing the long sword controlled by the drow, Thorn dared not be careless and swung the sword to resist.

"boom!"

The sharp blades wiped out dazzling sparks, and the turbulent force directly made Thorn retreat five or six steps in a row before stopping his figure. At the same time, it also involved several wounds all over his body, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

However, the floating long sword didn't give him any chance to react. When his body was unstable, he shook it flexibly and galloped again.

——"Mage Armor!"

Thorne, who knew he couldn't dodge, immediately activated the protective force field to prepare for a hard resistance, and then used the skills of the shadow hand to escape.

However, unexpectedly, when the long sword was about to touch the protective force field, it stopped suddenly, and the passionate sound of the flute also began to soften.

Moreover, Thorne was also keenly aware that there was no cold murderous intent in it, but more like a flute of kindness.

"Stop, this is a misunderstanding, the ranger from the surface, the hunter of the silent path." The drow stroked the long silver-white hair that had become messy after being bombarded by the fireball, and sent a clear voice to the ranger on the ground. voice.

"A misunderstanding?" Hearing the other party's words, Thorne was stunned for a moment, but he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance.

After all, most of the drow elves represent chaos and evil, especially females, and they are the kind that are best at intrigue.

So he glanced vigilantly at the hybrid sword that was still floating in front of his eyes, and looked up.

He saw a shimmering holy emblem shown to him by the drow elves, engraved with a dark elf holding a silver sword and dancing in the moonlight.

Dark Maiden: Eilistraee, a chaotic good deity.

Thorn, whose misunderstanding had been cleared up, was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly, as if he had sensed something, his face changed suddenly.

"Be careful!" At the same time, the drow floating in the air immediately reminded Thorne on the ground.

"Roar! Roar!"

As soon as the words fell, two battle roars that seemed to come from the wilderness instantly echoed on the surrounding stone walls, and then, two burly silhouettes gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

Tauren!
Even the tauren appeared, and Thorne was shocked by the two roars, and immediately looked at the tauren who appeared with an ugly expression.

At this moment, he finally realized how dangerous the Underdark was.

He just ambushed a patrol team of the drow, and then attracted the Dreadclaw, another patrol team, and the dark girl follower floating above his head like a hornet's nest, and finally attracted two more to join in the fun. Tauren.

The depressed Thorne didn't know if he killed the tauren and attracted other monsters.

So he immediately began to retreat slowly before the tauren charged, adjusting a terrain that was most beneficial to him.

"Roar!"

The moment the two tauren appeared, the Volcano, who was watching the other two drow vigilantly, immediately came to Thorne, and responded with a low growl like a demonstration at the two tauren.

"Which damn bug set the big fireball! Dare to disturb my good work, Gulardo, I want you to taste the taste of horns!"

Carrying a huge ax in one hand, and holding a fur apron in the other, the tauren came cursing, his black eyes flashed with violent anger, accompanied by a deafening roar of anger, white steaming columns of air came from its nostrils on both sides squirt.

At this time, the tauren Gulardo was very depressed, because these little bugs with insufficient gaps in their teeth dared to ruin the good deeds of his old cow at the moment when he was about to show his masculinity. Today he let these little bugs Know how powerful he is.

"There's so much nonsense, hurry up and tear them up for me, you idiot, didn't you say you are stronger than the hill giant? Quickly prove it to me!" Another tauren with a broken horn kicked the tauren Gulardo. feet, growled.

"I'm not a softie, I'm the most talented old cow. When I go back, I must tear up that hill giant. Just wait!"

Gulardo, the tauren who was mentioned in pain, showed off his burly body with tangled muscles to everyone in a funny way, and once again sprayed two streams of steaming white air from his nostrils, roared viciously, and directly lowered his bull-like body. Head, put on a charging posture.

"Gulardo, let's ignore the flying ones, and clean up the few bugs on the ground."

The tauren with the broken horn suddenly found that two bugs were also hiding in the direction of the stalactite, and immediately shook his thick hair, bowed slightly and charged.

"Oops, we're being targeted." Majia and the two who were hiding in the crevices of the stalactites felt the malicious eyes of the tauren, and their expressions changed suddenly.

"Graldo the tauren is not a softie! The tauren are fearless! Crush these little bugs! Charge!"

The tauren Gulladoro let out a roar, staring at Thorne with big black eyes, imagining him as a hill giant, and rushed up ferociously with an unstoppable momentum.

Looking at the tauren who was about to charge, Thorne naturally didn't dare to try to block its way of charging, so he greeted the dragon beast and immediately dispersed.

——"Desert Wind Faction (Strike Skill): Flame Wing Charge!"

Immediately afterwards, Thorne's body floated into the air driven by the flame wings.

Gulardo, the tauren who was halfway through the charge, found that he had lost his target. With a sudden brake, the wide and thick hooves left deep marks on the ground of the rocky cave, and the huge bull's head and tangled muscles were also twisted rapidly. , stabilized his burly body.

Then the Tauren turned around abruptly, and the black and bright bull's eyes locked on the Fulong Beast. Just as he was about to lower his head and continue to launch a new round of charge, the Fulong Beast flapped its small wings and floated into the air with a mocking look. Looking at the flightless Gulardo, he curled his lips in disdain.

"..."

The tauren Gulardo raised the bull's head and stared at it with big eyes, looking left and right, and found that all the targets of the attack flew into the air.

He roared angrily, sprayed two streams of steaming white gas from his nostrils again, then shook his dark hair that exudes the stench of death, picked up the huge ax in his hand, and smashed it at the mocking dragon beast. go.

The crouching dragon flapped its small wings and nimbly avoided the giant ax of the tauren, and then flew to a place where the tauren couldn't reach, and opened its mouth to spray a dark green poisonous mist.

Under the erosion of poison, the tauren's body began to become stiff and difficult to move. With the whistling of the flute, a long silver sword that shone with silver light accurately hit his heart, and the faint green tauren fell to the ground on his back.

At the same time, Thorne, who was briefly floating in the air, locked his eyes on another tauren with a broken horn.

——"Lifting Qi and Slashing!"

With a movement of his mind, the Demon Slaying Sword was enveloped in a layer of fierce aura, and his body shrouded in flames was like a big fireball, with a scorching whistling sound, it ruthlessly smashed down towards the Tauren .

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade accurately chopped the back of the Shorthorn Tauren, like plowing the ground, drawing a deep bloodstain from top to bottom, almost splitting his entire body in half.

The Tauren let out an unwilling roar, his burly body shook, and fell forward to the ground, his pair of wide palms firmly grasped the rock on the ground, twitched a few times and then died.

"died?"

The panicked drow elves Majia and the two found that the tauren who was about to charge had fallen down in a daze, and they were stunned for a while, and soon found the sword-holding man standing behind the tauren. Half-elf ranger.

"The combination of the priestess Rose and the disciple of the dark girl? Aren't these two gods rivals?" Thorn frowned after discovering the identities of the two figures walking towards him.

However, he quickly figured out the reason, so he tentatively asked, "You two are also players?"

(End of this chapter)