Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 378 Duel
A round of red sun rises slowly, and the overflowing brilliance pours on the magnificent siege equipment and towering armor of the hobgoblin army, as if dyed with a touch of orange, reflecting dazzling brilliance under the towers of Twilight Town .

The sunshine of the flowering moon is the most pleasant light in all seasons. It does not have the slight coldness of early spring, the heat of midsummer, the bleakness of late autumn and the bitterness of winter. breath of hope.

However, it is difficult for everyone in Twilight Town to feel the warmth of the sunshine at this time. They are more like shuddering chills emanating from the deepest part of their hearts.

"Woooooooo..."

The passionate battle horns were sounded, and under the towers of Twilight Town, rows of hobgoblin troops with uniform military appearance, overwhelming lizardmen, bully frogmen, and countless driven slaves rushed up like a tide.

Looking around, there are evil invaders all over the mountains and plains.

They gathered together to whisper and roar wantonly, always thinking about how to find the most favorable position for charging and slaughtering more fresh lives.

But these movements are kept to a minimum.

Because the hobgoblin warriors with neat military appearance on the outermost edge are ticking blood swords in their hands, they have already proved to everyone the fate of disrupting order.

At this time, a hobgoblin army leader in dark black full body armor with blood red stripes stood on the top of the siege tower facing the bright sunshine under the breeze, raised the bloody beheading axe in his hand, and looked at All the guards on the tower of Twilight town roared:

"Listen up, two-legged ants in Twilight Town, the Sixth Legion of the hobgoblins of Hruk has surrounded your town, and surrendering is your best choice.

Otherwise, on the day the city is broken, all rebels will use the bloody beheading ax to bring you the most painful cry in the depths of your soul under the witness of the mighty Magrubie, and the final victory will be forever Belongs to the Hobgoblin of Hruk! "

"For the glory of the Almighty!" The head of the hobgoblin army of the Sixth Army roared hissingly.

"For the glory of the Mighty One!" The loud shouts spread rapidly, from the front row of the neatly dressed hobgoblin warriors to the last row, the voices of countless hobgoblin warriors all converged into the hobgoblin army commander's shout.

"For the glory of Ramanos, the god of bully frogs, kill them all!"

"Slaughter everything for the feast of the demon lord Seth Inek!"

At this moment, not only all the hobgoblins were boiling under the towers of Twilight Town, but also their allies, lizardmen and bully frogmen, were also affected by this fanatical and pious atmosphere. Under the leadership of their respective shaman leaders, they shouted for themselves The name of the deity.

The crazy shouts continued, and amidst the wild shouts that resounded throughout the world, the guards on the towers of Twilight Town were completely calm.

Obviously, they have long been accustomed to the pre-war declarations of the invaders.

As a race with pious beliefs and the protection of gods, it means that they have inherent advantages in the Emerald Field.

The declaration of shouting in unison before the battle can not only provide them with a fearless momentum, but also make them feel that their gods are watching these devout believers from a distant unknown place when they call the names of the gods.

The frenzied shouting stopped at the moment when the head of the hobgoblin army raised the beheading ax high into the sky.

All hobgoblin warriors focused their eyes on the head of the legion, quietly waiting for him to give orders.

It seems that as long as he gives an order, the overwhelming intruders will flood the Twilight Town located in the Emerald Field like a raging tide.

As the warm spring breeze blew by, the scarlet cloak behind the hobgoblin leader fluttered gently.

He held tightly the sharp ax that symbolizes the glory of the mighty, enjoying the glory of being watched by countless people.

As the Hobgoblin Hruk entrenched in the Forest of Tranquility, as the head of the Hobgoblin Army of the Sixth Legion, he is unfortunate, but also very lucky.

Unfortunately his legion was nearly half-paralyzed and collapsed by the odious half-elves, demon rangers, and stalkers of the silent path.

If he hadn't known the news of the hateful half-elf ranger fighting in the camp in advance, and made the most correct choice, he would hide in his room.

Then, he is very likely to follow in the footsteps of the other five hobgoblin legion commanders, and did not die on the glorious battlefield, but died very aggrieved in his own territory.

This is undoubtedly a very shameful way of death for all hobgoblins who regard war as glory.

Although he saved his life because of his cleverness, his army was completely dispersed, causing other legions to stare at him, looking for a chance to annex him at any time, so he was really unlucky.

But because of this, he got a blessing in disguise, because the other five legions were scattered by the hateful half-elf ranger, and finally, under the wise decision of the hobgoblin leader, he helped him successfully gather the remnants of the five legions under his command.

This wise decision made him once the most powerful army in the hobgoblin tribe of Hruk, and thus won the opportunity to attack Twilight Town.

Now, this tiny Twilight Town has been surrounded by the army he sent, and he has also cut off all their reinforcements and escape routes.

As long as he keeps driving the slaves away and uses the lizardmen and bullyrog allies in the bottomless swamp to consume the town's vitality from time to time every day, it is only a matter of time before this stubborn town is captured.

As long as Twilight Town is successfully taken down, he will be the most beautiful army leader in the Horuk hobgoblin tribe!
Watching the siege tower pushed forward slowly by the ogre slaves, the hobgoblin warriors changing their charge formation, and listening to their terrifying cheers, the head of the hobgoblin army couldn't help laughing happily.

Because these cheers are bloodthirsty cries, it shows that his warriors are hungry for the blood and heads of Twilight Town, eager for frenzied battle.

Just as he was about to swing the beheading ax to launch a full-scale attack, a burly figure standing on the battlements appeared on the tower of Twilight Town.

I saw him with a mocking face, naked upper body showing explosive muscles tangled, and a machete inlaid with a ring on his broad shoulders, and a thunderous thunder sounded from his vulgar voice. Like a rant:

Head of the Sixth Legion of Hruk Hobgoblins, please listen to me!
We in Twilight Town learned that you hobgoblin mobs were once human slaves in the Black Pearl Forest and were proficient in human swordsmanship.Therefore, we believe that your miscellaneous swordsmanship is just the surface of our human martial arts, and the status of master and apprentice has already been determined as early as 300 years ago in the turbulent years.

If you scumbag hobgoblins cherish the glory of your shit god morons going to your mother's door, stop attacking and walk down the siege tower, we Twilight warriors are willing to fight you scumbag hobgoblin warriors with swords One-on-one official duels.

In the presence of your shit gods, let all of us in Twilight see if all the strategy, victory, glory, fame and dominance you yell about all day is not bragging, is it right for you The bullshit gods are devout enough.

Similarly, we will use the honor of the soldiers to guarantee that if we are defeated by the swords of you hobgoblins, all of us in Twilight Town will stop resisting immediately and give you hobgoblins a siege.

Rogue hobgoblins, did you hear that?
Hobgoblins, are you scared?
Hairy hobgoblins, are you backing down?
(End of this chapter)