Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 441 Abnormal Creature
Somewhere in the wasteland of Emerald Fields.

A hobgoblin scout in blood-red striped leather armor looked around vigilantly, making records in his mind, and analyzing something at an extremely fast speed.

Two fallen birch trees, with claw and tooth marks on their bark, must have been done by an ogre, whose purpose was only for the eggs in the nest, for he could not climb them.

In the Emerald Field, only the ogre and these stupid guys can't climb trees. It's more efficient for them to dig out two bird eggs than to chase a wild boar.

The hobgoblin scout looked away.

A pile of branches scattered on the dirt road. From the three-toed footprints left on the ground, it can be seen that a group of kobolds discarded them when they fled. They should be chased by three trolls, and it happened not long ago matter.

The hobgoblin scout sniffed the scent left in the air. He could smell the rotting moss that was unique to trolls.

Obviously, all three trolls must be wearing dirty moss-covered shawls.

The method of making this kind of shawl is very simple, and there is almost no cost. You only need to take a bath or roll in the sticky mud puddle, and a dirty and muddy cloak is ready.

This cloak not only provides them with defense, but also helps them survive the summer tide moon heat and annoying mosquito bites.

Afterwards, the hobgoblin scout continued to look at other places.

On the left side of the road, there is a gap created by rainwater, and a lot of sand and sand have been washed onto this road that looks like it leads to the town of Falls.

It's a small obstacle, but it's not a big problem, as long as the wheels of the first carriage run over, the following carriages will follow, the hobgoblin scout thought to himself.

On the right side of the road, there is a clearing surrounded by birch trees, where there are still piles of ash from last night, which looks very suitable for camping and resting.

Standing on tiptoe, the hobgoblin scout who stretched his neck to look inside the woodland nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing the ashes and rivets left by the campfire inlaid a hole no bigger than a thumb in the ground, he seemed to have got the answer he wanted.

Then, he walked cautiously towards the north along the vague traces of carriages on the road. He believed that this extremely hidden path could definitely lead to the town of Falls.

The road cuts off abruptly halfway up the mountain, disappears into a sandy valley, and then winds through the crooked-neck pine on the hillside.

The hobgoblin scout left the road, climbing up a steep hill to get a better view of his surroundings.

Looking around, there is an open area on the other side of the hill.

However, he found another particularly conspicuous place in the wilderness.

In a grove of birches and firs, there appeared a mass of charred and blackened trunks, no doubt left over from a fire, which had occurred in recent days.

It's no surprise that fires in Emerald Fields are a regular occurrence.

A fire that was extinguished?

Looking at the lush green bushes and weeds around the fire, a figure that frightened him appeared in the mind of the hobgoblin scout as if uncontrollably.

There were many traces of this kind of fire burning in the Forest of Tranquility by a half-elf ranger who had the honor of being a firefighter.

Could it be he who let it go?But, the hobgoblin scout thought, none of this matters anymore, yes, not at all.

He continued to look north, and as far as he could see the line looked clear, leading directly to Fallstown.

The hobgoblin scouts withdrew their eyes from the snow-capped Mount Varnas, walked down the steep hillside, and walked towards the dense bushes.

His scouting mission was done.

Obviously, this path hidden in birches and firs is definitely the main road for the refugees in the Emerald Fields, and he will go back to report this important discovery.

As usual, the weather in the Emerald Fields was clear, with just a few wisps of white clouds languidly accompanying the furnace-like sun.

A group of screaming vicious vultures flew from the direction of the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range, flew to the Emerald Field, and disappeared deep in the dense forest.

They should have gone to enjoy the shade.

Of course, it is also possible to smell the breath of death and corruption.

"It's here. After my careful observation, this place must be an important channel for those refugees to transport supplies to Waterfall Town."

The hobgoblin scout led a group of people to the place he had just scouted, and showed an evil smile to their scout leader: "As long as we ambush here, we will definitely be able to ambush that convoy and get unexpected gains."

Speaking of harvest, the hobgoblin scout involuntarily touched the hilt of his waist and the light crossbow. He longed for a glorious battle to increase his merits.

In the past few days, the Temple of the Mighty One located in the Forest of Tranquility has shown miracles to their tribe one after another for unknown reasons.

Miracle!
For the Almighty, he has never seen it once in his life.

What did the miracle bring?Of course it is a blessing from the Almighty.

This also led to the strength of their tribe becoming stronger and stronger, even surpassing the tribes in the northern wilderness who have been fighting with orcs all year round.

Therefore, as long as he can complete this ambush beautifully today, the accumulated military exploits will satisfy the opportunity to go to the Temple of the Mighty One to obtain blessings.

And use this to gain powerful power, and then he can use his strong strength to slaughter more refugees and earn more military exploits in the upcoming decisive battle.

Possessing military exploits, honorary ranks, and the Magrubie Medal, even if he died in battle, his soul would bring them to join the mighty one's army in the Shura plane again.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is too rare to come across, and he doesn't want to miss this one.

In the Temple of the Mighty One, the most direct way to show miracles is to increase the strength of the individual, and the scout captain standing in front of him obtained it in this way.

The hobgoblin scout looked enviously at the approaching captain, waiting for his reply.

The captain's already tall and straight body was a head taller than him, and even stronger than the goblin bear behind him.

His face has completely turned dark red, just like his big nose.

His flaxen hair turned into an oppressive dark black.

The most important thing is that the surface of his body is also covered with a layer of natural exoskeleton armor, which is stronger than the standard equipment of their tribe.

At least he has no way to smash it.

As long as I complete this ambush, I can also obtain this kind of power, the hobgoblin scout has some expectations in his heart.

"Very good." The scout captain let out a low growl from his throat, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

Then his crimson eyes scanned around, and he nodded in satisfaction to the scout with fiery eyes.

Then he waved his hand towards the subordinates beside him, and walked to the position conducive to ambush first, followed by others.

It was he who first came up with the idea of ​​ambushing the convoy of refugees heading for Fallstown.

Facts have proved that this method is very effective. At least in the past few days, he brought his elite subordinates to cause great losses and troubles to these people.

The scout captain threw the scarlet cloak behind him, and led a few of his men towards the bushes on both sides of the road.

"call out!"

Suddenly, the inaudible sound of arrows piercing the air burst out from the dense bushes.

The scout captain was the first to notice the movement. After being strengthened by the blessing of the temple, he became extremely sensitive to everything.

"There is an ambush here!"

At the moment when the arrow sounded, the captain of the scout caught the sharp arrow galloping in an instant, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Unfortunately, this sharp arrow was so fast that he had no way to remind his subordinates.

The only thing he was lucky about was that the arrow was not aimed at himself.

"Pfft!"

Without any accident, the captain of the scout heard the sound of sharp arrows piercing the flesh, and at the same time saw the unlucky one who was hit by the arrow.

The person shot by the arrow was the scout who reported the specific situation here to him just now, and he was paying the heaviest price in his life for his mistake.

What was inserted into his body was an 'Arrow of Silence', inlaid with long and thin black feathers, and grooves were made on the shaft to make it less prone to bending and lighter in weight.

The sharp triangular arrow hit the unlucky guy's back with great force, piercing the middle between the left shoulder blade and the spine.

The arrow is designed at a special angle, and after being shot into the body, the tip of the arrow will spin deep like a screw, destroying muscle tissue, cutting blood vessels, and shattering bones.

He is too familiar with this kind of arrow, because it was made by the hobgoblin.

"Could it be that another team was killed?" The scout captain's expression changed, and he immediately drew out his long sword, beckoning his subordinates who had just reacted to prepare for the battle.

However, a scene that shocked him happened.

A burly orc like him jumped out of the bushes like a feline, and a long sword in his hand that shone faintly golden in the sun flashed a deadly cold light.

The Lizardman Stalker didn't even have time to scream, the frightened lizard's head flew into the dust, its stiff body was like a severed tree, and it fell to the ground in a daze, not even having the chance to convulse. No.

At the same time, the shadow behind the Ursa who was covered in armor suddenly distorted, and a man in black with long withered white hair appeared strangely.

In the long hair lifted by the breeze, a gleaming dagger pierced through the protective part of the goblin bear's helmet at a tricky and strange angle, and was deeply nailed into his head.

The goblin bear screamed and backed up again and again. The dagger stuck in his head made him look like he had an extra horn. He waved his hands indiscriminately, and then fell on his back to the ground, his heavy armor splashing dust all over the floor.

Immediately afterwards, another elf with two scimitars jumped out from the bushes on the other side, and the scimitar reflected dazzling light in the sun and pointed at a hobgoblin scout whose sword hadn't been drawn yet.

The hobgoblin scout who was caught off guard screamed in panic, and drew out his long sword to try to resist.

"Clang clang clang!"

Accompanied by the flickering flashes of swords, lights and swords, the wobbly hobgoblin scout covered the bubbling deep wound on his neck with his hands, bent his legs, and fell into the blood-soaked dust.

"Cuck!"

Loud frog cries resounded in the wilderness, a bully frogman in crocodile leather armor dropped the bow and arrow in his hand, his powerful hind leg muscles contracted instantly, and then kicked hard, his agile jumping ability made him instantly match The teammates opened a distance of more than 20 meters and successfully escaped the deadly killing intent.

"Roar!"

Just as the bully frogman was secretly thankful for saving his life, the dense bushes shook violently, and an adult-sized dragon-dragon flapped the small leather wings on its back, let out a low growl, and tensed its streamlined muscles, as if leaving It rushed out like an arrow, and hit the bully frogman who had just landed, and its sharp fangs sank deeply into the hind legs of the fleeing man.

A stream of neurotoxin was injected along the wound, and finally spread to the whole body. The half-raised dagger of the bully frog with wide-eyed eyes slipped from his hand, and his light green skin shone faintly in the sunlight.

The captain of the scout noticed that five of his subordinates had died one after another, and his heart began to panic, and the long sword in his hand trembled unconsciously.

He tried his best to suppress his fluctuating heartbeat, looked at the enemy slowly approaching him pretending to be calm, and thought about the way to break through.

These enemies seem to be waiting for something, they are not in a hurry to attack, their playful eyes are like looking at a besieged beast.

This kind of gaze was very impressive to the scout captain. When he led his men to hunt ferocious animals in the Black Pearl Forest, he often showed this gaze.

Appearing in front of him was a burly orc. He was holding a fine gold long sword. The sharp edge of the sword exuded a deadly sharpness. The scout captain immediately canceled his plan to break out from his side.

Then he looked at the enemy on the left, just in time to see the man in black with long withered white hair slowly draw out a straight-edged knife, but there was a hand crossbow hanging on his sword belt around his waist. A dagger with a hilt in a leather sheath.

The scout captain shook his head slightly, and finally chose an elf dressed in coarse linen as the target of the breakout.

After seeing the blocking appearance clearly, he immediately made up his mind.

No reason, just because his race is elves, that's enough.

Just when he was about to charge up his strength to fight back, he had a flash of inspiration and instantly remembered one thing.

He also has a teammate, a Kou Tao murloc priest hiding in the dark.

Thinking of the hobgoblin here, he subconsciously looked in the direction where his teammates were hiding. With the help of the murloc priest's divine magic, his success rate of escaping would be greatly improved.

The moment the scout captain glanced over from the corner of his eye, his expression was startled, and he almost screamed out. He happened to see a figure slowly getting up.

The figure that suddenly appeared was covered by a cloak, and he raised the sharp sword in his hand, while his priest teammates were hanging on the blade, swaying weakly in the air, struggling and howling, the sword The blade was covered with flames all of a sudden, and the murloc priest screamed even more painfully.

The black shadow quickly swung his arm, and the murloc priest was split in half.

Therefore, this black shadow and the Fulong Beast that just arrived joined the encirclement at the same time.

"Fight!" The hobgoblin, who had no hope of escape, looked at the slowly approaching enemy viciously, opened his mouth wide, and roared angrily.

Accompanied by a roar that was extremely disproportionate to the hobgoblin's voice, his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, so that the armor all over his body was shattered.

In bursts of crackling and popping noises, the hobgoblin's body unbelievably transformed into a beast with thick black hair and a sharp unicorn.

The overall appearance of the beast looks a bit similar to that of a rhinoceros, but its limbs are short and thick, and its flat abdomen is almost attached to the ground.

"This is a deformed creature produced by the defective product after the devil failed to advance." Thorne exchanged a glance with everyone, and everyone immediately understood and dispersed.

Although the devils in Baator Hell and the devils in the bottomless abyss can accumulate energy through killing, they can continue to advance.But this advancement process is not smooth sailing, and it may be interrupted by external forces in the middle or fail due to some kind of own reasons.

In the end, it became the so-called deformed creature in front of us.

Failure does not mean weakness.

Sometimes, the failed ones have stronger fighting power, because they have no brains, their souls are chaotic, and their thinking is completely controlled by the desire to kill. They belong to the "lunatics" among the devil.

This kind of failed product would be directly killed in the devil group of the lawful camp, and this chaotic spirit would sometimes be spotted by some big shots, and then bestowed on some mortals who longed for great power to fuse with it.

A mortal fused with this spirit is no different at first, but with the passage of time, he will become a demon who only knows how to kill wildly.

Because they basically have no brains, only the most primitive killing instinct.

Obviously, these deformed and defective spirits were produced by the mighty Magrubie who lived in the first floor of Bator Hell.

The goblin-like Patronus has gone to any lengths to strengthen the Horuk tribe.

"Roar!"

The deformed creature transformed from a hobgoblin roared, its egg-sized scarlet eyes filled with endless desire to kill.

It slapped its thick and powerful giant tail vigorously, and crawled towards the nearest elf monk.

That's right, it just climbed over.

The speed of this deformed creature is very slow, and in the eyes of everyone, it is like a turtle crawling.

Everyone who saw this here breathed a sigh of relief, but Thorne was faintly worried.

This is true for a scout captain, so how many such deformed creatures are there in the entire hobgoblin tribe.

"Clang! Clang!"

Seeing the enemy crawling towards him, the elven monk didn't dare to be careless. He turned around nimbly, and took the opportunity to swing the machete at the deformed creature's back.

However, what was surprising was that the body covered in black lacquered hairs was very hard, except for the scattered black hairs, it did not cause any damage at all, not even leaving traces.

"Roar!"

The deformed creature turned around slowly, opened its mouth and sprayed a large cloud of rancid gas towards the elf monk. The disgusting gas evaporated at an extremely fast speed and filled the surrounding air.

The elf monk's face changed, he resisted the stench and quickly walked away.

Thorn, who was hiding in the distance, sniffed the unpleasant stench, and understood that physical attacks would hardly harm it, and among them, he was the only one who mastered spells.

——"Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

So with a thought, a washbasin-sized fireball condensed in his palm at an extremely fast speed, and then shot towards the deformed creature's head without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud roar, all the hairs on the body of the slow-moving deformed creature were ignited, and soon a tall and hard exoskeleton plate armor was revealed.

The explosion of the flames only left some scorched black marks on the deformed biological plate armor, and for this monster, it was like scratching an itch.

"It seems that the magic resistance is quite high." Seeing the almost unscathed monster, Thorne didn't show much surprise.

Demonic creatures were born with strong acid and fire resistance, so he didn't expect much credit for this spell.

His only purpose was to see why the monster's defense was so high.

Obviously, a layer of exoskeleton plate armor on the body played a role.

Thorn pondered for a moment, then immediately looked at the orc sword master.

——"Lifting Qi and Slashing!"

Kutaige instantly understood what the ranger meant, he turned around to avoid a frontal blow, jumped behind the deformed creature, raised the long sword above his head with both hands, and as he roared, a sharp sword aura burst out suddenly, heavy landed on the deformed creature's back.

"boom!"

The sharp blade slashed at the weak point of the exoskeleton plate armor, and a small spider web-like crack suddenly appeared. The dark black liquid kept gushing out from the crack, making the surrounding air even more unpleasant.

"Roar!"

The deformed creature screamed in pain, and its thick giant tail turned into a sound of piercing through the air and lashed at the slightly weak Kutaige, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

"Let me do it." Thorn raised his sword, stopped the elf monk and Horat, and jumped onto the deformed creature's back.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned over suddenly, avoiding the whipping tail, then stabilized his body, swung the sharp sword in his hand, and stabbed fiercely towards the wound opened by the orc swordsman Kutaig.

"Roar!"

The sharp long sword sank halfway through the gap in the bones before it got stuck and couldn't move. The deformed creature struggled frantically, twisting its body constantly, swinging its strong and powerful tail, and unconsciously exhaling a foul smell.

But Thorne's body seemed to be rooted on his back, as stable as Mount Tai.

——"Desert Wind Faction (Strike Technique): Seal of Death!"

I saw him suppressing the stench by force, injecting the energy of Qi into the sword, transforming it into violent dark red flames, and injecting it into the deformed creature's body from the wound one after another.

This is the third-level move of the Desert Wind School. As long as the violent flame power is successfully sent into the target's body, an explosion will occur inside the body.

"Retreat!" Noticing the heat gradually rising from the deformed creature's body, Thorn quickly pulled out the long sword from its body, greeted the three of them, and immediately fled away.

"boom!"

As everyone left, the huge body of the deformed creature gradually became hot due to the violent energy that penetrated into the body, and was finally blasted out by the flames, turning into a pool of smoke billowing flesh and broken exoskeleton plates.

The clear sky was swaying with a slightly hot sun, and several black spots moving under the sky screamed, slowly swooped down, and then flew away in all directions, quickly flapping their wings to find the breath of death and stench.

In a birch forest, Thorn, who was sitting cross-legged under a big tree, seemed to sense something, opened his eyes suddenly, and then a falcon passed through the canopy and landed in the just outstretched palm.

Thorne met the falcon's human eyes for a moment, stroked its feathers, and waved it away.

"The last batch of supplies has been successfully transported to Pushang Town, and several other teams have also completed their respective hunts. Now we can go back to rest and prepare for tomorrow's decisive battle."

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, Thorne slowly got up, greeted the broken sunlight projected from the dense forest, and said to them.

(End of this chapter)