The bright sun shone all over the body, as if shrouded in a layer of golden brilliance.

But it still made Thorne clearly feel the chill in the air when he traveled. The chill can be said to be pervasive. At this time, it was pouring into his body through the gap of the collar.

Thorne subconsciously tightened the black cloak he was wearing, and immediately covered his messy black hair with the hood.

When he noticed that the sun was no longer so dazzling, his pale green eyes glanced at the clear sight on the ground, then lowered his eyes slightly and looked up at the bright sky.

A few black dots moving under the sky immediately caught his attention.

It was the ferocious vultures, they swooped down slowly in a circle, and suddenly they seemed to see something terrible, and they let out a hoarse cry, and the infiltrating voice was like a gnoll's wailing with wood chips stuck in his throat.

Immediately afterward, it quickly flapped its wings and scattered towards the sky, gradually disappearing into the sky.

Thorne stared in thought as the vulture disappeared, trying to recall the familiar terrain around him.

The density of the jungle, the length and width of the wilderness trails, and the buckling-like shape of the overgrown, sheltered valleys all came to his mind.

Thorne Pestle stared silently at the flat path in the distance for a moment, and then slowly said: "We may have to detour."

"Why detour?" Ashmo led the mixed-blood winter wolf over, first looking up at the blue sky, and then locking his eyes on the faint traces on the ground:

"Obviously, this main road is where the ogres and gnolls passed by. My little black smelled the stench they left. As long as we keep walking along these footprints, we will definitely find them."

"It doesn't make sense anymore." Thorne shook his head slightly, and continued, "Because I already know their specific locations."

"How did you know for sure?" Ashmo looked around carefully again, seeing that he couldn't see any clues, so he asked in confusion.

"It was the dire vultures who showed me the way," Thorne said truthfully, pointing to the sky.

"Maybe it was the corpses of other dead animals that attracted them?" Ashmore said stubbornly.

"Do you understand the characteristics of the vicious vulture?" Thorne asked instead without answering his question.

"Ferocious vultures are medium-sized scavengers with a body length of 1.5 meters and a wingspan of 3.5 meters. They are immune to toxin damage, have the ability to track blood, and have the ability to prey on pigs and sheep.

These birds are not very aggressive and prefer to get something for nothing, often in groups of three or five to **** the prey of other humanoids, including lone gnolls. "

Ashmore replied without hesitation, proficiency is like reciting a very simple text.

"Then what caused the dire vultures to suddenly turn away in a panic and disappear into the sky when they found their prey swooping down." Thorne asked again.

"If the vicious vulture just encounters trouble that it can't handle, it won't be so panicked. Instead, it will follow along, trying to find an opportunity to compete for prey, unless it encounters a fatal threat."

Ashmo pondered for a while, showing a sudden look.

"It seems that your ranger's professional knowledge is very proficient. Let's go, I know a shortcut. You can go directly behind the gnolls, which can save us a lot of trouble." Thorne said, and motioned for the two to follow. his pace.

"Hey, I heard that powerful rangers even have the ability to track across planes, is that true? If it's true, what clues did they follow?"

Ashmore quickened his pace and rushed to Thorne to express his doubts.

"You're thinking a long way. The ability to track across planes is definitely there. It should be necessary to master the tracking field first." Thorne thought for a while, and said he was not very sure.

Ashmo snorted softly, slowed down and fell to the last row, alerting his back and sides, and moved forward silently.

Passing through the birch forest, everyone came to a barren glade. The air here was filled with the smell of dead branches and rotten leaves. The roots and branches of plants were all over it, like the tentacles of purgatory squid sticking out from the deep sea.

"Through this grove, there is a small valley below, where the gnoll and the ogre are." Thorne stopped and pointed to the front, very sure.

"Indeed, my little black has already smelled the blood wafting from the front." Ashmo continued.

"Why is there a smell of blood? Are they planning to have dinner in the valley?" Andrina asked Thorne in confusion.

"When gnolls come into contact with ogres, the first thing these chaotic and evil humanoids do is to stand up first and show their strength to match their allies.

Otherwise, it will be a black-and-white situation, and the loser will become the slave of the winner. In the Emerald Wilderness, all the disadvantaged groups do not deserve to have the same status as the powerful tribes. "

Thorne, noticing the puzzled look in the sorceress next to him, explained it to her.

Then the three of them cautiously approached the direction of the grove.

When the three of them were about to pass through the woods, Thorne immediately stopped the two of them in a soft voice, and quickly pulled Andrina beside him to hide in the dense bushes.

Seeing this, Ashmo also hid in the nearby bushes with the half-blooded winter wolf, cautiously looking at the shadow ahead.

Thorne gently pushed aside the grass, and within a distance of about 20 meters in front, there were two gnoll figures moving back and forth.

The two gnolls pointed their fingers at the bottom of the valley from time to time, as if they were arguing about something. Thorne's old enemies of the rangers had humanoids (gnolls), so they had a better understanding of the characteristics of gnolls.

From their irritable facial expressions and the way they spoke, they knew that they were complaining about being on guard for a long time. Obviously, they didn't want to be alert, and they all thought it was uncomfortable to stand in such a silly way.

Two gnolls. The skin of these gnolls is dark green, the color near the snout is darker, and the yellow hair is a little gray-red. This is the appearance of the gnolls native to the emerald field.

There is a clear difference from the gnolls from the Great Swordscar Mountains, because most of the gnolls there are hyena-transformed, and their manes are dotted with many dark black spots.

Obviously, these natives must be more powerful and cunning than the hyena-transformed ones.

Among the two gnolls, the one on the left is holding a pure metal mace. The rough beating marks indicate that the weapon was made by a half-ass blacksmith, and it should be a kobold.

But this is enough, at least it can easily smash the skulls of other humanoids and taste the deliciousness inside.

The other was holding a curved-blade sword, the sharp blade dazzling in the light shining through the cracks in the woods.

This is a kind of scimitar that can be used in both hands. When he saw the scimitar blade, the shadow of the past and the scar on his abdomen that looked like a ferocious centipede appeared directly in Thorne's mind.

Although it has been so long, after seeing this weapon again, there is still an inexplicable heart palpitation in my heart, but it was quickly suppressed by him, replaced by icy eyes.

When looking at the gnoll ahead, it was like looking at a dead man.

"Does "invisibility" work? ' Thorne thought about it and asked the sorceress beside him.

"No." Andrina shook her head.

"What about "sleep surgery"? ' Thorne asked again.

"...Most of the spells I have awakened are energizing spells, and there are no conjuring spells and illusions." Andrina said helplessly. Warlocks' spells depend on their faces. What can she do?

"Then you stay where you are and don't move, I'll kill these two gnolls." Thorne whispered to Andrina and Ashmore.

"I'll go too, let's go one by one." Ashmo showed a look of eagerness to try.

"These two gnolls are obviously vigilant, and they must be killed silently, or we will be exposed when he screams before he dies." Thorne said to him: "You can do it. ?"

"Forget it." Ashmo said in frustration.

It was daytime, and the noon sun was dazzling. The two gnolls who were on guard were surrounded by an open space. He did not think that he could approach each other silently without the cover of bushes and grasses.

——“Shadow Hand School (Enhanced Skill): Shadow Cloak!”

Thorne's thoughts moved, and his whole body was quickly enveloped by a large cloud of shadow energy, and then disappeared in front of the two of them.

The two gnolls who were on guard were still muttering and complaining, walking back and forth in the vicinity, looking at the confrontation at the bottom of the valley from time to time.

When the gnoll holding the curved-blade sword saw his companion whose head was smashed by the ogre, his irritable face suddenly showed a look of rejoicing, and the complaints in his mouth disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the Gnoll, who had remained silent, suddenly wrinkled his nose in confusion, because he sensed danger.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the sharp blade tore his throat instantly. The Gnoll, who no longer doubted, covered the wound with both hands, and fell silently.

"Woooo..."

When the other gnoll noticed the abnormality, he just turned around, and a strong palm tightly squeezed his coyote-shaped mouth, and the ferocious fangs became useless, only Struggling to let out a few whimpers.

When the gnoll realized that he was going to raise the mace in his hand to smash the opponent's head, a cold light flashed again, dazzling in the bright sun, and at the same time the palm covering his mouth was loosened. open.

The gnoll who was released wanted to scream, but at this time, the sharp blade had already drawn a shocking wound on his throat.

He could only cover the fatal wound with his hand, stop the surging blood, and enjoy the last time.

Seeing that the two gnolls had been successfully dealt with by him, Thorne waved to the bushes, and the figures of Andrina and Ashmore rushed over immediately.

Looking down from above, the figure of the gnoll leader and the ogre wizard under the valley has already appeared in front of the three of them.