Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 380 Tentacles
"Visala, you are only a second-level warlock, this kind of duel is not suitable for you." Seeing the woman in red appeared, Sarayang glanced at the wandering bear goblins clamoring below the tower, with a slightly dignified expression. persuaded.

A second-tier spellcaster is still at a low-level level. Facing a third-tier rogue who is good at sneak attack and stealth, he thinks it is impossible for the opponent to deal with it easily.

Instead of this, it's better to reserve your strength to meet the upcoming battle, and it would be a pity to waste the spells you have mastered here.

"Who told you that I'm a second-level warlock." The red-clothed woman Weisara snorted coldly, her pretty face with a slightly frosty face didn't seem to want to pay attention to the lord.

She reached out and brushed the hair on her forehead, then turned and shifted her gaze to the bugbear wanderer below the tower.

"So you have given up on the perfect advanced mission." Sarayan was taken aback, and immediately understood the true meaning of the woman in red's words, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Twilight Town's high-end combat power is not very much, and these people have been stuck at the peak of the second level for the sake of more perfect advanced tasks, and they have always refused to choose to upgrade.

One of the most typical representatives is the warlock Vesara. Since she does not have any part-time job, her warlock level is the fastest one in Twilight Town.

Because of this, when she raised her level to level ten, in order to achieve the perfect advanced task, she has been focusing on meeting various harsh conditions, which has caused her level to stagnate.

As a war lord, Sarayan naturally knew how difficult the advanced task was. Expertise and experience points were not very difficult for high-level people like them.

As long as they have enough time and patience, it is not difficult to train a few specialties. Most people can master these abilities through hard training like the original residents.

But background expertise is the first obstacle that prevents everyone from reaching the hero level, because it is an additional ability that can only be acquired by participating in major events, special challenges, or some kind of accumulation.

Even though Twilight Town has launched many counter-offensives and defenses against Gnolls and Lizardmen since its establishment, there are very few people who can successfully obtain background specialties.

The only time he got it was the war to expel the Gnolls half a year ago.

The second obstacle is even more difficult, because this is a kind of cultivation aimed at the state of mind.

Some people may have an instant epiphany like a savage, and some people can only rely on a half-life monk like Master Deadwood to break through the inexplicable and unclear state of mind.

In short, it is almost impossible for a person who wants to cultivate his state of mind to perfection and achieve a perfect advancement in a short period of time. This kind of practice is based on years, and it is even possible to be stuck for a lifetime.

Moreover, Sarayan learned from the conversation with the Druid Thornwalker in the Emerald Garden that even among the original inhabitants of this world, those who can achieve a perfect state of mind are rare.

Of course, if they can really cultivate it to perfection, then these people will undoubtedly have the most stable path to the Legend of Destiny in the future.

This is also the real reason why most people in Twilight Town attach so much importance to this news after they know it.

The Legend of Destiny is the ultimate path that every professional yearns for.

Even he himself had the idea of ​​leading to the legend many times, but unfortunately he is very aware of his abilities and responsibilities, and he also understands the consequences of pursuing the perfect advancement.

Now he can only retreat and automatically ignore the task of state of mind.

Even so, he still lacks the completion of a background specialty.

Therefore, Sarayan felt very lucky that the warlock in front of him could see the future clearly. After all, he didn't want most people to go to a dead end and eventually lose their lives due to lack of strength.

"Some people are born to compete for the first place, and some people are born to be inferior. Some people enjoy the road to the strong, and some people take pleasure in taking it easy. It can only be said that everyone Everyone has their own way of living."

Vesara's expression slowed down, and then she let out another low, inaudible sigh, and then suddenly turned her gaze to Thorn, and she immediately joked with a slightly playful smile after changing her face quickly:
"Hey! Isn't this little sister Andrina's little lover? It's been a long time. I'll come over to play with you later."

After the slightly teasing words were finished, Weisara jumped lightly before Thorne could answer, and Miaoman's delicate body landed firmly on the ground under the blessing of the "floating technique".

Watching the figure of the other party walking down the tower to challenge the rogue bear, Thorn became a little interested, because it could be said that this was the first time he saw the battle of the third-tier warlocks in their player group.

He still has a little impression of the sorceress in front of him, after all, the two had a real fight back then.

The only thing that puzzled him was what was the relationship between the other party and Anderina?
From the previous conversation between the two, Thorne could tell that she and Anderina looked very familiar.

But he could vaguely feel that Anderina didn't seem to like having too much contact with her.

"Tsk tsk tsk...Look who's down here, I didn't expect it, it turned out to be this old lady, Weishala..." At this time, the barbaric personality with his upper body naked came over, and before he could finish speaking, he was caught by Sarayang. He glanced at him, and immediately kept his mouth shut.

Hearing the sound, Thorne subconsciously turned to look at the barbarian with a mocking face.

Immediately, it was found that the guy's abdomen, stabbed by the hobgoblin, had slowly stopped bleeding, and there were no traces of treatment.

"Could it be that he has mastered a specialty similar to regeneration?" Thorn secretly guessed in his heart, and then cast his gaze downward again.

At this time, with the arrival of the sorceress Vesala, the roaring bear goblin wanderer seemed to be as excited as seeing a prey. With a low growl, he immediately waved the adamantine claws installed in both hands, at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, It rushed towards the weaker body of the warlock.

This is the gap between the high-end combat power of wilderness humanoids and civilized settlements.

If the sorceress Weisara is facing a rogue from a civilized settlement who has been trained for many years and has reached the third-tier hero level, then the first thing she will have to face is how to guard against the rogue's unpredictable and erratic behavior Sneak attack.

Because fighting with rogues who are proficient in concealment and sneak attack, if you are not careful, you may be successfully attacked by the opponent, and you will lose your life instantly.

For this, Thorne has a deep understanding.

When he was exploring the ruins of the Holy City of Dragonborn with Anderina and the others, Anderina was almost assassinated by a Ratman rogue who was proficient in shadow raids, and he was able to do so only after exchanging injuries for injuries. Successfully kill the opponent.

But in the face of bear goblin rogues with low intelligence, there is no need to worry too much.

First of all, almost none of their rogue strength has undergone systematic professional training, and they are completely improved by racial talent.

Compared with their player group, most of them belong to the advanced level with the lowest degree of completion in the advanced tasks, which indirectly leads to the fact that they have few professional abilities. This is also the main reason why Thorne can open Wushuang in the hobgoblin camp.

If he broke into a civilized settlement dominated by intelligent races, and the third-tier professionals he faced were mainly intelligent races such as humans and elves.

It is impossible for him to come and go so arrogantly, and it is very possible to be killed by the opponent if he is a little careless.

Just like in the Rezim King City in the Underdark region, let him face three or four third-tier drow warriors at the same time, using the desert wind strike technique "Flame Star", which is a natural restraint against them, and the protection of the ring of protection Under the premise of the force field, he can still handle it, but the number of people he encounters is too many, and he can only escape.

The second is that races with low intelligence like bear goblins hardly consider any cunning tactics when fighting, because in their eyes, most of the judgments to distinguish the strength of the enemy are based on the size and number of the enemy.

When they encounter large humanoid creatures like ogres and hill giants, they will also judge the strength gap between the two sides, and instinctively make the choice of retreating or attacking.

When facing a human body that is one size smaller, they will only rush forward with more excitement.

After all, he is a third-tier rogue, and the enemy is just a human, so in the eyes of the bear goblin rogue, this is a duel that must be won.

Facing the surprise attack of the bear goblin rogue, the sorceress Veshara remained very calm.

With the bugbear fast approaching, she unhurriedly removed a handful of pulverized squid beaks and a dried deep-sea squid sucker.

As the sorcerer chanted the obscure and difficult spell in a low voice, a gust of spell wind suddenly rose around Vesara, blowing her long black hair draped over her shoulders.

——"Five-ring spell: black water tentacles!"

The moment the goblin wanderer pounced within ten meters of Vesala, a tentacle as thick as a baby's arm, as if created by black water drawn from the deepest trench, stopped the goblin bear's footsteps.

And under the control of the caster's slender fingers, it flexibly wrapped around the bear goblin wanderer's calf, and then slid up his fluffy body like a poisonous snake, until it strangled his neck, and then tightened suddenly .

"Uuuuuuu..."

The bear goblin rogue lying on the ground kicked his legs on the ground, waving his sharp adamantine claws in an attempt to cut off the tentacles, but unfortunately adamantine claws did not have the slashing attribute, so all his struggles were futile.

In just a moment, the goblin bear, whose face was purple from being strangled by the tentacles, tilted his neck with a slight 'click' sound, and he couldn't die any more.

"Beautiful!" The savage personality Hao Hao who was watching the battle on the tower suddenly exclaimed, and under Sarajan's frowning eyes, he opened the map cannon again towards the position of the head of the hobgoblin army:
"Scattered goblins, is this all you can do? No way, you are too rubbish! You are worthy of the rubbish people of the gods and imbecile..."

"Visara is not very good at anything else, but she has a soft spot for tentacles in the conjuration department, and she plays the subject of tentacles clearly. What malicious tentacles, extended tentacles, shadow tentacles, black tentacles, etc. She is very fluent in spells like tentacles."

Seeing the leader of the hobgoblin army trembling with anger, the savage personality Howe walked up to Thorne again, and started talking familiarly.

"It seems that you know this very well." Thorne looked at the cheap-mouthed barbarian and replied with a half-smile.

As a spellcaster, no matter what the situation is, whoever he faces, he will almost always keep a few hole cards. This is the most prominent among the original residents, and it is also the same among their player groups.

And the other party was able to understand the spells of the warlock so much, and said it to an outsider without any scruples. Coupled with his own taunting physique, he seemed to understand the main reason why this barbarian knew so well.

"Of course, as the only person in Twilight Town who has tasted all the tentacles, no one knows what it's like to be tied up by tentacles better than him." The bandaged Horat walked up to Thorn and said with a smile.

"Gehao, don't you know what misfortune comes out of your mouth? Didn't the frost tentacles leave a deep impression on you last time?" Then, Horat reminded the barbarian kindly.

"I... am not afraid of her. Now that my strength has reached the third level, those little tentacles are useless to me." The barbarian glared at Horat, curled his lips in disdain, and said indifferently.

"Really? I heard that Visara recently bought a lot of salamander scales in Winter City. I guess they have researched some kind of flame tentacles." Horat shook his head slightly, ignoring the stubborn barbarian, and walked to Thorn Beside him, he said in a relaxed tone:

"Do you know how serious this guy's taunting physique is? Last month, I went to the wizard meeting in Winter City with him to buy materials, and then he glanced at the passing female wizard with his thieves, but what did the other party say? Without saying anything, I turned him into a cute little frog, and was almost trampled to death by me, and I didn't recover until three days later."

"I don't mean anything malicious, I'm just curious about how that witch who didn't wear any clothes covered herself with water as clothes. Besides, I didn't see anything at the time." The barbarian shrank his eyes with lingering fear, and immediately retorted dissatisfied.

"Anyway, I advise you to stay far away when you see Weishala in the future. Whenever your two eyes meet, I will immediately see the miserable appearance of you being entangled into a rice dumpling by a tentacle."

"..." The barbarian who was told of the pain lost his expression, unable to refute the other party's words.

Following Horat's joking words to the barbarians, the originally extremely tense confrontation atmosphere on the tower became cheerful.

The solemn faces of the guards also showed a bit of relaxed expression, and their gazes towards the hobgoblin camp became more determined.

Thorne was not interested in their conversation, but kept looking at the sunny sky and the hobgoblin camp.

Hobgoblin faction.

The head of the hobgoblin army, whose body trembled slightly from the savage anger, took a deep breath, tried his best to keep a clear mind, and began to think seriously about how to deal with the situation in front of him.

As the most devout believer of the Almighty, a hobgoblin who advocates military exploits and war, in the face of the enemy's wanton provocation, the Hruk hobgoblin must not back down.

The legion leader pondered for a while, then turned his gaze to the camp of the bully frogmen, and said, "Clan Chief Bryce Spinnie, this human spellcaster is entrusted to you."

Although the bully frogmen and lizardmen are their allies on the surface, to the hobgoblins, they are just cannon fodder higher than those captured slaves.

Therefore, the head of the hobgoblin army believes that in the current situation, the best choice is to let these cannon fodder allies consume the high-end power of Twilight Town.

After all, according to information, there are not many powerful professionals in Twilight Town, as long as their strength is exhausted, see what they use to provoke.

Besides, the time is still long, which means that this besieged town can be played by him slowly.

"No problem! Quack~"

A grey-green-skinned bullyrog jumped off a gigantic giant frog mount, holding two adamantine daggers bestowed by the hobgoblin, and ran towards the human spellcaster.

With the jumping and running of the bully frogman, under the control of the warlock, the black water tentacles that had not yet disappeared started to move again, like a whip, with bursts of cracking sound towards the bully frogman.

However, to Weisala's surprise, this bully frogman was very flexible. He jumped up directly, using the extended tentacles as a path to approach her, and his agile figure ran wildly along the swinging tentacles.

Immediately afterwards, the moment the bully frog was about to approach Vesala, he jumped up, and with his amazing jumping ability, he instantly appeared above the warlock.

—— "Four Rings Spell: Shadow Tentacle!"

Just when the bully frogman who jumped in mid-air was about to stab Vesala with two sharp gold daggers, five tentacles formed by condensed shadow energy burst out of the ground, swinging wildly towards the bully frogman.

The limbs of the bully frogman, who had no time to escape, were tightly bound in the air. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately opened his big mouth full of fangs, and spit out a tongue that shone with green light, towards the spellcaster who was manipulating the tentacles. attack.

However, what he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to have detected his trump card in advance, and the last tentacle that had been waiting for a long time was quickly dispatched, entangled with the bully frog's long tongue, forming a dead knot.

The frequency of the bullyrog's struggle, which was permeated by the cold shadow energy, gradually slowed down. Finally, at the moment when the female sorceress Vesala put her fingers together and separated them suddenly, the tentacles that had stopped swinging were pulled in five directions respectively.

In the pull of the shadow tentacles, the poor bully frogman was as miserable as being divided by five horses. Unfortunately, his tongue was torn off at the first time, so that he couldn't make the final shrill frog cry, and he died.

"..."

With the death of the leader of the bully frogmen, the barbarian's crazy taunts sounded again in the ear of the hobgoblin leader with a livid face.

The unmoved legion leader first ordered his subordinates to suppress the bully frogs who rioted due to the death of the leader, and then looked at the tentacles that had not disappeared on the battlefield, as if thinking of something, he immediately cast his eyes on A slippery Kou Tao murloc.

(Eh, it's the end of the month, big guys, beg for a monthly pass with the cheek)

(End of this chapter)