Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 359 The Art of Explosion

Deep night, chaotic clouds cover the moon.

The howling cold wind blew through the dense bushes and cracks in the rocks, and there was a beast-like humming sound around the camp of the Hunter-tooth Gnoll tribe. The sparse trees also turned into terrifying black ghosts. Weirdly wiggling.

In front of the thick gate of the Gnoll camp, two braziers the size of iron pots were burning fat extracted from ferocious wild boars. In the sound of "sizzling", they tirelessly emitted bright light and pungent stench. The thick smoke swayed with the wind, resembling hideous demon faces.

Under the light of the fire emitting a strong stench, in a simple arrow tower made of logs, two hideous wolf man guards leaned on the fence of the arrow tower and took a nap.

Two coyote-like heads brushed the dense crimson mane with gusts of howling wind, rhythmically bit by bit, which looked really interesting.

Obviously, even the gnoll, who is famous for his blood and cruelty, couldn't resist the deep sleepiness of this long night.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the Jackal holding the flail could not resist the frequent attacks of sleepiness, so his claws loosened, and the meteor hammer on the flail, the size of a baby's head, slammed directly on the back of his foot as the iron chain swayed.

"Ouch..."

The sharp thorns of the meteor hammer pierced into the flesh and blood on the back of the wolf man's foot, and the pain of the impact and puncture instantly awakened the sleepy wolf man guard.

Just as he was about to growl and blame his companions, he was suddenly attracted by the vision of the direction of the Emerald River outside the camp.

About 500 meters away from him, there was a fiery red, as if a large fire cloud suddenly appeared in the deep night.

"1, 2, 3...8," the awakened Gnoll laid his paws on the fence of the Arrow Tower, raised his furry head and counted the culprits of this scene with interest: eight floating in mid-air fireball.

Moreover, each fireball, which was as big as the head of a giant on a hill, was jumping with a dark red flame.

"What a beautiful big fireball. The sun in the morning is not as beautiful as these fireballs." The wolf guard grinned happily. While admiring the beautiful scenery to himself, he faced the fireball alone Commentary.

"Whoo~"

At this time, a gust of wind floated by, and a strange smell floated in. The wolf man guard with a keen sense of smell subconsciously took a deep breath, and immediately found that the smell was very pungent, so that he felt uncomfortable in his throat, causing him to cough Again and again.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils that shone with faint green light showed confusion.

He stretched out his paws and scratched his furry head, trying to recall what happened before.

He is familiar with this strange smell.

It seems that every time the great king of gnolls drops a gift, there will be a smell that chokes the nose in the pleasant red light. They call this smell: the smell of sulfur from the bottomless abyss Son.

So the curious wolf man guards began to stretch their necks to observe carefully. Although the wolf man was born with dark vision, this kind of vision can only see a distance of 20 meters at most in a dark environment.

Therefore, when he saw the blurred figure reflected by the fireball 500 meters away, he still couldn't tell the identity of the figure.

However, when the unresponsive wolf man guard looked at other places around the camp, he suddenly thought of something.

As a tribe ruled by Flinder gnolls, their security work is very perfect. Even if there is no enemy that can threaten them, there are many gnoll scouts scattered around the outermost perimeter of the camp. Don't dare to be lazy on the arrow tower.

But such a huge movement, it is impossible for none of the scouts guarding the periphery to notice. The gnoll guard stretched out his paw and scratched his cheek in confusion, and finally chose to turn around and kick his sleeping companion.

Seeing his suspicious companion opened his green eyes, the Wolfman guard grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over, motioning him to look in the direction of the eight fireballs.

The Gnoll guard who came back to his senses first sniffed the strange smell around him vigorously, then coughed a few times after being choked, and then reluctantly turned his gaze to the direction his companion pointed to.

"Devil...devil...is magic!" The knowledgeable wolf man guard instantly recognized the origin of the fireball, and then a deep fear flashed in his dark green pupils.

Obviously, the trembling wolf man's fear of the Faye has been deeply engraved in the deepest part of his soul.

Never mess with beings who can cast spells.

Countless painful experiences have told this Gnoll that the price of ignoring magic power is the extremely gorgeous ending in the gorgeous spells.

"Ow!"

A high-spirited wolf howl sounded in the arrow tower. The sound seemed to be an omen. All the wolf man patrols wandering around inside the camp suddenly paused, and then quickly gathered towards the gate.

The dozing Gnoll guards on the other arrow towers also shuddered violently, and began to look around vigilantly at their surroundings.

"Ow! Oooo! Oooo!"

When the knowledgeable Gnoll guards noticed the eight big fireballs that were almost turning red, the high-spirited and loud howls sounded again.

Although gnolls belong to the category of intelligent humanoid creatures, this legacy of transformation by demonic rituals also retains many animal instincts.

Their loud howls are like wolves wandering in the wilderness, and they can convey various messages according to the length and strength of the sound.

From the silhouettes of the gnoll camps who came out of the tent with their weapons in hand, and then hurriedly gathered together, it can be seen that the howling of wolves, which shook each other and shook the whole field, was definitely the highest level of alarm.

"Who the fuck is yelling! What the hell is going on!" A leader of Flynn's gnolls quickly climbed up the stairs to the first arrow tower that sounded the alarm, angrily yelling at the two gnolls who were curled up in the corner of the fence. questioned.

There were so many scouts arranged around the camp, but none of them made a sound. Instead, the highest alarm sounded from the arrow tower at the gate.

This made him wonder if the brains of these overslept fools suddenly flooded.

"Magic...magic..." The terrified Gnoll guard did not dare to look directly at the leader's angry pupils, but chose to stretch out his trembling paws and point to the red sky.

The leader of the wolf man immediately looked over. When his eyes locked on the red sky, his face changed suddenly, and his angry eyes were directly replaced by a touch of fear.

Afterwards, when he came back to his senses, he couldn't care less about why the scouts outside the camp didn't discover this situation first, but immediately yelled at the wolf man warriors who gathered first:

"Open the door, let me all rush out! Roll over and interrupt the caster's spell!"

He is a third-level Flinder Gnoll, and he has grown up to this day, naturally he has experienced countless battles, large and small, in the depths of the Great Sword Scar Mountains.

Similarly, as his vision gradually improved, he became more and more afraid of the terrible spells cast by wizards, whether it was the blizzard cast by the frost giant wizards of the hill giant tribe or the vicious witchcraft of the snake man tribe, even the weakest The kobold warlocks and goblin wizards all made him feel intimidated.

The terrifying energy jumping in the hands of these spellcasters is telling him: Be sure to stay away from those wizards who can cast spells!
Smelling the free sulfur smell in the air, the leader of the wolf man hurried down the stairs and walked towards the center of the camp.

To deal with the spellcaster, it is natural that the most powerful high priest of their hunting tooth tribe will take action.

It is definitely impossible for him to go to the caster to fight desperately.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

In the Gnoll camp, the heavy Heituomu gate slowly opened, and a large group of Gnoll warriors, Abyss Gnolls, and a few dire wolves rushed towards the direction of the red half sky amidst noisy roars.

500 meters distance.

It wasn't that far to a wolf man, but it was even more insignificant to a huge dire wolf.

With such a short distance, it only takes more than ten seconds to sprint at full strength.

"Roar!"

A Flinder Gnoll who was driving a dire wolf took the lead, pulling everyone away a long distance in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft!"

Just as the Flinder Gnoll on the back of the dire wolf gradually approached the caster, a howling arrow tore through the air and precisely penetrated his chest. The powerful inertial force instantly lifted his whole body from the ferocious The wolf's back flipped to the ground.

Flynn was spitting blood in the mouth of the jackal, and with the last bit of strength he looked up at the instigator who blocked him, a figure covered in a black cloak, and a fireball that had grown in size, and then his head tilted. Live.

"Roar!"

The fall of the master on his back did not cause any trouble to the dire wolf, but instead made its speed even faster.

When it was about to attack the target, its whole body was tense like an arrow leaving the string, ready to pounce towards the blocking figure.

——"One ring magic: Charm animals!"

However, the moment the dire wolf was about to attack, its scarlet pupils flickered suddenly, as if affected by something, the fierce light looking at the shadow immediately disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the dire wolf opened its bloody mouth wide, revealing its sharp fangs, turned around and rushed towards the large army of wolf men who were not yet approaching.

The ferocious wolf knights who followed were also attacked one after another. The moment the jackal man died, all the ferocious dire wolves turned their guns and charged into the crowd of jackals desperately under the influence of the magic spell.

——"Three-ring magic: plant growth!"

Just as this large group of gnolls were dealing with the sudden rebellion of the dire wolves, the weeds under their feet began to grow crazily under the influence of divine power.

In a short while, these weeds with only the tip of the grass on the ground tangled with each other at a speed visible to the naked eye to form a dense bush half the height of a person, temporarily trapping the crowd of jackals inside.

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

Immediately afterwards, the sound of thousands of sharp knives unsheathed in an instant echoed in the panicked crowd of wolves, and then all the overgrown bushes around them grew sharp spikes, and at the same time bent into terrible thorns, crazy During the swing, it tightly entangled all the jackals within the range.

The jackals who had no time to escape were immediately entangled by the thorns like rice dumplings, and the sharp spikes also pierced their leather armor, and plunged into the fragile flesh and blood, no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't get rid of it.

A shrill howl filled the deadly group of thorns, and the gnolls, whose throats and vitals were pierced by sharp spikes, fell to the ground and died one after another.

Most jackal warriors like to use heavy blunt weapons, such as maces, maces, flails and other weapons, so it is doomed that they cannot rely on their own strength to fight against this crazy thorn. break free.

Even if a few lucky gnolls carried sharp curved blades and broke free from the shackles, they still couldn't escape the precise point kills of the galloping arrows.

In just a moment, the group of wolf man warriors who rushed out of the camp first turned into bloody corpses.

The strong smell of blood could not be completely dispelled by the howling wind, but instead attracted a large group of ferocious vultures circling in the sky.

Seeing that the first batch of gnolls rushing up were all wiped out, Thorne subconsciously turned around and glanced at the nine-ring spell "Meteor Burst", which was still gathering strength, and immediately fixed his gaze on the direction of the gate of the gnoll camp.

At this time, as the sorcerer's spells continued to condense, the deep night became more and more red, and the gnolls in the camp were already in a mess like ants on a hot pot, and they all gathered towards the gate.

Obviously, most gnolls' fear of magic has penetrated into the deepest part of their souls, and their instinctive perception is constantly telling them that this spell is very dangerous, and the only way is to escape or interrupt the spellcaster's guidance.

——"Spell-like ability: Firewall!"

Just when the gathered gnolls were about to rush out, a curtain burning with purple flames jumped out, blocking the only gate of the camp that could be rushed out.

The burning wall of fire spit out fire waves, igniting all the jackals who tried to get close, turning into burning men howling crazily and rolling on the ground.

Thorn, who was standing in the distance, noticed the wolves who were temporarily blocked in the camp. He didn't dare to waste time, and immediately began to use various attack skills.

——"Three-ring Divine Art: Sandstorm!"

He took out a small handful of sand, and with the flashing light of the holy emblem, a violent sandstorm blew up among the crowd of wolves blocking the gate who dared not approach the fire wall, and the howling dust and turbid smoke also stopped the wolves people's sight.

——"Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Then, fireballs the size of washbasins emerged in Thorne's palm. Amidst the loud bang, the dark red fireballs mercilessly smashed into the violent sandstorm, and bursts of scorching flames suddenly burst out in the whirling wind. The waves, in a frantic rotation, burned all living gnolls.

Countless shrill howls filled the vicinity of the gate of the Gnoll camp.

Although these injuries were not fatal to the Gnoll, they successfully blocked them, buying the Warlock precious time to cast spells.

However, things did not go as smoothly as expected, because not all gnolls were afraid of this terrible flame, for example: Abyss gnolls.

This kind of wolf man transformed from the spirit of the devil is naturally highly resistant to fire damage. The damage of just a wall of fire is not enough except for burning marks on their mane. fatal.

More than 30 abyss gnolls who smashed through the crowd of wolves rushed out of the sea of ​​flames with their own swift speed, and immediately surrounded Thorne not far away.

Immediately afterwards, there were various terrifying supernatural abilities displayed by the abyss gnolls when they were about to approach Thorne.

——"Supernatural Ability: Abyss Gazing!"

- "Supernatural Ability: Devil's Howl!"

——"Supernatural ability: Yeenoghu's Claw!"

……

Scarlet eyes like an endless sea of ​​blood, giant claws exuding the breath of the abyss, screams that frighten the soul, etc. All kinds of strange abilities from the abyss, containing the desire for killing and endless anger, all overwhelming towards the cable Grace looms.

Facing more than 30 abyss gnolls who surrounded him, Thorne calmly put away the compound longbow and moved his hand to the hilt of the sword under the perfect resistance of the steel soul faction's counter skills. Stand where you are, motionless.

The invisible strong wind raised the cloak covering his whole body, making a hunting sound.

His thin body is like a young tree swaying wildly in the strong wind, it will be uprooted at any moment and disappear into the distant sky.

——"Scary momentum!"

When all the abyss gnolls grinned and prepared to tear his body apart, Thorne's eyes were fixed. At this moment, when he drew out two sharp blades, a suffocating murderous aura erupted all over his body instantly.

All the impacting figures of the abyss gnolls froze suddenly, and they all froze in place, and then they all showed fear, looking at Thorn's scarlet eyes, as if they saw something terrible, and they all fled in all directions in a panic.

There are even quite a few of them prostrate on the ground, holding their heads soaked in cold sweat with their claws, trembling.

The desert wind in Thorn's hand already has the function of deterring demons, but now with the special skills attached to his background expertise, under the superposition of this double deterrence, these abyss gnolls can't make waves in front of him at all.

As the two sharp blades in his hands flashed deadly sword lights in the dark red night, the fleeing gnolls fell to the ground one after another and died.

The last abyss gnoll even cut off his neck bone when he scratched his neck with too much force, causing the hairy head to have a piece of flesh attached to his neck, and the whole bloody head hung on his back like this On the ground, falling to the ground, combined with the dark red night, it was creepy.

Seeing that the enemies had been cleaned up, Thorn looked up, immediately raised his movement speed to the limit, and disappeared without a trace on the spot.

At the same time, the magician floating in mid-air looked at the condensed eight dark red fireballs, and reminded the vigilant paladin below: "Get out of the way, don't be affected by the spell."

The paladin looked stunned for a moment, and immediately withdrew his shocked gaze locked on Thorne, and quickly backed away.

Seeing the paladin away, the magician floating in midair looked coldly at the brightly lit camp of the gnolls.

She believed that as long as the nine-ring spell was smashed down.

Then, all humanoid creatures in the entire Great Sword Scar Mountain Range will understand one sentence: Never provoke those beings who can cast powerful spells!

In other words, this Stallman town, which shelters the tiefling race, will not be invaded for a long time.

——"Nine Rings Spell: Meteor Burst!"

The magician Anakeys floating in mid-air stretched out her arms, and then pointed towards the Gnoll camp.

Eight fireballs with huge power, dazzling like the sun exuded scorching heat, dragged a brilliant trail of smoke, spread out at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch, and evenly distributed towards every corner of the wolf camp. .

When the eight big fireballs were about to approach, the heat emitted instantly ignited the hairs of countless wolf men, and they turned into a series of ferocious fire men, fleeing crazily and rolling all over the ground.

The so-called 'Mao Duo Weak Fire! 'In the Gnoll camp, it was fully displayed.

Immediately afterwards, there are the special effects attached to "Flame Lash", "Hell's Wrath" and "Hellfire's Blood" in the tiefling blood feat.

When all the gnolls saw the fireball in the sky that was about to fall to the ground, they all seemed to see the hideous fiend of the deep hell, holding a flaming whip that exuded a strong sulfur breath and ruthlessly whipped on every inch of their flesh and blood.

The weak wolf man was frightened and crawled on the ground trembling, or ran around like a headless chicken, shouting and screaming.

The scorching air waves rushed towards them like mountains and seas. These howling gnolls seemed to be in a boundless and terrifying hell, and despair and helplessness began to permeate their hearts.

Gnolls are the most ferocious and wild humanoid race in the Great Swordscar Mountains. They are a terrible legacy of demonic power. Like demons, they have nothing like a conscience.

Now, they all showed their most cowardly and fearful sides, whimpering like begging for mercy.

However, no one will sympathize with them, which means that they will bloom under the most beautiful spell tonight.

"Boom!"

Eight big fireballs fell to the ground like meteors, and the roar resounded all over the field, deafening, and the flames and smoke rose into the sky.

Accompanied by the violent explosion, debris and debris in the camp flew across, like countless sharp arrows shooting out.

Among the successive explosions, piercing shrieks were mixed, so that the whole ground was shaking, the fiery flames were scurrying wildly, and the tongue of fire on the ground licked everything that could be ignited.

Countless jackals and all kinds of slaves screamed in despair, like ants on a hot pot, stepping on clusters of deadly flames that collapsed, and in the mournful cries, they turned into bodies wrapped in flames. Charred corpses.

The gnoll camp that had been wiped out by the nine-ring spell "Meteor Burst" was hopeless.

"Notify Ishak and the others that they can attack in an all-round way!"

The sorcerer Anakys floated on the ground, and explained to the paladin beside him with a very tired expression, then turned to Thorne who had already arrived by his side and said, "Get ready for battle immediately, do we have the last problem? solve."

"I see." Thorn nodded slightly, looking calmly at a large group of enemies rushing out of the camp.

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