Hunter starting from Hunter World

Damn it! It's the poisonous arrow of the violent headhunter of the troll!

The male elf quickly helped his companion pull out the arrow and looked at the wound bleeding out black blood, with a look of despair on his face.

If they were fighting in the high elf kingdom in the north, they could naturally ask for help from mages and pharmacists, or use magic to neutralize toxins, or take a bottle of special antidote.

But this is a human territory that has just ended the tribal era. There are neither mages nor pharmacists, only some superficial knowledge of herbal medicine.

In the eyes of the high elves, those so-called physicians are basically no different from lucky ones.

Whether the wounded and sick can be cured depends entirely on luck and physical fitness.

As for the functions of the herbs boiled into soup, they are mostly for psychological comfort.

There are very few therapeutic and interpretive elements in it.

kill me!

The female elf made a decision immediately without any hesitation.

Because she understood that if she fell into the hands of those trolls alive, she would never die cleanly.

Due to the hatred between elves and trolls, coupled with her identity as a woman, being a captive means torture and humiliation, until the abused inhuman form is brutally eaten.

As an elite member of the ranger force, she had seen too many tragic situations when villages were captured by trolls, so she would rather die at the hands of her companions than fall into the hands of troll headhunters.

But……

The male elf was obviously a little intolerant.

Although the two of them did not have a personal relationship like that between a man and a woman, they were still comrades who walked side by side through the area controlled by the Amani trolls. How could they not hesitate when it came to such a time of separation.

Stop talking nonsense! Take action quickly! Do you want to see me fall into the hands of those headhunters? the female elf urged with a ferocious expression.

As the poison continued to spread, her whole body was paralyzed and became inoperable, and the chasing troll headhunters were getting closer and closer. If they didn't take action, neither of them would be able to escape.

Although every elf who joins the Ranger Force is ready to sacrifice, they both still shoulder the mission entrusted to them by the Sun King and the Council.

So before meeting the human emperor, make sure at least one of them is alive.

Feel sorry!

The male elf suppressed the grief in his heart, suddenly pulled out a dagger, aimed at the bone seam under the ear, and stabbed it hard.

This location was chosen because it can immediately destroy the brain and minimize the pain of death.

But the moment the dagger touched the giant skin, the ground suddenly began to shake, followed by a rumbling sound that came closer and closer.

The male elf immediately stopped all movements, raised his head and stared into the distance with wide eyes.

I saw dust suddenly rising all over the sky in the distance!

The next second...

Thousands of cavalry rushed out of the dust and crashed into the unprepared troll army at extremely fast speeds.

The soldiers at the front were holding a flag symbolizing the Emperor of the Arathor Empire!

Emperor Thoradin's reinforcements finally arrived at the critical moment.

Allen, who was fighting to the death with the troll warlord and the high-ranking priest of the Dragon Eagle God, undoubtedly saw this. He immediately pushed back these two difficult guys with a sword, and wiped the mixture of sweat and blood on his face, which meant that He said deeply: It seems that I won!

Reinforcements? How is this possible!

Seeing the knights headed by Artoria rushing into the crowd and killing them, the troll warlord finally became a little panicked.

Because the reason why he dared to take the huge risk and choose to besiege the city and launch an attack was because he knew that Rapids City was quite far away from here, and it would take a certain amount of time to gather an army, so it was impossible to have reinforcements in a short time.

But the scene before him completely overturned his previous judgment.

From the moment you walked out of the mountain, I have sent a messenger to notify Rapid City. Guess, why did our emperor wait until now to show up? Allen asked in a slightly mocking tone.

He uses you and your territory as bait, and has been waiting...for the best time to attack!

The high-ranking priest of the God of Dragon and Eagle suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and his falcon-like pupils revealed a look of fear.

Correction! I voluntarily became the bait! Allen shook the sword body and hilt, which had been soaked in plasma.

Although at this moment, whether it is physical strength, life energy, or magic power, he is almost in a state of exhaustion, and there are many traces of burns and cuts on his body, but it gives people a feeling that he is even worse than he was at the beginning. A sense of calmness.

As for the reason, of course it was the beautiful figure who rushed to the front, wearing silver armor and killing at least three troll warriors every time he swung his weapon.

With Artoria here, Allen didn't feel that a mere high-level priest who was fused with the incarnation of the Dragon and Eagle God could cause any trouble.

You must know that Artoria has focused her energy wholeheartedly on cultivation in these years, and has not gotten involved in anything related to politics at all.

So if Allen's current physical level can barely compete with those wilderness demigods, then Artoria can completely suppress them, or even kill one or two of them.

Notice!

The slaughter here does not refer to the orc hero Grom Hellscream, who first relies on the orcs who drink the blood of demons to weaken the power of the demigod Cenarius, and then goes up to make up for the damage himself.

Instead, in a one-on-one battle, defeat or even kill your opponent with pure strength and swordsmanship.

Volunteer?

The Overseer subconsciously glanced at the fortress that had been damaged almost beyond repair, as well as a large number of houses that were set ablaze by flames.

As a lord, Allen undoubtedly paid a very heavy price in this war.

Whether it was the burned villages, the dykes dug by the lake, or this bustling town that was supposed to be home to a large population, everything was finished.

The Troll Overseer really couldn't figure out why a lord would do this under the human enfeoffment system.

A reward from the emperor after the war?

Or is it for fame?

Unfortunately, he no longer had the chance to ask.

It only took a few minutes for Artoria, who was riding a war horse, to cut a bloody path and slash down with the shining golden sword in her hand.

clang!

Sparks fly!

The weapon in the warlord's hand was filled with a lot of magic and curses. He almost didn't hold it and let go of it on the spot. His pupils expanded, contracted, and then expanded again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He never thought that a human could completely crush him in terms of strength.

After passing by, Artoria quickly controlled the war horse to turn around, and happened to stand in the open space less than fifteen meters away from Allen. She pursed her lips and joked: I never thought that one day I would be able to see... You look so embarrassed. Are these two opponents difficult to deal with?

You think it's just the two of them? Look at the corpses on the ground. I killed these all by myself. Allen rolled his eyes angrily.

From the beginning of the war to now, he has killed three to four thousand troll warriors, many of whom have excellent combat skills and experience.

If he hadn't cultivated the life energy system, any other famous mortal hero in the history of Azeroth would probably have died of exhaustion.

Alone? Where are your soldiers? Where are the reinforcements brought by Ignaus? Arturia frowned subconsciously and cast her gaze towards the burning town behind her.

I asked them to take refuge in the cellar. Be careful! Don't let the high-level priest transform or control the fire element energy unscrupulously, otherwise hundreds of soldiers can be burned to death in an instant. Allen said in a serious tone. reminded.

In other words, this is the problem that needs to be solved with the highest priority, right?

With that said, Arturia got off her horse and patted her mount's butt, signaling it to run away.

She still prefers fighting on foot to charging on horseback.

Allen nodded without thinking: Yes! If he is not dealt with, all the reinforcements will be in danger. In addition, the warlord cannot take it lightly. The toxins and curses he attached to the weapons will, once scratched If the broken skin comes into contact with blood, a very terrible reaction will occur immediately. Even I can't come up with any good solutions for the time being.

OK! Got it!

As the last word blurted out, Artoria immediately took up her sword and rushed forward, launching a violent attack.

The speed of her sword swing was so fast that both the warlord and the high-ranking priest were unable to parry it. They could only keep retreating and let the cannon fodder around them come up to die, in order to gain a brief respite.

Seeing that the defeat was certain, the high-level priest immediately jumped back to get some distance, and quickly changed into the form of a dragon eagle. With one wing and an auxiliary wing at the rear, he struggled to take off, or at least escape from the battlefield first.

But just as he started to take off before he could jump up, Allen chased after him with a sprint, raised the door panel and slashed hard on the last intact wing with his sword.

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere!

The high-ranking priest let out a scream and immediately failed to take off. Under the action of inertia, he rolled and flew seven or eight meters away. He barely stopped until he hit a big tree.

Want to run away? Naive! Allen sneered and mocked.

As a person who holds grudges, he will not forget that it was the other party who set fire to the fire and destroyed the only town in his territory that was used for trade and commodity exchange.

What's more, he also hopes to kill the opponent so that the giant sword in his hand can be promoted to a weapon of legendary quality.

Asshole! Do you really want to fight to the death? the high-ranking priest asked through gritted teeth.

Idiot! We have been fighting to the death for a long time! Come on! Let me see the real Dragon Eagle God Gayale! With your ability, you should be able to release it completely, right?

As he spoke, Allen had begun to mobilize the last energy in his body, focusing all of it on the giant sword, causing it to once again release the devastating and dazzling fire.

Very good! You asked for this! Then come and see the power of Dragon Eagle God Gayalai! The high-ranking priest roared loudly with a ferocious face.

moment!

He released his confinement and control over the incarnation of Gayalai and sacrificed everything, including body and soul, to the Dragon-Eagle God.

In just a few seconds, the already huge Dragon Eagle doubled in size again, and at the same time, it suddenly released monstrous flames all around.

Many human soldiers and troll warriors who were fighting had no time to dodge or escape before they were engulfed by the flames and turned into puddles of unrecognizable black char.

When the flames dissipated, the dragon eagle in the center still recovered from all its injuries like a phoenix bathed in flames, and even the lost wings grew back for some reason.

The most important thing is that there are no longer those worldly emotions in its eyes, replaced by a kind of pure wildness.

There is no doubt that this is the Dragon Eagle God Gayale, not the previous body controlled by a high-ranking priest.

If it were normal times, Allen would be very happy to communicate with such intelligent and long-lived creatures.

But now, Gayale is obviously not ready to communicate with him.

After a brief confrontation, Dragon Eagle immediately flapped its wings and instantly summoned hundreds of fireballs, all of which hit Allen's location.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

After a deafening explosion, the area hundreds of meters ahead had completely turned into a scorched earth purgatory.

The armor and weapons left behind by the dead soldiers had been turned into hot molten iron by the high temperature and flames.

Such a terrifying scene not only stunned Emperor Thoradin, who personally commanded the army, but even the trolls who were still desperately resisting were dumbfounded.

Unfortunately, this massive attack did not hurt Allen even a hair.

With the fire resistance brought by the giant sword in his hand and his control over magical energy and elemental energy, ordinary fire magic has no effect on him.

not good!

Seeing the large-scale killing that the Dragon Eagle God could inflict, Artoria glanced directly at the troll governor and immediately tried to run over to support.

But Gayalai had long noticed this human being who could threaten him, and immediately spit out a hot tongue of fire from his mouth, forcing King Da Mao to raise his sword covered with life energy to block.

It itself took advantage of this opportunity, flapping its wings to take advantage of the updraft, hoping to fly higher.

But how could Allen allow the prey to escape from under his nose? He immediately jumped high and deep, raised the giant sword in his hand above his head, aimed at the position near the dragon eagle's neck and slashed it with all his strength.

Open it for me!!!!

boom!

With the last bit of energy left, the sharp sword blade finally tore through the layer of energy protection on the Dragon Eagle God's body, and opened a bone-deep gash close to the main artery in the neck.

The blood, as hot as lava, suddenly spurted out as if desperate, burning half of Allen's sword-holding arm.

But even so, Allen still had no intention of letting go. Instead, he put his other hand up and thrust the giant sword deeper bit by bit despite the severe pain.

He could feel that this sword was drawing power crazily from the blood of Dragon Eagle God Gayale, and even the shape of the sword body had undergone irreversible changes.

At this time, you cannot let go, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain.