Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 454: News from Winter City
The night is like water, the moon is bright and the stars are few.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled silently on Talan Village, as if covered with a layer of frost and snow, making it hazy and dreamlike.

Walking on the path of the village, the Elf Druigst looked at the smiles on the faces of the refugees from Winter City, and his dull mood involuntarily became lighter.

Then he briefly explained to the night watchmen in the village, asking them to take care of these refugees as much as possible and keep their spirits up. When tomorrow dawns, he will take them and the whole village to Twilight Town and settle there.

After all, Talan Village, a very inconspicuous village in the wilderness, is too small to accommodate so many people.

The most important thing is that the defenders stationed here in Winter City have withdrawn a few days ago.

Without the protection of the defenders, the small village on the border has become extremely unsafe, facing danger in the wilderness at all times.

As the leader of the entire village, he must be responsible for everyone's safety.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the night half a year ago when a group of people came to the ruins of Talan Village for the first time, and suddenly scenes that made him uneasy flashed out from time to time.

"What's going on today? I always think about these things." Druigst patted his forehead hard and whispered to himself.

"It must have been suddenly hooked after meeting that paladin girl." Gerst sighed slightly, and subconsciously glanced at the back of the village.

Then, he walked towards the gate of the village with some uneasiness.

This uneasy feeling has never appeared in him since the fall of Yuanshan Town and the rest of the people settled in Talan Village, so he would rather do nothing than ignore his intuition.

With the withdrawal of the defenders of Winter City, the safety of Talan Village can only rely on their own strength.

If the five small towns in the wilderness were not busy with the duel with the hobgoblins in the Forest of Tranquility, he would have left with a group of people.

As Gester was walking, he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he stopped. He bent down slightly, and immediately found a handful of crimson hair on the ground.

Noticing the abnormality, he carefully picked up the hair on the ground and observed it carefully, and then put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.

A faint fishy smell mixed in the crimson mane?

"Not good! It's a wolf man!" Gerst instantly judged the identity of the owner of the mane.

Whether in the fallen Yuanshan Town or Talan Village, the humanoid creatures he knew best were the Gnolls.

He was all too familiar with the terrible legacy of these demonic powers.

After the confirmation, the druid's expression changed drastically, and he immediately stepped up and walked towards the position of the village sentry tower.

The Gnoll's mane inexplicably appeared in the village, which undoubtedly sent him some kind of dangerous message, and he had to find the night watchman as soon as possible to confirm it carefully.

If there are really jackals sneaking in here, the whole village will be in danger, and there are more than 200 unarmed refugees here.

However, before he took two steps, a guard shouted from behind him: "It's not good! The warehouse is on fire!"

The shouting at the top of his voice spread throughout the village.

The patrolling night watchmen and those who were about to rest were stunned for a moment, then immediately walked towards the fire source.

At the same time, as Gerst turned around, he saw the fire and thick smoke in the direction of the warehouse. The fire engulfed the adjacent hut and licked all the surrounding buildings.

"Enemy attack! There are jackals outside!" Looking at the sea of ​​flames reflecting half of the sky, Gerst yelled without thinking.

"Ow! Oooo! Oooo!"

Immediately afterwards, loud howling wolves came from outside the village, and the surrounding birds were also frightened and flew high.

The fire is still burning and spreading, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger.

The whole village was thrown into a panic by the breathtaking howling of wolves, and most of them were the screams of women and children among the refugees.

The only fortunate thing is that the players in Talan Village are all survivors who have experienced various battles and baptisms. They quickly reacted and began to gather everyone to defend.

Experienced rangers and rogues also immediately started tracking the gnoll rogues who sneaked into the village.

There was the sound of screaming and fighting near the gate of the village, and it was evident that the two sides were already fighting.

"Shut up! What are you still doing here?" Druigst and the guards of the town ordered a few words, and immediately rushed into the crowd of refugees, roaring.

Immediately, these people slowly quieted down.

"All men who can fight take up weapons for me to defend, and everyone else goes to the warehouse to fight the fire!" Gerst roared at the refugees.

The fire was still spreading, and the sound of galloping crossbows and wailing came from the gate of the village.

"Hurry up to me! Are you standing here waiting to die?!" Seeing these indifferent refugees, Gerst rushed up and kicked down a grown man who was stronger than himself.

This kick is obviously very useful.

The adult man glanced at the handsome druid with a slightly ferocious face in fear, got up and followed the players who were rushing to the gate and ran over.

Others followed suit one after another, fighting the fire, defending the defense, no longer scurrying around like headless chickens.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, the dark shadow twisted, and a ferocious jackal appeared behind a thin girl who just picked up the wooden basin, and the sharp metal claws pierced through the chest in an instant.

"Bang!"

The wooden basin slipped from the girl's hands, and she fell into a pool of blood amidst howling in pain.

The gnoll rogue gave a grin, and was about to disappear into the shadows to find his next target. A deep purple lightning pierced the night sky, accompanied by a click, and struck the gnoll rogue's chest. He couldn't die anymore.

"what!!!"

A young man who just received a weapon found the girl's body, ran over like crazy, held her tightly in his arms, and let out a desolate wail from his throat.

Then he drew out his weapon and slashed at the corpse of the wolf man who was struck to death by lightning, causing blood to splatter.

No one paid him any attention.

The fire in the warehouse was still burning, and it had already spread to five or six thatched huts, and the fighting outside the village became more intense.

"Hahaha... Survival of the fittest is the gift left by our Lord. Cruel and bloody death is of great significance... Let those who don't believe in our Lord fall into the fear of hunting rituals!"

Among the vast crowd of jackals, a jackal priest in a robe of animal skins held a bright red skull holy emblem in his hand, with a pious and crazy smile on his ferocious face.

"Mara's hunting ceremony!" Druigst, who just arrived, turned very ugly. There are at least 300 gnolls in this group. It is impossible for them to win, unless... .Voluntarily abandon these refugees and forcefully break through.

Like the Druids, all the players in Taran Village saw this impressive hunting ceremony, and they recalled that unforgettable memory of a certain night again.

Looking at the guards and a group of refugees gathered near the gate, the Gnoll Priest laughed wantonly and said, "Hahaha... let me fall into the terrifying hunting ceremony, let me enter..."

"Pfft!"

However, before he could finish his words, an arrow with jumping dark purple arcs and pale orange flames galloped towards him, piercing his throat precisely.

"thump!"

The gnoll priest threw away the dim skull holy emblem in his hand, tightly clenched the arrow that could not be pulled out with both hands, stared at the dark green pupils, slowly fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died.

"Ow!"

The death of the leader caused the wolves to panic, and they tried to find the hunter hidden in the dark.

What responded to them was fireballs the size of washbasins.

"Boom!"

Following the loud noise that seemed to tremble like the earth, violent fireballs exploded in the dense crowd of wolves instantly, directly clearing out a vacuum.

"Wizard..." the surviving wolves roared in terror.

The violent fireball cast by the unknown being hidden in the dark has greatly damaged their morale, and their leader was also killed. They still don't know who made the shot.

The wolves who were shrouded in fear finally escaped.

"We have won! The enemy has escaped!" A burst of cheers sounded in Talan Village.

Only Druigst looked solemnly at the location where the fireball was just cast.

Work in a while.

Under the druid's disbelieving eyes, a half-elf ranger who seemed to be one with the night jumped out of the bushes.

"I want to know all the news about Winter City, please tell me in detail." Thorne deliberately glanced at the refugees from Winter City, and directly stated his purpose to the Druid.

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(End of this chapter)