Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 388 The Counterattack Ends
The all-out counterattack against the hobgoblin army, planned by Thorn and the Twilight Lord, quickly turned into a one-sided pursuit and defeat.

The surviving hobgoblin commanders immediately discovered that their hobgoblin priests, lizardman shamans, and bully frog casters had not played their due value in this large-scale defensive battle, and were directly captured by Twilight Town The strike team and half-elf rangers cleaned up.

They also found that the crude swords and tiny clubs and javelins of the lizardfolk and bullyrog allies were useless against the heavily armored fighters in the front ranks of the Twilight army.

Most of the soldiers in this army are professionals whose strength has reached extraordinary levels, which makes these rabble allies who have been tortured by the sun helpless to fight back.

At the same time, these hobgoblin fighters who had received formal training since they were young finally came out of the fear of the half-elf rangers, reorganized their defensive formation, and prepared to use their numerical advantages to resist the army of Twilight Town.

However, what they didn't expect was that the heavy cavalry regiment from Iron Horse Town appeared on the battlefield amidst the shocking sound of horseshoes.

Like a torrent of steel, they unleashed a deadly charge on the flanks of the hobgoblin formation.

In the absence of obstacles, tripping ropes, trenches, traps and other defensive means to resist.

This cavalry is like a sharp knife, wrapping in an unrivaled momentum to instantly pierce the last hope.

They not only broke up the formation that the hobgoblin warriors barely organized, but also defeated the dire wolves, ogres, dire apes, swamp monitor lizards and other large creatures that they relied on to break the formation.

At the same time, it broke everyone's nerves.

On the battlefield, lizardmen, bully frogmen and all kinds of slaves scattered with the hobgoblin army. They became at a loss in the chaos and could only howl and rush to death.

In the era of cold weapons, a stable formation is the basis for ensuring victory, and high morale is the key to victory. Once the psychological balance and organizational foundation of the enemy are destroyed, it is equivalent to winning.

Therefore, the fact that the hobgoblin army began to retreat generally meant that they had failed in this counterattack.

At this moment, without the suppression of the hobgoblin warriors, these humanoid creatures finally exerted their greatest advantage, which is the so-called chaotic nature.

A group of bullyrogs, blinded by the glare, slam into the Twilight army's defenses like headless chickens, with no chance of turning back.

The little goblin and the mighty ogre lost their lives in the trampling of each other.

The low-intelligence dire wolf clashed with the swamp monitor lizard, and the two sides grinned and scuffled together, and no one dared to go up to persuade the fight.

There were even some daring lizardfolk who swarmed up to Twilight's strike teams and half-elven rangers, and embraced the darkness in terror.

……

The heavy cavalry in Iron Horse Town are taking advantage of their speed to chase down and kill all the fleeing enemies as much as possible to expand the results of the battle.

However, most of the heavy cavalry had already dismounted to rest at the edge of the battlefield in the back and forth charge, accumulating energy and preparing to organize the next wave of charge.

As heavy cavalry, the thickness, toughness, strength and coverage of their full body armor must reach a certain level to ensure that the knight can withstand general slashing and bow and arrow damage.

Sufficient thickness and area caused huge weight, which sacrificed their mobility, resulting in increased physical exertion of knights and horses.

Twilight Town's army is still advancing steadily and flatly, slaughtering those enemies who turned back out of fear.

Although in this chaotic battlefield where the enemy army is fleeing, they can completely chase deserters freely and maximize the fruits of victory.

But an attack by the whole army means that their perfect formation will be completely messed up. Without the advantage of the formation, these top monsters who charge too deep unknowingly during the fight are likely to fall into the siege of deserters and lose their lives .

After all, the enemies seem to be fleeing, but they are still far outnumbered by Twilight's army.

And the reason why they ran away was precisely because of Twilight Town's steady push lineup that made it impossible for them to break through.

Therefore, what Twilight's army needs to play at this time is a bulldozer, not a lawnmower.

Facing the chaotic melee on the battlefield, Thorne was very cautious in every attack while wandering in the fringe area.

Although every time he swung the sharp blade in his hand, he enjoyed the thrill of feeling the blade cut across the flesh and blood of the enemy, but he would not lose his mind because of this, and become a violent, bloodthirsty and easy-to-kill person.

Because he is very aware of the threat of all humanoid creatures in the wilderness and the harm of war to their compatriots from other worlds, it is this knowledge that allows him to always maintain a very rational mind with ease.

In other words, every kill he makes now is not to enjoy the fun and hearty feeling brought by the slaughter, but to help the territory of the wilderness civilization from being destroyed and destroyed.

So he didn't feel any guilt about the war with these civilization destroyers.

From killing the hobgoblin challenger and the demon lizardman to rushing up the siege tower to kill the hobgoblin leader, he could feel his ranger's progress improving.

This undoubtedly showed him that the time for him to find the way of the ranger was getting closer and closer.

Thorn's sword flashed a scorching flame, and the last hobgoblin warrior in front of him fell dead, clutching his neck.

In just a moment, the enemies who tried to encircle him were cleared away again, so that there was a vacuum around him.

It didn't last long, though, as he found a swarm of bullyrogs ramming towards him like headless chickens.

The bully frogmen living in the bottomless swamp are only a little taller than dwarves, and the challenge level of an adult bully frogman is about level 1.

The main reason why these weak bullyrogs are lucky enough to become allies of hobgoblins rather than slaves is their strong reproductive ability.

If there are no natural enemies, a female bully frog can lay eggs twice a year, ranging from hundreds to thousands of eggs at a time.

Moreover, it only takes about a month for these eggs to successfully hatch into tadpoles. In two years, an adult bully frogman is born.

That is to say, when a female bully frog has enough food and no natural enemies, it only takes two years to develop into a tribe of thousands of bully frogs.

With such a powerful reproduction speed, both goblins and kobolds would lower their little heads in front of them.

Although the reproduction speed of bully frogmen is so powerful, in the chaotic bottomless swamp, not every egg can survive from tadpoles to adult bully frogmen, and most of them are used as food by swamp beasts or other natural enemies .

Even so, the number of bully frogmen in the bottomless swamp is still the largest. For hobgoblins, they are naturally suitable as cannon fodder for siege.

"Quack quack..."

When a large group of bully frogmen found Thorn's figure, there was a mess of frog croaking, which made people's eardrums hurt.

Although he doesn't understand the language of the bullrogren, he can still tell from the loud and clear calls that they are expressing joy and excitement to each other.

As a race that takes advantage of numbers, they naturally developed the characteristics of suppressing the enemy and bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

Therefore, when these bully frogmen with frog heads on their heads found that Thorn was the only one, they all rushed forward bravely, brandishing rough metal weapons and wooden sticks in their hands.

There were also several bully frogmen who took the opportunity to throw javelins tied with sharp stones at him.

Faced with the threat of a few javelins, Thorne easily dodged them, and if he wanted to, he could even reach out to catch them and return to his original owner.

But in that case, it seems that the efficiency of killing the enemy is too low.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Stance Skill): Flame Art!"

As a large group of wild frogmen croaking and screaming approached, Thorne was instantly enveloped in a barrier of flames within one meter of his body. The whole body is set on fire.

Accompanied by Thorne's constant movement, the bully frogmen screamed crazily, and the clothes and flesh on their bodies were scorched and disappeared in pieces of flame.

Thorne put away the flames and continued walking towards the center of the battlefield.

After a while, they encountered a group of lizardmen head-on.

The leading lizardman seemed to have just seen the tragic scene of Thorne burning a large group of bullyrogs in a short while, and immediately hissed a few times at the men behind him, and all the lizardmen behind were terrified.

Although the figure in front of them terrified a large group of lizardmen, the direction of the figure was the route leading to the bottomless swamp. If they turned back, they would probably continue to hunt down the Twilight Town army.

So the group of lizardmen who were chasing soldiers and blocking the way hesitated for a moment, then bit the bullet and continued to flee in the direction of Thorne.

They escaped very fast, but when the torrent formed by a group of fleeing lizardmen was about to rush in front of Thorne, it immediately split into two streams to the left and right, and Thorne standing in place seemed to be part of a torrent. water reef.

Faced with this situation, Thorne naturally waved the two swords in his hands unceremoniously.

Lethal sword lights flickered one after another, blood spattered one after another, and the surrounding lizardmen fell to the ground one after another.

A lizardman who failed to escape in time tripped over a stone and looked at the ranger who was approaching with a sword. He desperately covered his head and face with his arms and shivered. The final result was that his arms and body were separated by the sword. .

Thorne charged back and forth among the fleeing lizardmen, and none of the lizardmen could block his blow, and none of the lizardmen could escape unscathed after entering his death radius.

the other side of the battlefield.

The berserk savage Gehao swung his clinking machete and spun around, and with this wide-ranging attack, slaughtered a group of wild frogmen who besieged him. The sharp blade burst into layers of blood as he moved. .

The bully frogs surrounding the barbarian all wanted to take advantage of his turning to attack and beat Sap.

But whenever the barbarians turned around and saw the blood-splattered and mad face, the only thing they could think of was to turn around and run away.

The barbarian with a fanatical smile on his face rushed to another target, and the hobgoblin who was under attack quickly raised his fine steel shield to resist.

"boom!"

With the force from the machete, the hobgoblin, whose body was knocked out, stared in disbelief at the shield that was dented and unusable.

When he looked up at the barbarian, a knife blade that shone blood-red in the sun fell into his widened pupils.

"call out!"

Suddenly, a scorching wind brushed past the barbarian's ear, startling him so much that he stopped his attack.

When the hobgoblin who survived the disaster was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the galloping sharp arrow precisely pierced the armor covering his chest and pointed directly at his heart.

When he was dying, he saw that the streamlined arrow feathers were still trembling slightly in his chest.

"Damn it! Who is taking Lao Tzu's head!"

The savage, who was secretly frightened, touched his unharmed ears, saw the sharp arrow in the hobgoblin's chest, turned around and roared in the direction of the arrow.

"... This deadly accuracy is terrifying."

Seeing the half-elf ranger covered by a cloak not far away, the savage personality narrowed his eyes, muttered something in a low voice, and then continued to search for his next target with a machete in his hand.

However, just as he was roaring and rushing towards a screaming bullyrog, another arrow, flashing with fire and arcing, scared him so much that he jumped to the other side.

The terrified bullyrog was still standing there, he lowered his head, his two big eyeballs that were gradually dimming wanted to see the arrow poked into his body, but all he saw was a bloody hole piercing through his chest.

So he stretched out a finger into the blood hole, trying to stop the gushing blood, and then fell on his back without a sound.

The very depressed barbarian was carrying a machete, glared at the half-elf ranger not far away, and said, "Hey! Ranger, are you the one who steals heads like you?"

"I wish you a good time." Thorn who was passing by put away his weapon, no longer teasing the barbarian, but gave him a strange look, then shrugged, turned and left.

After all, a person's physical strength is limited, and he is no exception.

With Twilight Town's full-scale counterattack, he almost wiped out the more threatening spellcasters, and he was not interested in facing these miscellaneous fish.

The barbarian stretched out his hands to ruffle his messy hair, and when he was bewildered by the ranger's strange behavior, his keen intuition made him feel a figure approaching him behind him.

The moment he turned around, he immediately found that a bully frogman with amazing jumping ability had swung the wooden stick in his hand and smashed at his head with a condescending momentum.

"Crack!"

The stick hit the barbarian's head and broke in two. The ignorant bullyrog stared at the other stick in his hand in disbelief, and stupidly chose to look up at the barbarian, as if to see his Why is the forehead so hard.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the head of the poor bully frog was smashed into a smashed watermelon by the furious barbarian's heavy knife attack.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Thorn dragged his tired body to the tower of Twilight Town.

Looking around, the chaotic battlefield is like a hell on earth, with gunpowder smoke floating in the air, the air is filled with a disgusting bloody smell, and the remains of various humanoid creatures are everywhere under the tower.

When he noticed that Twilight Town's army, which seemed to be a solid wall, was advancing to the edge of the forest, he knew that the war was drawing to a close.

(End of this chapter)