Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 499 Shaking People
Seeing that the elf swordsman had successfully beheaded the evil spellcaster, Thorn immediately rushed over, intending to go with him to the depths of the valley where the paladin Avar fought with the leader of the Black Blood People.

Suddenly, he smelled a pungent stench, like some kind of abscess rot.

Thorn subconsciously glanced at the enemies on the ground who had been burned to ashes by emerald green flames, and found that it was not emitted by him.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the abnormality of the elven swordsman Lance.

I saw him clenching his teeth tightly, beads of sweat dripping down his pale face from time to time, his whole body was trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure some pain.

Thorne followed Lance's gaze down his body and saw a shocking scene.

At this time, the exposed skin of the elf swordsman's arm was swelling pustules at a very fast speed, and the wound began to fester all of a sudden. Pus dripped down his wrist little by little, and he almost couldn't hold the long rune sword in his hand.

Epidemic!
Thorne instantly judged what kind of spell the other party was using.

If this vile plague-like spell failed his Fortitude save, the disgusting abscess would gradually spread to all parts of his body until he died.

Although the opponent is trying their best to suppress this kind of damage, which has slowed down the spread of the disease a lot, but if there is no magical treatment and purification, it is only a matter of time before they are killed by the effect of the disease.

After all, his race is an elf, and his physical attributes are not even as good as humans.

This is still a spell cast by a spellcaster whose strength has reached the third level. It is already the best result if the opponent does not die on the spot.

Thorne didn't ask nonsense like 'Is there anything', and directly put it into action.

He quickly took out a bottle of holy water and healing potion, then tore open his sleeve and poured evenly on his swollen and festered arm.

"Zizzizi..."

The moment the holy water mixed with the healing potion touched the elf swordsman's arm, the red, swollen and festering wound absorbed it like a sponge, and made a sound like strong acid corrosion.

The elf swordsman couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. The rune sword slipped from his hand due to the intense pain. His left hand pressed his right arm forcibly, and his expression became a little distorted and hideous.

Fortunately, this guy is quite knowledgeable and understands that these two things can save his life, otherwise he can only choose to cut his arms to protect himself.

As the two bottles of life-breathing potions were completely absorbed, they quickly exerted their due effects.

The spread of the disease has stopped, and the red and swollen part of the arm is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Thorne did not relax.

Because those parts that had completely festered hadn't recovered yet, he even felt a faint evil aura, that is to say, the holy water and healing potions were only temporarily suppressed.

He understood that this was only a temporary solution, not the root cause. To truly heal the injury on his arm, he had to rely on the priest's healing magic and purification ability.

"It's fine for the time being, but even if it is cured, the scar will remain. Congratulations, you have a new collection. This is something worth celebrating." Thinking of this, Thorn joked to the elf swordsman with a smile road.

"......."

Lance, who was enduring the pain, had no time to pay attention to Thorne's teasing, but the worries in his heart were swept away by the other party's words.

Seeing this, Thorne signaled the other party to relax a little with his eyes, and then with a thought, he contacted his animal companion through a spiritual connection.

The crouching dragon beast that received the news quietly appeared from the shadow under the eaves.

It let out a low growl, brushing its own sense of existence, and at the same time responded to the master's call, and then walked over.

Three years later, the Fulong Beast's size has grown significantly, approaching the size of an adult orc. Under the scorching sun, its body wrapped in dark black scales glows with a faint green light.

The ferocious and proud Fulong Beast, every time it takes a step, the strong muscles flow back and forth on it like waves.

This represents its powerful strength. The sub-dragon Fulongmon with dragon blood has reached 21 points in strength. The power of its claws and bites can even tear light armor, and its sprint burst speed is comparable to that of a cheetah.

Moreover, it also has good flying and breathing abilities, which is almost close to the most perfect animal companion.

Thorne reached out and caressed the Volcano's head. Even though the weather was hot at this time, its scales still gave people a cold touch.

Fulong Beast narrowed its eyes slightly, and rubbed Thorne's trouser leg with its head.

Although its actions seem to be acting like a baby to its master, those who don't know it will only be attracted by its terrifying appearance, so they cannot notice its scarlet eyes without a trace of fierceness.

Thorne looked at the well-behaved Fulong beast, and a slight smile floated on the corner of his mouth.

After three years of getting along, this animal companion who used to like to dismiss it, but had to obey his orders, has long been tamed by him.

Whenever he goes hunting, Fulong Beast is always hidden in the dark by him, ready to support him.

He simply explained a few words to his animal companion, let it lead the elf swordsman to the rear battlefield, looking for the priest of the Silver Dragon Guards, he didn't dare to waste time, and immediately walked to the depths of the valley behind the village.

Because Ta Ling has searched for the battle site between General Avar, the paladin, and the hunter whose strength has reached the exemplary way.

Moreover, from the faint sounds of weapons and collisions in the distance, Thorn judged that the battle on the side of the Silver Dragon Guards was likely to have entered the final stage.

Seeing its master leaving, Fulong Beast looked up at the elf swordsman, let out a low growl of dissatisfaction, then walked proudly, swaggered around him, and came behind him.

I saw it flapping the wings on its back that were extremely disproportionate to its size, and jumped up. Amid Lance's exclamation, the Fulong Beast opened its bloody mouth, and its jaws were holding his collar, as if it was holding prey. , flew towards the direction of the pastor.

Thorne left from the back door of the village and came to a valley composed of bushes and jagged rocks. Through the traces left on a path on the ground, he could judge various traces of entry and exit.

This also means that the secret bases of hunters are definitely hidden near the cliffs of the valley, for example: the temple of Mara, the god of hunting.

At this time, without the secret protection and companionship of his animal companions, in order to prevent sneak attacks like the previous vampires, Thorne walked at a leisurely pace, and he was extra cautious every time he took a step.

Although most of the horse-drawn hunters' combat power had been defeated by the silver dragon guards, and they were almost killed or injured, it did not mean that there were no other hunters ambushing on the road leading to the hunting temple.

After all, these hunters representing the distorted side of nature and the chaotic evil camp meant that he would not be surprised by any incredible things they did.

The hunter tribe in the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range was almost wiped out by him alone. During this period, he really saw the chaotic scene where he was fighting with the hunters and the hunters were still killing each other there, which made him dumbfounded There are simply not too many scenes.

Therefore, he couldn't guarantee that he could reach the hunting temple deep in the valley unimpeded like the paladin Avar.

After a while, Thorne heard a slight sound coming from behind him. This imperceptible movement was more like the sound of beast claws scratching on the fallen leaves in the forest.

Thorne, who was walking silently, was unmoved. He seemed to be walking as usual, but his body covered by the cloak stretched his muscles tightly.

He tried to pretend he didn't hear anything, luring him into an unsuspecting pounce.

Thorne held the hilt of the sword firmly, his heart beating violently.

As the footsteps got closer, he could even clearly hear the slightly cramped heavy breathing.

Immediately afterwards, a black figure sprang out from the dense bushes, jumped up, and attacked Thorn's back without warning.

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by a light sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed, the sharp sword passed through the chest of the shadow, and his sharp claws were only less than five centimeters away from Thorne's frost-covered face.

The werewolf glanced unwillingly at the ranger in front of him, his body softened, and he fell face up in the bushes with a 'plop', lifeless.

Thorn lifted the sword upside down and continued to walk deep into the valley.

After walking a few steps, he heard another crow singing like a mantra, and he looked vigilantly in the direction of the source of the sound.

What came into view was a dead tree with a crooked neck growing on the hillside. A group of ravens the size of human heads stood on the bare trunk. It was hard to imagine that this dead tree with a crooked neck could bear so many ravens.

Just when Thorn looked over, the group of ravens seemed to have spotted him.

Of course, it can also be said that they have been eyeing him for a long time.

All the ravens fluttered their wings, forming a dark cloud that covered the sky and the sun, and amidst piercing mantras, they all rushed towards Thorne.

——"Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Facing the black ravens, Thorn didn't panic at all. He unhurriedly condensed a large fireball in the palm of his hand, and the big fireball with its trailing flames mercilessly smashed towards the ravens.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the chaotic raven chanting was covered by the sound of the explosion. The scorching air wave spread rapidly in the crows, and a huge transparent hole was blown out of the crows that blocked the scorching sun.

The raven at the center of the explosion was like a dumpling, with the flames ignited on its feathers, and fell into the dense bushes, emitting acrid thick smoke.

It has to be said that Thorne's fireball was very effective. Except for those who were killed on the spot, most of the ravens disappeared into the depths of the valley with a strange squawk.

In the end, there were only a dozen or so ravens left, and they still jumped on him fearlessly.

These ravens hovered hundreds of meters above Thorn's head, strangely turning into a humanoid monster.

These monsters have two feet, black skin, a bird's head and a human body, with no feathers or wings on their bodies, and hooked claws attached to their two strong arms.

This is the evil arakkoa of the lycanthropes.

Looking at the dark humanoid monsters, Thorne instantly recognized their identities.

To his surprise, this kind of arakkoa, who is the most cautious and secretive among the lycanthropes, would join forces with the believers of the hunters, which he never expected.

The dozen or so arakkoa who had completed their transformation swooped down to the ground with the help of their falling force, and charged Thorne condescendingly.

Their cursing sound also turned into a series of shrill screams that could pierce eardrums.

As the arakkoa approached, the calm Thorne slowly drew out another sharp sword.

In the blink of an eye, the Raven Man was in front of him.

They had already adjusted in mid-air to form a double-team formation against Thorn, waving their sharp claws while muttering creepy curses, trying to disrupt his position.

Facing these arakkoa whose strength was only at the second level at most, Thorne just stood there, motionless.

Soon, arakkoa pounced on him one by one, but they were all cut by the two sharp swords wrapped in flames in his hand. His bloody chest was scorched black, causing the arakkoa to die on the spot.

In the end, the two surviving arakkoa stared at each other in shock, then let out a sharp squawk, transformed into a raven the size of a human head, and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing the two arakkoa running away, Thorne did not choose to chase them in order to prevent accidents, but continued to remain vigilant and walked deep into the valley.

Fortunately, in the next journey, he rushed to the place where the fourth-order hunter and the paladin Avar fought without any danger.

Thorn didn't rush to help, but hid in the shadow of the rock, observing the battle situation for the time being.

At this time, in a clearing on the cliff, General Avar was being pinched by a wild boar and a big cat with only a skeleton left.

Judging from the shape of the skeleton, Thorne judged that the other party should be a dire lion.

On the white skeleton of this undead ferocious lion, apart from the scarlet ghostly flames gleaming in its eye sockets, it was also shrouded in a negative energy atmosphere that even sunlight could not penetrate. The violent roar echoed frequently in the depths of the valley.

It's hard to imagine how a skeleton roars.

However, Thorne understands that now is not the time to discuss this illogical question.

Soon, he found the fourth-tier hunter who had opened a large distance from the paladin.

This is a skinny old man dressed in animal fur armor. From the negative energy surrounding him, it can be seen that the opponent's occupation is a fallen druid, known as: the blighter who destroys nature.

The battle seemed to have just started, but in Thorn's view, the situation in front of him was obviously very unfavorable to the paladin.

At this moment, he was entangled with a wild boar man whose strength had reached the third level and a ferocious undead lion, so he couldn't get close to the blighter.

Whenever he was about to charge up to kill these two annoying flies, the Blight standing in the distance would cast various restraining spells, so that he had to pull back.

In other words, this fourth-tier paladin seemed to be in crisis. As time passed, if he didn't have any hole cards, he might be dragged to death here by the opponent.

Unless he can wait for the support of the priests and paladins in the Silver Dragon Guards before he dies.

Thorne, who understands the situation, understands that this is definitely not the time to hide here and watch the excitement.

If there were no paladins to help them hold back this fourth-level Blighter, the battle ahead would not be so smooth.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, put the sharp sword in its scabbard, and a composite longbow and two demon-breaking arrows appeared in his hand.

Thorne took advantage of the time when the paladin was fighting the wild boar and the dire lion, and the blight was preparing his spells, and immediately shot an arrow with his bow.

"collapse!"

Accompanied by the reverberation of the bowstring, a sharp arrow that shone silvery in the sun tore through the air, aiming directly at the Blighter who cast the spell.

The moment the sharp arrow shot out, the caster of the Blight sensed the danger.

However, he didn't dodge immediately, but took the lead in putting away the spell. His cloudy eyes looked at the place where Thorne was hiding, the corners of his mouth squirmed, and he began to murmur an unknown spell.

"boom!"

The sharp arrow successfully hit the Blighter's protective force field, instantly making the protective force field dim, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The failed arrow turned around and flew in the direction where Thorne was hiding.

Thorne didn't stop shooting, the second arrow passed by the returning arrow, and rushed towards the caster of the Blight again.

The moment he shot the second arrow, he found that the Blight was pointing at his position.

Sensing the inexplicable crisis, his expression changed, and he immediately jumped out of the rock where he was hiding.

Immediately afterwards, at the place where he had just escaped, dense solid ice thorns condensed under the dry and hard rock, bursting out of the ground like a bloom of ice.

At the same time, Thorn's second magic-breaking arrow also successfully hit the body of the wither.

The arrow easily shattered the dim protective force field.

It's a pity that a brand new force field barrier suddenly reappeared on the body of the withered man, making his attack return in vain.

Thorne was not surprised by this at all.

Obviously, it was already in his expectation.

"kill him!"

Seeing that the ranger who appeared escaped his fatal blow, the Blight snorted coldly, ignored him, and turned his attention to the wild boar and the dire lion who were retreated one after another by the paladin.

"Roar!"

A lion man who didn't know when he was hiding in the bushes shook out the thick dark mane on his neck, held a tomahawk, jumped up, and slashed at Thorne condescendingly.

——"Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Leap!"

Feeling the fierce force of the heavy battle axe, Thorne, who had no time to dodge, turned into a cloud of shadow energy and disappeared ten meters away from the lion man.

He immediately put away his longbow and two sharp arrows, and drew out his two swords.

"collapse!"

Suddenly, the muffled sound of the bowstring vibrating came from behind him. Thorne was startled, and without thinking, he quickly activated the "Deflection Field" on the protective ring, and at the same time activated the Stone Dragon faction's stance skill "Stone Forged Body" .

Almost when the protective barrier was activated and covered his whole body, a sharp arrow flew towards him, directly hitting his back.

The sharp arrow shattered the "Deflecting Force Field", which was eventually counteracted by his powerful defense. The arrow was only stuck in the muscle layer, but the force on the arrow made him stagger and sway a few steps forward.

In the bushes on a hillside behind Thorn, a tall and burly mixed-breed orc stared in astonishment at the ranger with an arrow stuck in his back but was fine, locked on him again with ferocious eyes, and then pulled his hands away. strong bow.

"Roar!"

The lion man wielding a heavy battle ax followed closely, charging from the front of Thorn.

Thorn, who had just stabilized his body, rolled on the ground, taking the opportunity to reach out and break the arrow on his back reluctantly.

He managed to avoid the lion man's fatal blow, and the heavy battle ax smashed into the dry and cracked ground, leaving a deep gully in the flying dust.

- "Dimensional step!"

Thorn, who escaped the attack in a thrilling manner, didn't dare to waste time. A rune light flashed under his feet, and disappeared in place again, avoiding the sharp arrow of the hybrid orc and the second attack of the lion man.

The Lionman, who failed in all three attacks, roared angrily, his bloodshot pupils searching for Thorn's disappearing figure.

On the other side, seeing the ranger disappear, the hybrid orc who was about to pull out the third arrow to re-lock the target was startled, as if anticipating some danger.

Unfortunately, it was too late, a sharp sword that shone brightly under the scorching sun tore through the air, and slashed straight towards the hybrid orc's neck.

Blood splattered, a terrified human head rolled to the ground, and a turbulent column of blood soared into the sky.

The orc's stiff body was like a felled tree, falling to the ground lifeless.

As the orc fell to the ground, Thorne emerged from behind him, sword in both hands.

The lion man who finally found Thorn's figure shook his thick mane, roared angrily, raised his heavy battle ax upside down, and charged at him.

——"Stone Dragon Faction (Strike Skill): Tauren Charge!"

Seeing the lion man rushing over, Thorne took a deep breath in order to make a quick decision, all the muscles in his body tensed, and he also lifted the sharp sword upside down, and rushed straight down from the hillside.

"boom!"

When the lion man was about to approach Thorne, the heavy battle ax in his hand mercilessly slashed towards him.

Thorne leaned over to avoid the fatal slash, and with the help of the inertia of the charge, he jumped forward, and all the strength of his body hit the arms of the burly and tall lion man.

Immediately, the lion man felt an unrivaled force hit his chest fiercely, he let out a muffled sound, his body was thrown backwards by Thorne like a broken ball, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Thorn followed closely, and when the lion man fell to the ground, the sharp sword emitting scorching light took the opportunity to jump up. The sharp blade stabbed the lion man's chest fiercely, and then twisted hard to solve the problem. his life.

"careful!"

After killing the lion man in one go, Thorn, who was a little out of breath, was about to take a break when the exclamation of the paladin Avar came from not far away.

He subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction of the Blighter.

——"Seven Rings Spell: Finger of Death!"

Thorne found that the Blight, who was casting spells rapidly, just raised his finger to point at him, and a blood-red light shot towards him in an instant.

Looking at the fatal blow of the Blighter, Thorne didn't panic at all, and his reaction was very quick.

Just when the dark red light was about to hit him, he quickly took out a mouse that was dying from the previous fierce battle from the dark pocket of his clothes, and threw it precisely on the dark red light, successfully dodging the mouse. fatal blow.

This little mouse was accidentally caught by him when he was rushing here.

Thinking that the hunter was a fourth-order spellcaster proficient in necromancy spells, he casually grabbed him, but he didn't expect that he would actually use it.

Although he has the counter skill "Spiritual Defense" of the Steel Soul School, he can use the energy of Qi instead of resisting various spells that require physical immunity.

But "Finger of Death" was an instant-death spell, and he wasn't bold enough to bet on such a deadly save without a second chance.

The paladin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ranger supporting him was safe.

Just when he was so dazed, the wild boar and the dire lion seized the opportunity and all attacked him.

"boom!"

The two sledgehammers in the wild boar's hands hit the paladin's chest fiercely, directly denting his armor with a sledgehammer mark.

The entire body was also thrown five or six meters away, and the roaring ferocious lion took advantage of the situation to rush up to make up the knife.

However, this paladin who suffered such a heavy blow and was still acting like a normal person looked at the undead ferocious lion, and let out a faint cold snort in his nose. When approaching, a magical aura burst out instantly.

The energy shield with milky white brilliance immediately condensed into shape in front of Avar.

The moment the ferocious lion, whose whole body was covered in negative energy, pounced on the energy shield, it was like a mouse pounced on a red-hot iron. Burnt smoke.

——"Advanced dispelling magic!"

At this time, the Blighter in the distance made another move, raising his hand with a flashing spell, easily smoothing down the energy shield around the paladin.

"Roar!"

The retreating undead ferocious lion's scarlet pupils were blood red, and it let out a deafening roar.

This undead creature seems to have some special connection with the Blight.

As the Blighter looked at the undead ferocious lion, the negative energy aura around it became real, and the injury he suffered just now also recovered, which directly made the paladin change his expression.

Its skeleton-only body suddenly tensed up, leaped forward, and threw itself at the paladin again.

—— "Ancestral spirits go berserk!"

At the same time, the face of the wild boar man with sharp fangs suddenly became solemn, his hair was dancing wildly, and he spoke a strange language.

In an instant, a shadow of a spirit appeared above the head of the wild boar.It was also a wild boar, except that the aura and appearance of this wild boar were more primitive and ancient, and the weapons and armor were engraved with ancient runes.

This looks obviously more like some kind of combat skill combined into one.

"Go to hell!" The wild boar and the bear spirit above his head roared at the same time.

In an instant, brandishing the two long-handled hammers in his hand, he charged towards the paladin.

——"Seven Rings Spell: Evil Gaze!"

In the distance, the Blighter's spell followed the charge of the wild boar, and the spell was just completed. A pair of evil eyes stared coldly at the body of the paladin as if looking straight into his heart.

The moment his weird eyes touched, the paladin's body suddenly stopped, and he quickly recovered, but at the moment of this pause, his body was thrown to the ground by the charging undead ferocious lion. .

A pair of sharp fangs exuding the breath of death mercilessly tore at the paladin's heavily guarded neck armor.

——"Binding Slash!"

Facing the fierce lion's bite, the paladin's expression remained unchanged. Holding the holy golden broadsword in both hands, he recited a few syllables in a deep voice, and then golden energy chains shot out from the sword, holding the violent violent lion tightly. tied together.

The paladin took the opportunity to stand up and distance himself from the unmovable ferocious lion, ready to meet the wild boar attack.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Spreading the Karmic Fire!"

Just as the paladin escaped from the mouth of the dire lion, a cloud of shadow energy emerged, and Thorne, surrounded by blue flames, appeared beside the dire lion.

Under Thorne's control, this weird blue flame quickly spread to the whole body of the roaring ferocious lion.

Although the undead ferocious lion has a bare skeleton all over, the blue flame that Thorne casts acts on the soul, and is especially good at dealing with undead creatures driven by the fire of the undead.

Thorne believed that as long as the Blight didn't take the initiative to help his undead companion get rid of the blue flame, the Dire Lion would definitely be burned alive in time.

"Roar!"

At this time, the wild boar who was about to rush towards the paladin saw Thorne who suddenly appeared, so he let out a roar at the same time as the spirit above his head, turned his gun, and smashed two big hammers at Thorne with great force. .

"Oops!"

The paladin, who was about to meet the attack, secretly said something was wrong, and immediately raised his sword to block it.

Unfortunately, it was too late, the two had already confronted each other.

——"Stone Dragon School (Stance Skill): Giant's Power!"

——"Stone Dragon School (Strike Technique): Landslide!"

Facing the wild boar's attack, Thorn's expression froze, and his whole demeanor changed suddenly.

In the shocked eyes of the wild boar, he seemed to have become an unshakable mountain, or an ancient giant.

"boom!"

The two sharp swords in Thorn's hands drew deadly arcs, carrying an indescribable force transmitted from the earth, and they stood still to block the wild boar's slam that combined with the power of the spirit.

——"Breaking evil and slashing!"

The paladin who arrived in time raised the holy adamantine broadsword with both hands, and the surrounding holy light gathered around him like a real silk thread, and it was as dazzling as a corona halo.

"Pfft!"

The sharp broadsword hit the wild boar man's chest with the power of brilliance, leaving a deep wound, and the ancient spirit of the wild boar man on top of his head disappeared immediately.

Thorn took the opportunity to jump up violently, and with a backhand sword, a bloodstain was drawn on the wild boar's neck, and then kicked him flying.

——"Stone Dragon School (Strike Skill): Bone Cracking Strike!"

Then the blade hit the Dire Lion's skull heavily. This undead creature whose head was wrapped in blue flames and whose soul fire was gradually dimming, under Thorne's slamming blow, a spider web-like crack appeared on the hard skull. And spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The undead ferocious lion wailed, fell to the ground, and was dispelled by the paladin's blow, directly purifying it.

"puff!"

The moment the ferocious lion died, the spell that was about to be completed by the Blighter in the distance was suddenly interrupted, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his expression became sluggish.

"Wolf witch, fuck you! Why haven't you appeared yet?" Looking at the reversed situation of the battle, the hunter looked flustered and couldn't help cursing.

Now he is caught in a dilemma. If he does not choose to escape, he will face the pincer attack of the paladin and the ranger who suddenly appeared, and even attract reinforcements from the rear.

But choosing to evacuate means that his hard work in the past few years will be ruined, which is the last thing he wants to see.

So he pinned his only hope on the temporary allies.

Who would have thought that this cunning wolf witch would not show up for so long.

"Do you have the ability to kill this hunter?"

Thorn, who was so sore all over, sat down on the ground, looking vigilantly at the Blight who had stopped attacking and stood alone looking around, and took the opportunity to communicate with the paladin.

"No." The honest paladin held his broadsword tightly, blocked the ranger who was sitting on the ground, and replied truthfully, "If he wants to escape, we have no way to keep him."

This time he attacked the valley, his original plan was to drag the hunter down by himself, and then wait for the silver dragon guards to kill all his men, and the opponent would choose to run away because they were outnumbered, and their goal was accomplished up.

As a paladin with self-knowledge, he never thought about how to kill this fourth-tier Blighter.

Because he knew very well in his heart that no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to complete it, so it was better to preserve his strength and delay as long as possible.

"I have a way, you need to listen to my command." Thorn, who was sitting on the ground, looked thoughtfully at the wither who refused to leave, and smiled at the paladin: "Get ready to fight, I want to shake people gone."

Although the paladin Avar didn't quite understand the meaning of 'shaking people', seeing the other party's confident face, he nodded seriously to Thorne, waiting for the order.

(End of this chapter)