Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 497 Fighting in the village
The outskirts of the village of the Black Blood People.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

There were several sounds of piercing through the air, and Thorne shot and killed the guards on the tower, and the paladin Avar, who was hiding in the bushes, used his longbow to kill the sentry near the gate.

Thorn, who was hidden among the branches and leaves, looked down at the figure of the paladin. He exchanged glances with him, and then pointed to the iron gate.

The solemn paladin nodded slightly to the ranger.

Seeing this, Thorn used his legs, jumped, and flew across the forest in an instant, appearing near the gate inside the village.

At this moment, a jackal holding a bundle of fleshed-out beast skeletons just came out of the house closest to the gate and walked towards the fence covered with various unknown animal bones.

Immediately afterwards, his keen sense of smell made him smell a strong smell of blood.

The jackal stopped and wrinkled his nose in confusion. Just as he was about to look up at the tower, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Before he could react, a strong hand covered the Closing his mouth, he could only let out a low, inaudible whimper.

"boom!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the Gnoll widened his pupils, quickly dropped the animal bone he was holding in his arms, prepared to draw out the scimitar hanging from his waist with one hand, and grabbed the arm around the neck with the other hand.

"Pfft!"

However, before he could make any progress in his actions, a dazzling cold light flashed mercilessly under the scorching sun, cutting the wolf man's neck instantly.

The scarlet blood went far away, and it continued to flow out.

The strength of the Gnoll hunter was obviously very high. Even if he hit a vital point, he still had the strength to struggle, trying to tear the enemy behind him with his sharp claws.

While looking around vigilantly, Thorn grabbed the wolf man's neck and locked the struggling body until the body stopped convulsing before slowly releasing it.

Now is the hottest time of the sun at noon, and it is also the most lazy time for people.

Almost all the black blood people in the village are nocturnal hunters.

At this time, they should have just eaten lunch and stayed in the room to take a nap.

For Thorne, this is definitely the best time to attack.

Since the believers of Mara, the god of hunting, are mainly rogues and rangers, their sense of smell and hearing are extremely keen, and even the slightest disturbance may arouse the vigilance of the hunters.

Thorne didn't dare to waste time. When he confirmed that the wolf man was dead, he immediately ran towards the iron gate, then pulled the latch, and carefully pushed the iron gate open.

I just saw the paladin rushing over with a group of subordinates.

"Rush in!" General Avar, a paladin in heavy silver armor, said in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, more than 100 silver dragon guards entered the village of the black blood people in an orderly manner, and took advantage of the opportunity to raise the shield that shone with silver light under the scorching sun, and set up a battle formation that was conducive to charging.

Thorne glanced roughly at the team behind him.

These one hundred silver dragon guards were dressed in uniform heavy armor, with a sharp long sword in their hands, and a fine steel shield engraved with the silver dragon mark on their left hand.

It is said that the head of the first Silver Dragon Knights of the Huskan Kingdom was a silver dragon paladin who believed in Tom, the god of truth.

Very few members of the Knights who perform well will even be baptized with the dragon blood of the silver dragon, which is why this name is still used today.

In addition, each member of this elite team still had a one-handed heavy crossbow hanging on their backs. In Thorne's opinion, at least two people needed to work together to use this heavy crossbow.

The most important thing is that the strength of these guards is above the extraordinary level. Among them are two third-level priests of the god of truth Tom, and a third-level paladin.

It can be seen from this that General Avar is determined to eradicate this group of black blood people.

As for why he didn't send a large army, he used the advantage of numbers to directly submerge the village.

In fact, it is easy to guess.

Because a hunter in the valley whose strength has reached the fourth level is proficient in necromancy.

A spellcaster of the fourth-order model method also means that the other party is likely to have come into contact with the nine-ring spell.

The last thing this spellcaster who is proficient in necromancy fears is crowd tactics.

If it was a blood hunter, the picture would be even more unimaginable.

If an ordinary soldier with low strength dared to rush to the village, it would be equivalent to sending a large group of blood slaves to the opponent.

This kind of pure blood and strong vampire hunters are not afraid of crowd tactics at all, because their racial talent will allow them to absorb the vitality of the dead while fighting, gaining nourishment and strength.

"Your Excellency Thorne, the task of cleaning up the people of black blood is entrusted to you, and the lion hunter hiding here is entrusted to me to stop."

Looking at the soldiers waiting in full battle, General Avar held the sacred adamantine broadsword in his hand, looked at the ranger with cold eyes hidden in the steel mask, and said in a very solemn tone.

"No problem." Thorne understood the other party's meaning and nodded slightly to him.

As a hunter whose strength has reached the fourth level, they have many kinds of spells to kill the subordinates brought by the paladin in an instant.

Therefore, in order to win the battle and reduce unnecessary damage, as the only Tier [-] paladin in the team, he must hold back that Tier [-] professional, absolutely not giving the opponent a chance to cast a large-scale destructive spell .

Only in this way, Thorne and others can quickly clean up all the enemies in the village.

As for whether he can achieve a kill, that is not something he can clearly understand.

However, before leaving, Thorne heard from Alvi that the main purpose of the paladin Avar's attack on the village was to destroy the source of the negative energy and clean up the black-blooded people.

That fourth-tier hunter didn't seem to be within his target range.

It can be seen from this that the paladin is not sure to keep this fourth-tier hunter who is proficient in necromancy.

After all, the other party is a spellcaster. If he wants to escape from his own territory, as a paladin, he wants to keep the other party without restricting means, unless he can kill him with one blow.

"Be careful, I also smell the breath of other evil creatures. The other party is likely to be a hunter who is proficient in concealment. It seems that we should have been targeted by this hunter." He was about to head towards the village. General Avar, who was walking deep into the cave, said solemnly to the crowd.

After speaking, he immediately rushed to the place where he thought the evil power was the strongest.

Suddenly, a ferocious werewolf jumped down from the roof, blocking the path of the paladin.

Avar sneered, and with a simple response, he rushed towards the werewolf with steady steps on his feet.

The paladin in heavy armor seemed to have only taken two or three steps, but he appeared in front of the werewolf in an instant, and then swiftly swung the holy broadsword.

"Pfft!"

The broadsword exuding divine light was extremely dazzling under the scorching sun, and it flashed by in an instant. The werewolf only saw a pair of icy eyes in the mask, and fell on his back without a sound.

With the death of the werewolf hunter, all kinds of roars sounded like wild beasts in the village.

Apparently, the people of black blood living in the village finally discovered a group of uninvited guests who rushed into the town.

Facing the breakthrough of the only defensive portal, these disorderly hunters rushed towards the Silver Dragon Guard like a group of ants on a hot pot.

"Array! Block!"

Another third-tier paladin who replaced General Avar's command immediately drew out the long sword at his waist and gave orders to everyone.

The silver dragon guards looked at the people of black blood rushing towards them like a tide without any fear. They raised their shields one after another, clenched their long swords tightly, and stood ready.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Some hunters with long-range weapons leaped forward, nimbly jumped to the roof, and shot at the silver dragon guards who were in formation one after another with a rain of bolts and arrows.

Facing the rain of arrows from the hunters, even if there was no one to direct them, the Silver Dragon guards were already prepared.

The soldiers in the first two rows quickly built a shield wall about three meters high to block all the irregular crossbow arrows, and no one was injured by the arrows.

"Fight back!" The commanding paladin issued an order.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The silver dragon guard in the back row immediately inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, quickly took off the one-handed heavy crossbow from behind, and held it in his right hand.

At this time, the soldiers in the front two rows forming a shield wall quickly retreated to the two wings to make room for them, and the soldiers behind fired the first round of crossbow arrows with a shout.

The sharp crossbow bolts galloped away like locusts, followed by the ups and downs of wails. The key care objects of these crossbow bolts were all the hunters standing on the roof.

There were not many of them, and they were cleared away after just two rounds of shooting.

"Charge!" The paladin roared when he saw the people of black blood who were only a dozen meters away.

As soon as the words fell, the hundred silver dragon guards suddenly quickened their pace, and after two or three quick steps, one by one began to raise their shields to accelerate the charge.

Even so, Thorn, who followed closely, also found that the charging soldiers still maintained a complete formation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The continuous muffled sound echoed in the village, which was the high-intensity collision between the shield and the flesh.

The silver dragon guards in the first row fought these Mara believers who were mainly lycanthropes. With the help of the explosive power of a charge of more than ten meters, they instantly gained a huge advantage. stable.

The silver dragon guards in the second row followed closely, swinging the sharp long sword that shone brightly in the scorching sun.

A stream of blood splattered.

The lycanthropy, who only wore crude animal leather armor, was torn open with bloody wounds, howled in pain, and fell to the ground like cutting wheat.

In this way, the phalanx formed by a hundred well-equipped silver dragon guards was like a city wall, blocking wave after wave of lycanthropy counterattacks.

After a while, there were already dozens of lycanthropist corpses on the ground, but to the despair of the black blood people, the phalanx of 100 people was still as stable as Mount Tai.

Their thick heavy armor and fine steel shields, as well as armor armed to the teeth, are not afraid of the attacks of weapons in the hands of lycanthropes and the tearing of fangs and claws.

The Silver Dragon Guards were like a meat grinder moving steadily forward in the village, with bloody corpses left behind, and they forced the rushing lycanthropes towards the dead corner of the village bit by bit.

This is simply a ruthless massacre of the mob by the regular army, and the blocking methods of the lycanthropy seem so feeble.

Even if wild boars, lion orcs, and other large lycanthropes tried to transform into beasts to attack the formation, they would be instantly killed by Thorn who was waiting aside with sharp arrows. These ferocious beasts had not yet approached the formation. Or they died tragically on the way to the charge before the transformation was successful.

Seeing the soldiers with a huge advantage, Thorn, who was following on the side, did not show a relaxed look at all.

Because he knew very well that these lycanthropes in front of him were just ordinary residents of the village, and their personal level was only about one or two levels at most.

For these elite soldiers, it was just an appetizer, which only served as a warm-up.

The real Mara hunters, including spell casters, have not yet appeared. They should live in caves deep in the valley, so their reaction is a little slower than these ordinary residents.

When these hunters come to support, they will be greeted with the bloodiest battle.

That was the battle that tested the hard strength of the soldiers.

The silver dragon guards obviously also understood this situation. Their chaplains all kept their own divine arts, and only used ordinary attacks to fight.

The female wizard Cecile and the swordsinger Lance in the team followed at the end of the team, keeping their strength and not making a move.

A hundred Yinlong guards set up a posture and charged from the main gate of the village. It took less than 15 minutes to advance 300 meters.

Even if this fearless lycanthropy launched wave after wave of death countercharges, it still couldn't shake the phalanx of soldiers.

Pushing forward all the way, more than 100 corpses were left on the bloody road.

Some smart ratmen even turned into giant rats, trying to use their racial talents to jump into the phalanx and disrupt the formation.

Unfortunately, before they landed, they were greeted with sharp long swords.

The morale of the lycanthropes has finally collapsed!
They began to flee in fear,

At the same time, Thorne, who has been vigilant all the time, also found a group of hunters of different races appearing on a small road leading from the village to the depths of the valley within sight.

"The army from Cliff Fort is coming!" A third-tier fallen druid walked out of the cave behind the village, his expression sank. The men shouted loudly:
"We have been cornered by the enemy, and the altar of the God of Hunting is behind us. The most devout believers of the God of Hunting, tell me, what should I do now!?"

"Kill them all!"

"Never let anyone break into the Hunting Temple!"

"Let these prey taste the fear of hunting!"

"Ow!"

……

A series of creepy wild roars echoed in the valley one after another.

Grim hunters ran out of the cave one after another, gathering in the direction of the fallen druids.

They waved the cruel weapons in their hands, and the scarlet eyes jumped out of extremely excited and crazy light.

As believers of the hunting god, they are undoubtedly very excited to face this kind of battle, even if the situation is extremely unfavorable to them.

Because they knew very well that, as hunters representing the distorted side of nature among the wrathful gods, only crazy killings could attract the attention of the hunting gods the most.

The hunter who is a believer is undoubtedly the most eager for the fear exuded by the prey, and is intoxicated by the blood splashed by the prey.

At this time, the Mara believers gathered here are the most powerful and devout hunters in the village.

There are lycanthropes exuding the most primitive wildness, ferocious gnolls, furious ogres, evil hybrid orcs and other evil races.

Although these devout hunters are of different sizes, they all have powerful strength, and their professional level is almost always above level 5. This can be seen from their cold eyes, powerful arms, and ferocious faces. It can be seen.

Moreover, there are more than a dozen hunters known as 'Malar's Claw' here, believers who can be honored as 'Malar's Claw', and their strength has undoubtedly reached the third level or above.

"Release the hybrid beast, and defend the temple to the death!"

The fallen druid who commanded the hunter once again issued an order that even the hunter was afraid of.

(End of this chapter)