Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 346 The Power of the Mouth Cannon

Waterfall on the town, the next city.

A lone moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight pours down, reflecting countless burning torches in the field.

The night wind whizzed past, the smoke from the torches shot straight into the sky, the cries of countless hobgoblins and the roars of wild beasts resounded in unison, echoing for a long time on the walls of Waterfall Town under the night sky.

"Listen to me, all the two-legged ants of Upper Falls! Under the watchful eyes of the great goblin patron saint, the supreme warchief, the unrivaled warlord, Magrubie the Mighty, Hruk The hobgoblin banners will forever be planted on the highest points of your walls!

Your homeland will be reduced to wasteland, your warriors will taste the beheading ax and bring you the deepest pain and wailing of your soul, your family and children will be enslaved by us forever!

The boots of the Hobgoblin of Hruk will flatten every inch of your land, and victory will always belong to the people of the Mighty One! "

"For the glory of the Almighty!" Surrounded by a group of guards, the head of the hobgoblin army stood at the highest point and shouted towards the city wall of Fallshang Town at the top of his voice.

"For the glory of the Mighty One!" The voice of the call quickly spread, and countless torches were raised at the same time. From the front row to the last row of hobgoblin warriors with neat military appearance, the voices of more than 1000 hobgoblin warriors joined the hobgoblin warriors. The Legion Commander shouted.

The fanatical hobgoblins were all boiling.

"Woooooooo..."

The passionate battle horn sounded, and the crazy shouts stopped all of a sudden.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, all the hobgoblin warriors with neat military appearances marched rhythmically in place. With the reverberation of thousands of neat war boots, the ancient hobgoblin battle song sounded instantly:
They crumble before our shields, they lie down by our swords!
Their homeland is conquered by us, and their descendants are enslaved by us!
Shura field!Shura field!
Victory belongs to us!

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Waterfall on the town wall.

"Is the hobgoblin tonight a repeater? Standing in the same place and repeating, is this going to talk to us?" Torvi, with a pipe in his mouth, looked at the man shouting frantically under the city wall with a puzzled expression. Hobgoblin army.

"They are waiting." Carlos glanced in the direction of the Emerald Tower, and said with a slightly dignified expression.

The group of hobgoblins came under the city wall of Fallstown, and after setting up their camp, they stood there without moving, and then repeated an old-fashioned taunt over and over again.

Facing the strange behavior of the enemy troops, Carlos quickly understood what their real intentions were.

They are waiting for Mara's believers to capture the Emerald Tower, and then attack the town of Waterfall from inside and outside.

This group of black-blooded people are all professionals above the third level, and among them are the fourth-level professionals who have reached the exemplary way.

If they really succeeded in capturing the Emerald Tower, then tonight would be the most fatal blow to Waterfall Town.

In the final analysis, they still lack high-end combat power.

Although he tried his best to keep calm on the outside, his heart began to faintly worry.

"So you transferred the main force outside the city ahead of time. This is to wait for Thorne and the others to clean up the followers of Mara, and then cooperate with the reinforcements from Bugle Town to make dumplings for the hobgoblins under the city, right?"

Torvi instantly understood what Carlos meant, his eyelids could not help but twitch a few times, and he guessed.

Obviously, Carlos' move was very risky, because he didn't consider the consequences of Thorn's failure at all.

He was completely betting that Thorne would be able to resist the invasion of Mara believers.

"We have to trust our allies." Carlos' tone was firm.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards Master Druid Qingchen who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and then asked, "Master, what's your guess?"

"Only [-]% sure." Master Qingchen looked very tired, he put away the divination tool in his palm with difficulty, frowned slightly, and said to Carlos.

What he just used was a simple prophecy magic to try to predict the result of Thorne and his party guarding the tower.

However, to his surprise, the key factor that determines success or failure is not Thorne, but his girlfriend Andelina.

He was very worried about what happened in the tower.

Although the simple divination magic is not accurate, but it can give people a general idea, and then infer from it.

It's a pity that the key factor that determines the outcome is the sorceress, which makes the whole incident more blurred.

"[-]% certainty." Carlos murmured to himself in a low voice, then bowed respectfully to Master Qingchen, and looked again at the hobgoblin army shouting below the city.

He first looked around and found that most of the city defenders were gnashing their teeth because of the hobgoblin's taunt, but they couldn't vent because of the order to stick to it, so that everyone was full of anger.

"It's too embarrassing to be scolded all the time, I have to find a way to fight back." Carlos thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and immediately said to Torvi beside him: "Find a player with the highest taunting skills, and make these earth spirits ruthless." Swear back harshly."

"...Is this appropriate?" Torvi asked in a daze, dumbfounded.

How can war be treated as a trifling matter? Is it really okay for the two armies to confront each other and curse each other like shrews?
"At least it can improve our morale. After all, they have been scolded by them like a repeater for so long. I guess most people can't stand it." Carlos casually explained to Torvi.

"Okay, just wait a moment." Tolvi left a word and walked down the city wall.

It's easy to find someone with high taunting skills. There are a lot of players in the Unicorn Tavern who are just waiting to die.

It took a while.

Torvi, who was very efficient, led a burly barbarian player with hair like a chicken coop up the city wall.

"Not bad!" Carlos looked at the sassy barbarian in front of him, resisted the urge to kick him, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Lord Carlos, don't worry, I used to be the so-called 'Zuan Wenqu Star', and my "taunt" skill is about to break through 150 points. I'm just a hobgoblin, really nothing. "The barbarian player assured Carlos, patting his solid chest.

"It's hard work for you. If you can silence these hobgoblins, I will allow you to drink to your heart's content in the 'Slumbering Dragon' tavern for a day." Carlos smiled slightly and made a promise to the barbarian.

"Why did I hear your words, and suddenly I remembered the story about a certain regiment commander who promised a certain artilleryman to burn sweet potatoes." The barbarian muttered in a low voice, and then asked the caster to cast the spell of loudspeaker on himself.

However, he kept an eye out, and asked the caster to add a protective force field to himself, and then pulled a guard soldier holding a stainless steel shield to the battlements.

"Huruk hobgoblin livestock under the city wall, shut up for me!"

Seeing the fading hobgoblin army, the barbarian cleared his throat and let out a loud voice.

The barbarian's loud roar like a firecracker was very effective, and instantly stopped the ridicule of the hobgoblin army leader who was like a repeater.

The city and the city became quiet in an instant.

When the barbarian noticed that countless eyes were focused on him, he shrank his eyes first, and then remembered that he could have a full day of drinking in the 'Slumbering Dragon' tavern. He summoned up his courage and roared at the hobgoblin army:

"Listen to me, you horny hobgoblins, under the watchful eyes of your bullshit patron saint who looks like livestock, what kind of imbecile is next door to your mother, the battle flag of our Pushang town will last forever Insert it in the Forest of Tranquility, completely flatten your shrine of the imbecile, and remember it for me, whoever offends me in Debang... whoever offends me in the town of Waterfall, will be punished even if it is far away!"

"You humble two-legged ant, dare to blaspheme the great patron saint of the goblins, Magrubie the Mighty. The army of the hobgoblins of Hruk will soon destroy the town of Falls, your homeland..."

The leader of the hobgoblin army, who was like a repeater, hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted again by the barbarian's loud voice like a firecracker:

"Fuck you, six of your camps in the Forest of Tranquility have been destroyed by our guardians of Fallshang Town, the stalkers of the Way of Silence. What are you going to do to level them up? Do you want to die laughing? Lao Tzu, then inherit Lao Tzu's inheritance? Hahahaha..."

"Hruk hobgoblins are the people of the supreme great chief. Under the protection of the mighty, our war fortresses are indestructible. Our population is spread across the mountains and forests. Our army is invincible and invincible. Glory above all else!"

"Six of your camps were blown up by our guardians of Waterfall Town, the hunters of the Way of Silence!"

"The people of the Almighty are fearless, and the Almighty will watch His people destroy all races on the surface for the glory of war and massacres, the scumbags of the town of Falls, tremble! Enjoy life to the fullest A moment from the corner of your eye! The hobgoblin banner of Hruk will fly over your ruins!"

"Six of your camps were blown up by our guardians of Waterfall Town, the hunters of the Way of Silence!"

"The Hobgoblin Hruk has united the devils of the deep sea, the lizardmen and the bully frogmen of the bottomless swamp, and you will not be arrogant for long. Under the watchful eyes of the supreme chief, the entire emerald field will surrender to the hobgoblin Hruk ! Your homeland will collapse, and your future generations will forever be engraved with the shameful mark of slavery!"

"Six of your camps were blown up by our guardians of Waterfall Town, the hunters of the Way of Silence!"

"You fucking don't mention that damn ranger to me, I...I'm not afraid of him at all, as long as he...he dares to come over, I will let...let him die tragically under the bloody beheading axe." The angry head of the hobgoblin army raised the beheading ax in his hand, and roared viciously at the barbarians on the city wall.

"Really?" As soon as the head of the hobgoblin army finished speaking, the shadow in the darkness twisted, and a half-elf ranger covered in a black cloak appeared strangely in front of him, and said coldly.

Immediately afterwards, a large ghostly hand made of shadow energy appeared instantly, and ruthlessly grabbed the head of the hobgoblin army by the neck.

The leader of the hobgoblin army who was strangled by the neck was eroded by the shadow, and his whole body immediately became rigid and unable to move. He could only stare at the strangely emerging ranger with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Pfft!" A cold light flashed, and the head of the head of the hobgoblin army fell into the dust.

"Half-elf ranger!"

"The stalker is coming again!"

"It's that Demon Ranger!"

"How did he lurk here?"

"The legion commander has been killed, run!"

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When all the hobgoblins around noticed that the heads of Thorn and the head of the hobgoblin army flew into the dust, the shadow of fear quickly spread over the heads of the hobgoblins.

They looked at the stalker covered in a black cloak, as if they saw a mountain of corpses covered in bones and blood on him, so that the weapons for self-protection in almost everyone's hands began to tremble, and their trembling legs couldn't help themselves. move backwards.

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

The moment he killed the head of the hobgoblin army, Thorne ignored these guys and disappeared from everyone's sight without hesitation.

The dark shadow twisted.

Among a group of low-level hobgoblin priests, Thorne appeared in their sight again strangely.

——"Scary momentum!"

What followed was a suffocating murderous aura erupted from him. All the hobgoblins around showed fear, as if they had seen something terrible, and they all fled like headless chickens.

——"Steel Soul School (Strike Skill): Ejection Slash!"

An afterimage flashed frequently, and hobgoblin priests fell to the ground and died, howling.

Looking at the panicked hobgoblin warriors, Thorne waved the sharp blade in his hand, and the summoning circles flickered in the night.

The frightening figure of the Bagura Demon from the bottomless abyss and the large fire elemental from the Fire Elemental Plane appeared in the sight of the hobgoblin army amidst the roaring sound, and quickly started killing wildly.

"Rush out! Kill all the intruders!" Everyone on the city wall saw the familiar figure among the hobgoblins, their expressions were shocked, and they ran down the city wall quickly and orderly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The passionate and frantic sound of war drums reverberated in every corner of the night.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

"Rumble!"

Accompanied by the opening of the moat suspension bridge and the heavy gate, black soldiers poured out like a tide like a dam with its gates opened.

"boom!"

At this time, a fist-sized fireball burst into bright light in the deep night.

The light was like an omen, and in the wilderness outside Pushang Town, reinforcements and crazy shouts appeared all over the mountains and plains in an instant.

Like a raging tide, they vaguely surrounded Hruk's hobgoblin army.

The howls of fighting, the howls of death, and the howls of battle all mixed together, rushing across the battlefield like a furious storm, dragging everyone into the raging waves.

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(I would recommend a book "My Savage Demon" to book friends. It's not a PY transaction. It's just that he is too miserable to see him. I can't bear to be drowned in such a good book. If you are interested, you can read it. The protagonist is Master, the character is a kind of growth from immature to mature, the writing is very good, the author is ashamed.)
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