Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 498: Tower Spirit Makes a Move
"Ow!"

Just when the silver dragon guards completely killed the group of lycanthropes and were about to move forward, a blood-chilling howl of jackals resounded instantly.

The cry echoing in the valley was like a sign of giving orders, and various howls sounded one after another in the depths of the village.

These voices were very mixed, and Thorne even heard the roar of a male lion and the piercing neighing of a lizard man.

He could clearly feel that these creepy roars were gradually approaching their group of uninvited guests.

"Stop advancing! Stabilize the formation! Array, block!"

The third-tier paladin who was in charge of the command changed his face slightly when he heard the voice, and immediately shouted at all the soldiers.

The soldiers who received the order raised the steel shields engraved with the silver dragon emblem in unison, forming a formation like a city wall in an orderly manner.

At the same time, the two third-tier priests accompanying the army also inserted their long swords into their scabbards, holding tightly to a holy emblem magic weapon that dazzles the eye under the scorching sun, calmly watching the approaching hunters.

The howling sounds became louder and louder, and the birds and small animals in the valley scrambled to escape towards the exit.

The sound seemed to have some kind of inspiring magic power, and the remaining lycanthropes suddenly stopped and turned around again.

Something weird happened.

All the lycanthropes squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and a hoarse and exhausted wail rolled out of their throats, as if they were in great pain.

Their hands were sunk deep into their hair, and their exposed skin was hideous with blue veins. As the bloodshot pupils glowed red, these lycanthropes crawled on the ground one by one, transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the most primitive beast, he fearlessly launched a death charge towards the formation quickly formed by the Silver Dragon Guards.

Wild boars, giant rats, dire wolves, ravens and other ferocious beasts rushed towards the direction of the silver dragon guards like a tide in the dust that blocked their sight. Even a thin mouse was trampled to death. There is no way to stop their rapid progress.

This is the unique transformation ability of lycanthropes. Even if these black-blooded people have only one or two levels, as long as they turn into wild beasts, they will instantly show the most primitive power of beasts replaced by reason.

Immediately afterwards, the first fastest hunters appeared on the roof.

These hunters, whose strength was conservatively above the third level, spread out, using their vigorous bodies to fly past the eaves one by one.Then formed a semi-surrounding formation, and double-teamed the Silver Dragon Guard as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, a shocking bang came from afar, and along with the collapse of solid stone houses one after another, in the flying dust, two black figures rushed rapidly, appearing in everyone's sight.

These two large ferocious beasts were unusually eye-catching, launching a straight-line charge irrationally.

They were like two large trucks driving at high speed, knocking away all the houses that blocked them and the beasts turned into lycanthropes, aiming at the Silver Dragon Guards to form a strong defense line.

Seeing the beasts that appeared, the hunters flying across the roof did not rush to attack, but stopped, showing ferocious sneers, condescendingly looking down at the formation that was about to be overwhelmed by the beasts, tensed their bodies, and waited for it.

Obviously, they planned to wait until the hordes of lycanthropes and ferocious beasts overwhelmed the intruders before starting to reap wildly.

Is this a mutant beast?

When two large ferocious beasts appeared 500 meters away from Thorn's sight, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was instantly shocked by these two dark beasts.

This is a huge wild boar with exposed tusks and a male lion with a flying mane.

They are very large, almost the size of a dire bear in the Emerald Fields.

Even so, it did not affect the collision speed of the two beasts at all.

Moreover, the most important thing is that based on the size of the beast and the rows of bone plates covering its body, Thorne judged that these two extremely special beasts were probably made by using some kind of mutated mutant gene.

In order to study the people of black blood in the Great Swordscar Mountain Range, he had read many materials about hunters and fallen druids in the library of the Emerald Tower.

The spellcasters among these hunters, who are dominated by the wrathful gods and represent the distorted side of nature, also master a lot of taboo research.

For example, the elf druid igster in Yuanshan Town has a transformation ability researched by evil druids.

This kind of taboo transformation only needs to provide a certain part of the body of the beast that wants to transform, and you can forcefully transform and obtain all its abilities when your own strength is lower than that of the beast.

However, the defect is also very serious. As the transformation time continues, the shapeshifter will gradually be replaced by wildness.

Even if it is not successfully occupied by the wild, it will consume a huge amount of life energy.

And the two large black beasts in front of him are more serious than the taboo transformation.

This is a kind of lycanthropy curse that uses the lycanthropy curse and a large beast to forcibly interbreed to produce offspring, and then casts an evil magic ritual similar to a genetic mutation. After successfully surviving countless failed transformations, what is produced is this terrifying mutant monster.

As long as this special beast can be bred successfully, they will definitely be more powerful and cruel than ordinary beasts and ferocious animals, and some still retain higher intelligence and powerful hunting ability.

When they grow to a certain stage, they will even master various powerful spell-like abilities.

However, to Thorne's good fortune, the two mutated wild boars and the male lion obviously did not retain their wisdom.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be like cannon fodder, rushing straight towards the formation set up by the Silver Dragon Guards.

"Shoot!" The paladin commander calmly gave instructions to the soldiers behind him.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A round of volleys, the rain of arrows galloping out instantly enveloped the two charging beasts.

The two mutated beasts that didn't dodge at all quickly turned into hedgehogs full of arrows.

However, what changed the commander's expression was that these sharp armor-piercing crossbow arrows had almost no effect on the two mutated beasts. The arrows could only inflict wounds two centimeters deep on the beasts at most, and even the muscle layer was damaged. Unable to break open.

This also means that the physical defense of these two mutated beasts whose strength has reached at least the third level is already comparable to the strength of the scales of a young dragon.

To them, these crossbow bolts are no different from scratching an itch.

The paladin commander's hanging heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

He endured the sultriness and irritability caused by the armor wrapped all over his body under the scorching sun, and planned to let the two priests behind him use divine magic to block the beast.

Just when he was about to issue an order, suddenly, an arrow that shone pale golden under the scorching sun dragged a slender tail flame, and within the envelopment of the deep purple arc, it hit the first arrow fiercely, pulling the distance away. Close to the male lion about 50 meters away.

I saw this three-edged arrow made of pure gold accurately hit the lion's fist-sized bloodshot pupil with strong force.

The sharp arrow was designed at a special angle, and when it hit the male lion's eye socket, it rotated deeply like a screw, destroying its muscle tissue, cutting blood vessels, and pulverizing bones.

Immediately afterwards, the light orange flame attached to the arrow quickly spread to the surroundings, igniting the thick mane around the lion's neck at an extremely fast speed.

"Roar!!!"

The moment the sharp arrow hit the charging lion, the man stood up and let out a mournful roar.

Its huge body stopped suddenly due to the pain of tearing flesh, and was immediately caused by strong inertia. With a loud 'bang', it was overturned on the ground, kicking up billows of dust.

"Back!"

Looking at the lion that was shot to the ground, Thorne, who was holding a composite longbow, had a thought.

The fine gold arrow with 'telecontrol' 'buzzed' and trembled in the lion's eye socket, and then mercilessly burst out from the torn wound with a 'swish', bringing out a series of monsters. Different blood flowers and minced meat.

The arrow with bloody pieces of meat turned around in mid-air and flew back in Thorn's direction.

At this moment, the male lion who had just got up from the ground was suddenly and mercilessly pulled out by the arrow, and suffered more painful injuries than before.

The black blood flowing from the eye socket that was burned black by the flames and lightning, like a faucet, couldn't stop gushing out.

"thump!"

Panting heavily, the seriously injured beast let out a mournful howl, and fell to the dusty ground again.

The scarlet blood spread along the trend, and this gurgling blood was eagerly absorbed by the dry ground.

"Prepare!"

Thorn, who retracted the arrow, reminded the female wizard Cecil who was charging, and immediately condensed a fireball the size of a washbasin at the fastest speed.

Although in the past three years, he has not fully mastered the powerful specialty of "Instant Spell-like Casting", but countless times of practice have also increased his speed of casting spell-like spells.

Even if it cannot be released in an instant, at least it can be easily formed within a second or two.

Looking at the wild boar, which was slightly slower than the lion, the white forehead of the witch covered by the robe was covered with layers of crystal sweat. She quickly murmured a powerful spell, and the violent magic power fluctuated one after another. Gathering towards her frantically.

——"Four Rings Spell: Pyroblast!"

When the violent mutated wild boar was about to trample on the lion's corpse and rushed towards it, the female wizard Cecil pointed at the beast fiercely, and a net-shaped tortoise crack suddenly appeared on the dry ground of the village.

The moment the wild boar stepped on the cracked ground, thick smoke and the pungent sulfur smell filled the air from the cracks in the ground.

"boom!"

A two-meter-thick dark red pillar of fire rose into the sky and exploded in the wild boar's belly like a volcanic eruption.

The air waves generated by the violent explosion made the Silver Dragon Guards 50 meters away involuntarily back up a few steps at the same time. The land already covered by the scorching sun became even hotter, and the air seemed to be on fire.

Although the wild boar hit by the spell was not blown away due to its huge body, it fell headlong into the crack and was blown to pieces by the terrifying flame spell.

The mutated wild boar whose hair was all on fire struggled to get up, and the sound of snorting was like a lumberjack sawing wood. Unfortunately, there were no lumberjacks here, only hot flames and thick smoke.

——"Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Before the aftermath of the witch's spell dissipated, Thorne, who was ready, took the opportunity to throw a big dark red fireball at the lion and the wild boar.

"Boom!"

A fireball the size of a washbasin exploded, mercilessly submerging the wild boar that just got up and a group of beasts transformed from lycanthropes behind it.

The paladin commander cast a grateful look at Thorne, and immediately reorganized his formation to meet a more difficult challenge.

"Give it to me! Kill them all!"

Seeing that the two cannon fodder beasts failed to disrupt the formation of soldiers, more and more hunters gathered excited roars and rushed towards them in a swarm.

Immediately, under the leadership of more than a dozen 'Malar's Claws' whose strength reached the third level, more than two hundred hunters surrounded the silver dragon guards who had formed formations from all directions, as if they wanted to swallow it all at once. like.

"Zheng!"

Looking at the silver dragon guards waiting in full force, Thorne glanced at the sorceress protected by the elven swordsman, and immediately drew out his sharp sword to meet the charging hunters.

Suddenly, he felt a black shadow flashing across the formation of soldiers, and when he realized it and turned to look around, he heard a scream coming through the steel mask.

A mutated beast appeared in his sight, this time it was a large black cheetah.

This cunning cheetah is likely to be with the wild boar and lion that were killed just now. While everyone was focusing on the two giants, it used some kind of special magic to sneak up on the soldiers group.

Thorne found that the black cheetah that threw the Silver Dragon guard to the ground was a circle larger than an adult Siberian tiger, with undulating muscles that could be seen on its elegant and vigorous body.

The most frightening thing is that when the cheetah threw down the struggling soldiers, it showed an anthropomorphic sneer, which meant that this mutated beast had very high intelligence.

As the soldiers screamed, everyone around them reacted.

However, most of the people have already fallen into the most chaotic and bloody fight with the close hunters, and almost no one can support the soldier who was thrown to the ground.

The black panther's powerful front paws held down the frantically struggling soldier, opened its bloody mouth, and with a roar, the sharp fangs shone with a sharp cold light like steel.

Immediately afterwards, the panther's jaw bit the soldier's neck, and the neck armor protecting the neck was torn apart like paper.

The cunning black panther didn't even look at the dying soldier, and tensed up again, ready to pounce on another prey.

At this time, a soldier who had freed his hand waved a sharp steel sword, appeared from behind the black panther, and stabbed at the half-human tall beast's buttocks.

"boom!"

Sensing the danger, the black panther sneered mockingly. It waved its thick and tough tail, and the howling wind sounded like a whip, slamming the soldiers who attacked it.

The sneak attacking soldier suddenly felt that the armor protecting his chest deformed and collapsed, and his body also became staggered and unstable due to the weight of the armor and the strength of the leopard's tail.

"Roar!"

The moment the cruel mutated panther hit the soldier, it turned around abruptly, and a sharp claw comparable to a bear's paw turned into an afterimage, hitting the soldier's chest, and the collapsed and deformed armor was easily torn apart. There were a few bloody wounds.

Just when the black panther was about to pounce on the soldier to reap his life, he suddenly felt his tail being tightly held by someone, followed by a strong pulling force.

Humanized anger appeared on the black panther's face, and its front paws were firmly grasping the dry and hard ground, as if it was playing a tug-of-war with the person pulling it.

"Pfft!"

The seriously injured soldier recovered his life, roared to embolden himself, and then took the opportunity to slash the black panther's forehead with a sword, blood splashing out with the roar of the beast.

It's a pity that under the protection of the tough leopard skin, the soldier's injury only caused a little skin trauma.

——"Lifting Qi and Slashing!"

At the same time, Thorne suddenly let go of the leopard's tail, took advantage of the gap between the black panther's unstable figure, jumped up, and rode on its back, his legs clamped around the cheetah's abdomen, the steel soul shining with pale blue light The sword mercilessly slashed towards its neck.

"Pfft!"

Entrained by the energy of Qi, the sharp long sword cut off the black panther's head abruptly.

The blood spurting out surged all over the body of the seriously injured soldier in front of him.

Looking at the silver dragon guards whose formation was chaotic under the fearless impact of the hunters, Thorne was preparing to support the largest number of enemies, when he suddenly sensed some danger, his expression suddenly changed. Change.

"Get out of the way!"

Thorne yelled at the seriously wounded soldier, and immediately drew back.

A light red six-pointed star array appeared strangely at the position where he left, and a hideous and terrifying mountain giant hunter appeared from the array.

The mountain giant who was teleported by the spell let out an excited roar, the muscles on his arm as thick as the soldier's waist bulged like a hill, and he waved the two-meter-long iron spiked mace in his hand, accompanied by the piercing sound of piercing the air , sweeping in place for a week.

A terrible scene happened.

Within a range of 10 meters around the hill giant, all the silver dragon guards were swept away like autumn leaves, clearing a vacuum.

The mace, which has an excellent armor-piercing effect, left deep indentations on the soldiers' armor, leggings, steel shields, steel masks and breastplates, and even the neck armor.

Under the terrifying attack of the hill giant, three silver dragon guards were hit in the head and died on the spot, and two unlucky hunters were killed by mistake.

"Roar!!!"

The hill giant who completed the pentakill in an instant let out a deafening roar. He raised the two-meter-long mace again, ready to show off his might to another group of people.

Just when the hill giant was about to take action, without him noticing, a cloud of shadow energy appeared behind him, followed by a sharp sword that rose into flames.

The sharp blade pierced the hill giant's neck in an instant, and the high temperature generated by the flames evaporated the surging blood.

Thorn twisted the sword vigorously, kicked him on the back, and pulled out the sword with force. The hill giant fell to the ground, lifeless.

Seeing the enemy fall, Thorne fought the hunters rushing forward to die, while vigilantly observing whether there were any hunters who were suddenly teleported to the center of the formation by spells.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, under the strict defense of a group of soldiers, two third-tier priests holding holy emblems finally completed their high-spirited divine spells.

——"Three-ring Divine Art: Holy Storm!"

As the two priests invoked the divine power of the realm of good together, the holy water in their hands was swayed under the influence of the divine spell.

After a while, the blue sky with the hot sun hanging, and the drizzle fell on the surrounding battlefield.

Thorne killed a werewolf who tried to sneak up behind him with a sword, and stretched out his hand to feel the drizzle falling on him.

He felt a soft and warm force growing in his body, which made his slightly tired body regain some vitality.

What followed were the screams of the hunters one after another.

This divine spell jointly performed by two third-level priests comes from the good domain of the God of Truth Tom.

In addition to recovering a little stamina for people of the good camp, this magic spell can cause continuous damage to enemies of the evil camp.

Thorne clearly saw the drizzle falling under the scorching sun, and when it fell on the hunters on the battlefield, it made a sizzling sound like strong acid corrosion.

Some black blood people with low strength even died on the spot.

And their group of Silver Dragon Guards, who had just fallen into a disadvantage, finally brought the situation back.

A large number of hunters with low strength were affected by the rain, and the soldiers took the opportunity to kill them.

However, this situation didn't last long, and the spells prepared by several fallen druids from the hunter camp were also completed.

All kinds of evil spells, such as dead clouds, swarms of rotting bees, manipulating dead bodies, and swarms of doom, were thrown towards the most secret places of the crowd regardless of whether they were friends or foes.

Not to be outdone, the two priests accompanying the army cast divine spells one after another to fight back.

However, the consequence of the spell confrontation was that soldiers on both sides continued to fall one after another.

Thorn, who cleaned up the surrounding enemies, was very aware of the threat of those spellcasters hiding in the distance among the hunters.

"Cover me! I'll deal with those annoying spellcasters." Thorn put his swords back into their scabbards, and walked to the commander of the paladin in two or three steps. soundtrack.

The paladin understood instantly, held the shield and long sword tightly, and stood in front of him, blocking all incoming hunters for the ranger.

"collapse!"

Thorn didn't dare to waste time. After being baptized twice with dragon blood, he easily pulled the composite longbow into a full moon, and pointed the arrow at a fallen druid who was standing on the eaves and cast "Plague".

Sensing the whistling sharp arrow, the druid was unmoved, and only sneered back, still concentrating on casting his spell.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound like a broken eggshell, and the whistling and spinning arrows passed through the druid's chest mercilessly.

Feeling the rapidly passing life, the fallen druid slowly lowered his head, looked at the transparent hole in his chest in disbelief, and then at the direction of the arrow, and fell to the ground without life.

"Good job!"

The paladin commander cut down a hybrid orc hunter whose strength had reached level three with a "Evil Breaking Slash", and couldn't help but praise the expressionless ranger.

"Crash! Crash! Crash!"

In this way, under the protection of the paladin commander, the compound longbow in Thorne's hand emitted dull echoes one after another. Every time he shot it, a spellcaster whose strength reached the extraordinary rank fell to the ground and died.

In front of Thorne's two magic-breaking arrows, which cost a lot of money to build, their protective force field is like paper.

As the hunter camp's spellcasters were shot and killed by Thorne one after another, the remaining silver dragon guards finally established the victory, forming a team of two or three to surround and kill a hunter.

The silver dragon guards, whose strength and equipment were stronger than the hunters, now that there is no threat from the spellcasters, they have formed a siege situation against the remaining hunters.

As the spellcasters among the hunters were cleaned up by Thorne, he finally found the strongest and most threatening Tier [-] spellcaster.

So without any hesitation, he took up the bow and shot again, and the whizzing sharp arrow greeted the caster's vital parts accurately at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

"Crack!"

Just as Thorne imagined, the Demon Breaking Arrow easily tore through the shield of the third-tier corrupted spellcaster.

However, what made him miscalculate was that he forgot that spellcasters whose strength reached the middle level and above would almost always prepare a life-saving "triggering technique" for themselves.

The moment the sharp arrow broke through the shield, a ray of light appeared around the evil hunter, who was teleported [-] meters away. He successfully avoided the fatal blow, moved away from Thorne's range, and disappeared from sight.

"Catch up!" Thorne looked at the elf swordsman who had just cleared away the enemy in front of him, and his eyes signaled the other party to chase and kill the fleeing spellcaster with him.

Although he could handle the third-tier spellcaster by himself, just in case he was ambushed by the enemy, he felt that calling a helper was the safest way.

However, these silver dragon guards were too bulky to keep up with his rhythm, so they thought of this swordsinger whose strength had reached the third level.

After all, before the paladin Avar left, he had specifically instructed that there was a hunter who was good at hiding in the valley, but Thorne, who had been vigilant all the time, never noticed the other party's appearance.

Therefore, he had to deal with it carefully.

Elven swordsman Lance hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the dwindling enemies, and nodded slightly to Thorne.

Immediately, the two activated their teleportation spells and chased in the direction of the caster.

After a while, they saw the fast-running caster fleeing towards the cave deep in the valley.

The elven swordsman Lance took the lead in setting up an energy shield for himself to protect himself from necromancy. A "dimension step" disappeared on the spot and rushed towards the caster.

Thorne had just walked a few steps when a blood-colored bat suddenly flew down from the shadow of the village, transforming into a coquettish woman in tight black leather armor with white and greasy skin exposed in mid-air.

"Hahaha... Follower of Gwailun, I finally caught you."

The coquettish woman licked her lips, and let out a joyful laugh as if she had caught a prey. The tone was alluring, but it also revealed a weird smell.

Her weapon was an exquisite dagger inlaid with gorgeous gems, but when she landed, there was a surge of arcane energy around the woman.

"vampire?"

"Trickster?"

Seeing the woman's bat form and feeling a familiar use of energy emanating from her, Thorne guessed her identity.

Conjurer, a profession advanced by a rogue who has mastered the ability to cast spells, can be said to be the most versatile. He knows spells extremely well, and is also good at stealing and sneak attacking.

He has seen this kind of occupation in the player group in Waterfall Town, so he naturally knows how to deal with it.

Even if the opponent is a vampire trickster whose strength has reached the third level, Thorne is not afraid.

At the same time, he also understood the reason why the opponent was so powerful, but why he didn't choose to do it for a long time.

Because now is the time when the sun is strongest at noon, this kind of creature that is naturally afraid of the sun naturally does not like to fight in the sun.

At this time, I just happened to walk into the alleyway of the village. This hunter who is proficient in concealment will not let go of his chance to be alone, and is going to keep him here.

Thorn glanced at the elven swordsman who had fought against the third-level spellcaster in the distance, and stood quietly waiting for the attack of the vampire.

He knew all too well about the trickster's abilities.

The sneak attack of this class is far more terrifying than that of a rogue or even an advanced shadow dancer.

Because they know how to use arcane arts to integrate their stealth skills into it.

Just like in front of him, as the vampire disappeared amid wanton laughter, Thorne still couldn't detect the existence of the other party even if he activated the Steel Soul faction's stance skill "Listening Device".

However, somewhere in the dark, he could clearly feel that he was being fixed on by a pair of eyes.

As long as he shows a little bit of scum, the vampire will seize the big opportunity in an instant and launch the most fatal blow.

Thinking of this, Thorn's mouth curled into a slight smile, he deliberately shook his body, and ran into the sun with a look of panic.

——"Shadow Attack!"

The dark shadow distorted imperceptibly, and a black shadow appeared behind Thorne strangely, and a dagger with cold light flashed like a poisonous snake stabbing towards his back.

Thorne unhurriedly stretched out his palms, walking towards the sun without stopping.

Because he knew very well that he couldn't dodge the vampire's sneak attack at all, even if he had already sensed that the other party was using the power of shadow to attack, he still couldn't dodge the fastest sneak attack of the other party.

This is the scary thing about tricksters.

"Pfft!"

The sharp dagger easily pierced the back of Thorne's heart, but the vampire, who was smiling triumphantly at the corner of his mouth, froze in place.

She realized that the sharp dagger of hers had only penetrated two or three centimeters into the flesh, and it seemed to be stuck by something, unable to move forward at all.

The moment she realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

Thorn turned around sharply, a large ghostly hand transformed from shadow energy pinched the vampire's neck precisely, and a sharp sword emitting pale blue light mercilessly pierced into her heart.

The vampire, who was paralyzed by the shadow energy and unable to move, begged Thorne for mercy with a face full of fear: "Don't... please, let me go."

Thorne was very calm and did not waver in the face of this charming woman's begging for mercy.

He knew very well that a believer of an evil god, especially a trickster who is good at deceiving and deceiving, and a vampire, if he believed her nonsense, he would die without knowing how to die.

"Pfft!"

Thorne's sharp sword, accompanied by the rising flames, penetrated a little further into the vampire's heart, and he even noticed that the vampire's heart was crushed by the sharp sword.

Thorne understood that the other party was a vampire with tenacious vitality, and this kind of vital point that was extremely fatal to ordinary people was nothing more than a serious injury to their vitality in their eyes.

"Damn Gwaeron follower, I'll be back, just wait!" Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, the vampire screamed and stared at Thorn resentfully, as if he wanted to engrave him deeply in his mind.

For a moment, facing the gaze of the vampire, Thorne's fear curled up in his heart like a poisonous snake.

However, this palpitation disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Just as Thorne was stunned, the vampire's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a 'bang' sound. In the mist, countless blood-colored bats loomed and fled towards the depths of the valley.

——"Desert Wind School (Strike Skill): Dragon Flame!"

Thorn sneered, and he waved the long sword in his hand as he was prepared, and a flame that roared like a dragon's breath quickly enveloped all the bats that had not yet dispersed.

"what!!!"

There was a shriller and more terrifying scream than the first time in the flames mixed with blood mist.

Seeing this, Thorne flipped his palm, and a palm-sized bottle of holy water appeared in his hand.

The holy water was obtained from the Temple of Wisdom, and it was a standing item. It was also the most effective attack method for him to deal with vampires in the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range.

He unscrewed the cork of the holy water bottle and poured it into the blood mist that was about to be extinguished.

"Zizizi..."

Accompanied by the sound of sulfuric acid corrosion, the vampire turned into a blood mist showed its original shape and fell to the ground.

At this time, the vampire has long lost its previous delicate and beautiful appearance. Large areas of white and delicate skin have become scorched black, and then the inner layers of muscle tissue, blood vessels, and even white bones are exposed.

A layer of grease-like foul-smelling liquid soon flowed from the ground.

With a wave of Thorn's sword, the extremely weak vampire who still wanted to beg for mercy was turned into a pile of ashes in the flames, and he couldn't die anymore.

Then, not daring to waste time, he quickly ran towards the elf swordsman with his sharp sword in hand.

To his surprise, as soon as he arrived at the battlefield, the battle was coming to an end.

—— "Cuiyan beheaded!"

The rune sword in the elf swordsman's hand emitted emerald-colored flames, and slashed at the thigh of the third-tier spellcaster with a 'chi' sound.

One of the caster's thighs was cut off at the root, and there was no trace of blood on the broken leg. It fell to the ground, and then shattered with a 'bang' like charred charcoal.

And on the wound at the base of the thigh of this unlucky caster, tiny flames emerged, scorching among the flesh and blood.

"what!!!"

He seemed to be entangled in a magical plague, screaming more horribly than a vampire, and was burned to death by emerald flames.

Seeing that the overall situation has been settled, Thorne patted a badge that symbolizes the identity of the tower owner hidden in his clothes solemnly, and said in a deep voice:

"Taling, search for the traces of the fourth-order hunter and obtain all his information."

As the real master of the wizard tower, he can instruct tower spirit to do anything for him within 100 kilometers of the tower.

This also means that even if he meets a strong man at the legendary level, as long as he has a chance, he can escape smoothly with the assistance of the wizard tower.

This is the real deterrent power of a wizard tower.

"...Received!....Starting the eye of insight!....Searching for the traces of the hunter!...Found a fourth-order hunter!...Analyzing the strength of the hunter...Please, the tower owner Wait!...the best sniper plan is being formulated for you!"

The cold metal mechanical sound of the Emerald Tower Tarling instantly came from Thorn's ears.

(End of this chapter)