Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 91
The night is dark, the stars and the moon are dark, the paths on the ground are blurred, and only a few dim torches emit a little bit of light.

The biting night wind was blowing towards the face, and the smell of blood and stench smeared over the dense dark red mane of the wolf man warrior.

The Gnoll warriors patrolling the camp stretched out their paws subconsciously to scratch their hair, and then wandered around boredly.

At this time, in the shadowy corner of the house, a group of undetectable figures quietly slipped away from the patrolling jackals.

Thorn glanced at a relatively spacious wooden house in front of him, and heaved a sigh of relief.

More than an hour had passed since the battle ended, and the chaos in the Gnoll camp had already subsided.

Horat also disappeared under the light of a light blue magic circle.

But Thorne did not choose to leave, and was still lurking in the camp, looking for a place where the wolf man cubs lived.

He used the ranger's magic to cover up his aura and traces, and carefully avoided the guards of the wolf man patrolling in every corner along the way, and finally he found his target.

This is a camp that accommodates more than 1500 people. Although the jackals also have a certain amount of civilization inheritance and know how to live and develop, they are still far behind the human race.

The simple houses they built were scattered and there was no order at all. In this labyrinth-like camp, only the jackals could rely on their keen sense of smell to locate themselves or find their companions.

While lurking along the way, Thorn encountered a cage where goblin kobold slaves were held, and saw more than a dozen hill giants feasting on the corpse of the gnoll killed by him and Horat.

At the same time, they passed a lair built by gnolls for the pack of wolves, and were almost noticed by a burly leader of the wolves.

The only thing that made him fortunate was that this camp had only just been established, otherwise, with the level of wisdom of the wolf man, this place would gradually develop into an area dirtier than urban slums.

The gnoll camp is actually similar to the small settlement of the kobolds and goblins in the wilderness. Thorne once foolishly broke into the goblin's camp in order to slaughter the goblins without knowing much about it.

Since that experience, he no longer dared to wander around at will, not because the camp was overstaffed or full of traps and various ambushes.

The main reason is that TM is too dirty. You can imagine the feeling of fighting with enemies in a place full of all kinds of filth.

Thorn quietly touched the hidden figure behind the door of a house. He glanced at the tightly closed door, drew out his long sword, and then kicked hard at the simple wooden door.

boom!
Click!

The simple door couldn't withstand Thorne's heavy blow, and as the wood cracked, it opened in response, and a stench and heat mixed with all kinds of filth rushed towards us.

Rubble was scattered everywhere in this room, and a bonfire was burning in the center of the house. Beside the bonfire was a pile of poor-quality woolen fabrics and various sewn rough animal skins.

Three ferocious female gnolls stared vigilantly at Thorne who broke in from the door.

In the corner of the room is a group of about 30 little wolf cubs, lying on the spread of wild animal skins, cuddling with each other.

Some had already fallen asleep, while others were awakened by the huge movement caused by Thorne, and stared at him with grinning teeth.

A group of dirty gnolls and cubs, under the smoke of the bonfire, the already strong stench on their bodies became even more unbearable.

Roar!
The three female gnolls let out a low growl at the same time, giving a demonstrative growl to the sudden intruder.

In the Gnoll tribe, especially the large tribe with Yeenogul's fangs that can be transformed into Gnoll warriors through hyenas, as long as there is enough food and hyenas, they will never worry about the number of the tribe.

The food intake of a wolf man is comparable to that of an adult tiger, which intersects with a smaller hyena. The wolf man is also very clear about which one is easy to keep.

So generally only the leader has the right to mate.

This ensures that the strongest offspring will be born, other gnolls cannot give birth to offspring, and need to raise them together.

The three female gnolls in front of Thorn were obviously the spouses of the leader of the gnolls.

The wolf man tribe wants to produce the strongest offspring. In addition to the powerful male leader, their female spouse is also the most powerful existence in the tribe, and their strength is at least second-order or above.

Facing the three female gnolls in front of him, Thorne naturally did not dare to underestimate them.

In the dim room, the two met without any excessive words. The moment the two sides looked into each other's eyes, a killing quickly unfolded.

Ow!

First of all, one of the female wolf man let out a high-spirited howl, which was calling for his companions. If Thorne couldn't solve it as soon as possible, the companion who responded to the wolf man's howling would arrive quickly.

While the wolf man was howling, the other two female wolf men had stretched out their sharp claws and opened their bloody mouths to pinch Thorn left and right.

One grabbed at Thorne's neck, and the other half bent over and bit Thorne's leg.

Feeling the stench of the wolf man approaching, Thorn's expression froze, and he went up to him with a sharp knife in his hand.

The strength of these three wolf men is obviously stronger than that of ordinary wolf man warriors. When Thorne swung his long sword and slashed at the sharp claws that were grabbing at his neck.

The female wolf man retracted instantly, and changed from grabbing to pouncing, like the most primitive beast pounced.

Thorne kicked the head of the wolf man that was biting his leg, and then slammed forward with all his strength, hitting the wolf man who was pounced on him.

He suppressed a stench, and the dagger in his left hand flashed a cold light on the wolf man's abdomen without hesitation, and then he pushed his right elbow hard on his chest, knocking him away, leaving him lying on his back alone. Howling on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Thorn swung the long sword downwards, and a cold light flashed across. The head of the jackal who hadn't reacted after being kicked by him was cut off directly, and the ferocious expression remained on his face.

Roar!
At this time, another uninjured female Gnoll jumped up, waved its claws like a beast, and rushed towards Thorn.

Facing the unskilled attack, Thorne turned sideways slightly, dodged the wolf man's pounce, and slashed with the sharp long sword.

Hot blood spattered Thorne's face, and the jackal was cut off in half in an instant, and its upper body lay on the ground and howled.

Ok?
Just as Thorn held his sword to meet a group of grinning wolf cubs, suddenly the female wolf man who was disembowelled first seemed to come back to life.

Enduring the severe pain, he threw himself in front of Thorne and hugged his leg tightly, biting down with his ferocious fangs.

puff!

Thorne frowned, the long sword flashed a cold light, and a fluffy head hung on Thorne's thigh.

boom!
Thorn shook off the head of the wolf man hanging on his thigh, and walked towards the more than 30 furry little wolf cubs curled up in the corner with a long sword in his hand.

It has to be said that no matter what animal, including humans, in order to enhance the survival rate, the infancy is very cute, even these terrible legacies from the power of the devil.

Roar!Roar!Roar!
Looking at the bursts of low growls and all kinds of cowardly but cute whimpers, Thorne's expression showed no emotion.

These more than 30 little wolf cubs are all descendants of the leader of the wolf man. If there is no accident, after they grow up, they will kill each other and compete with each other. One of them will definitely inherit the whole tribe and become the new leader.

Then he led his tribe to attack the villages of the wilderness like locusts, sacking the settlements of civilization, leaving only razed buildings, gnawed corpses and polluted land.

Face these evil humanoids like demons, without a trace of kindness, mercy, or anything resembling a conscience.

Thorne is naturally relentless, and he never cares whether they look like monsters or kawaii.

——"Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame of the Young Dragon!"

A turbulent flame enveloped all the cubs gathered together. Amidst the wails and the smell of meat, Thorn released a ring of magic spell "No Trace" on his body and quickly disappeared in the cold night. .

(End of this chapter)