- "Supernatural Ability: Toxic Spit!"

When Thorne was injured, the Fulong Beast, who had seized the opportunity to attack, suddenly appeared, and a faint green poisonous mist spewed out, slowing the pace of the mercenary chief.

At the same time, the two Dark Elf players who came to support also directly joined the battle.

Thorne, whose chest was badly wounded, was covered in fine cold sweat on his pale face. At this time, if he did not stop the bleeding in time, he was likely to fall into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

But in the case that the crisis has not been lifted, taking therapeutic drugs is undoubtedly courting death.

Therefore, he must first clear the immediate threat.

Thorne glanced at the precarious situation, knowing that it would be pointless to join in now.

So he didn't dare to waste time, and immediately stepped back to the side, and called up the attribute bar to prepare for leveling up.

In today's melee, he killed more than a hundred drows using spells, summons and long-range attacks.

Among these killed elves, especially the members of the lone wolf mercenary group, most of them have reached the extraordinary rank, and there are even a few third-order professionals, which makes his experience accumulation extremely fast, and has long been satisfied with the improvement. level conditions.

"Ding!"

Consume 117,000 experience points to upgrade the level of Kendo.

The Kendo level has been raised to level 9.

Gain 6 skill points and increase health by 10 points.

Gain class feature: Reflex Dodge.

Sword Intent comprehension progress is increased by 1%, and 20,000 practice points are obtained.

...

You already have the "Reflection Dodge" feat, the two occupational characteristics overlap, and the "Reflection Dodge" has been raised to the master level.

"Sure enough, it's really improved to the proficient level." Thorne was surprised, he didn't dare to waste time, and immediately focused his attention on the fifth-level moves of the Mofeng faction.

Then, without hesitation, he used the training point to learn the "Dragon Flame" move, and immediately got up and charged up with his sword.

Due to the extra 10 points of health brought by the level increase, his pale face was flushed, and his tired body was slightly rejuvenated.

Therefore, he must quickly clear the threat in front of him before he is completely incapacitated.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Although Thorne did not delay much after retreating, at this moment, the two dark elves who helped him delay the time were all killed by the mercenary chief's sword.

Thorne glanced at the deep wound on his chest, stretched out his hand to tear off the tattered black chain armor, took his last breath, and faced the attack of the mercenary leader without fear.

The scarlet eyes of the mercenary chief looked at the bleeding wound on Thorne's chest, licked his lips subconsciously, and rushed forward with two sharp scimitars.

Pippisen believes that the Ranger is no match for him unless he is injured, let alone now.

So he was very confident that the machete in his hand would cut off his head the moment the two collided.

However, the mercenary chief who had the chance to win suddenly didn't want to do it again.

Because killing the opponent with one knife is too cheap for him. Anyway, there is still plenty of time. He must let the ranger who killed many of his subordinates taste the pain of the sharp blade cutting through the skin again and again.

Only by seeing his distorted expression due to pain can he vent the anger brought about by his failure to act today.

After all, this is a ranger with the blood of the surface elves.

Killing surface elves or half elves, for the dark elves in the Underdark, can always make them taste different pleasures.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The figures of the two were entangled again, and the sound of metallic clang was incessant.

Although Thorne's "Reflection Evasion" has been upgraded to the proficient level, due to the serious injury, the overall flexibility of the body has declined, so it is obviously impossible to quickly take down the opponent by attacking.

At this time, he could only rely on his strong will to dodge and evade the opponent's deadly blade in embarrassment.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

With a mistake by Thorne, two more wounds were added to his body.

While desperately resisting the mercenary leader's storm-like attack, he kept retreating until his wobbly body was forced back into the corner formed by stalactites.

The head of the mercenary saw that the Ranger could only use the stalactite pillar to support his body with difficulty, and noticed many figures walking out of the stone pillar not far behind him.

"Game over, go to hell."

He sneered, ready to swing the knife to kill the ranger, and immediately retreated.

The two sharp-edged machetes slashed fiercely at the figure standing with the sword with a stern aura.

- "Desert Wind Sect (strike technique); Dragon Flame!"

Just as the two blades were about to taste the blood, Thorne suddenly raised his head, and a flaming flame spewed out of his mouth. The scorching flames directly enveloped the mercenary chief like the spit of a red dragon.

"what!"

The roaring flames attacked him, and the mercenary leader screamed. He felt that his whole body was ignited except for the half-armor, and the burning pain from the burning of his skin caused him to retreat in horror, trying to stay away from the burning flames. Scope.

"Roar!"

Immediately afterwards, the dragon beast, which had been waiting for a long time, swooped out from the dark shadow, and the moment it approached the mercenary chief, it opened its strong upper and lower jaws without hesitation, and bent over to bite on his calf.

The sharp fangs tightly locked the foot bones of the mercenary chief, and felt the bite force from his calf that seemed to crush his bones. The mercenary chief was about to struggle to resist, and the ranger standing with his sword suddenly suddenly stood behind him. Two wings of flames appeared.

Then, a scorching wind flashed violently in front of him, and the mercenary leader who was like a human-shaped flame fell to the ground, and his body was gradually eroded by the flames.

The target is dead!

Extract the target's soul energy and gain 10,000 experience points.

Gain 1200 practice points through the perception of battle.

...

Thorne let out a long breath, put away a pair of well-preserved scimitars and half-body armor on the ground, and sat directly on the ground to rest.

It didn't take long for the tauren, who had almost recovered from his injuries, to walk over with a priestess player who had cleaned the battlefield.

Thorne immediately understood the purpose of the other party's visit, and asked the other party to perform magic on him to treat the injury.

...

"Thank you."

Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, Thorne thanked him, looked around for a moment, and cast his doubtful eyes on the priest who was about to leave: "Isn't the battle over yet, why didn't you see Sharis and Carlock?"

This matter really made him puzzled. If these two people were there, he would not be so desperate to deal with this mercenary chief.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable premonition in Thorne's heart.

"Salix is ​​missing, Mr. Carlock . . . died."

When the Rose priestess mentioned Sharish, a stern look flashed in her eyes, and when she mentioned Carlock, she hesitated for a while, but said it anyway.

"Sacrificed..." Thorne's right hand trembled slightly, his expression quickly recovered, and he asked with a pretense of ease: "Then how did Mr. Carlock die and where is his body."

"It must have been killed by the missing Sharish. Mr. Carlock's body is still on the top floor inside the central stone pillar of the Wanread family. It is now waiting for Mother Evelyn to come and deal with it."

The priestess bit her lip bitterly and said to Thorne.

"I see, thank you for telling me." Thorne chuckled, raised his sword, and was about to turn away, when he found the big eyes of the Tauren beside him staring at him as if he was hesitating to speak.

"I understand what you mean. I'm from the emerald field on the surface. If you really want to go, just wait for me in the lighthouse town. At that time, I can make the decision to draw a piece of my own for your tauren race. territory."

After Thorne finished speaking, he clenched the long sword in his hand and stepped up to walk towards the central stone pillar.

"His injuries haven't fully recovered yet..." The priestess glanced at the ranger from the surface strangely and turned away.

...

In the top corridor inside the central stone pillar of the Wanruide family, Thorne walked silently.

At this time, his whole body was covered with blood, and his messy hair and broken clothes were also covered with blood, and there were many unknown dirt on his boots.

Except for his pair of eyes that were as sharp as blades, the whole person looked very embarrassed.

The battle is over, and despite the presence of the backstaber, the Vinov Lone Wolf Mercenary Group, everything went smoothly.

When the civilian soldiers of the Wanruide family learned that their family's nobles had been cleaned up, all those who had time to escape in the future gave up their resistance and joined the attackers' camp.

These renegade soldiers will be tortured by priestesses to ensure their allegiance, and then given a new identity: warriors of the Fourth Scourge.

"In the light, your skin is the color of ebony, and in this oppressive dark place, you are blazing white heat because of your beliefs."

Thorne pushed the group away, looked at the peaceful dark elf Carlock, and whispered to himself.

Then he gave a deep salute to his corpse, waved his hand gently, and Carlock's corpse gradually turned to ashes in the burning flames.

"What are you! What right do you have to deal with Mr. Carlock's body!"

Seeing that his swordsmanship teacher was suddenly burned to a pile of ashes by this embarrassed ranger, a drow warrior pointed at Thorne and roared.

Immediately afterwards, everyone glared at the half-elf from the surface, and some even put their hands on the hilt of their swords, and had a tendency to draw their swords if they disagreed.

"I'll take him back to the surface. Your teacher Karlock must be very willing, if any of you are willing to take him." Thorne calmly glanced at the angry dark elf and said lightly to everyone around him.

As his icy gaze swept around, everyone lowered their heads involuntarily.

Seeing that no one was willing, Thorne gently put away Carlock's ashes and the two adamantine longswords before his death.

Then he got up and slammed into the crowd blocking the way, dragging his wounds away.

Facing the murderous gazes, Thorne walked as if sensing something, and stopped again.

He frowned and looked at a floor on the left, pondered for a while, then pulled out his long sword and slashed it.

"boom!"

The marble floor cracked, and a secret tunnel appeared in front of him.

In the dim tunnel, the children of the Wan Ruide family were crowded, and the pale red eyes flashing with terror were all locked on Thorne who was standing with a sword.

"Children are innocent."

"Actually, there is nothing to worry about. Whether to kill or stay, just follow your own feelings and go."

Looking at these panicked drow children, Thorne recalled the words the two had said to him once again in his mind.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

However, just as he was stunned, two five- or six-year-old boys in the tunnel directly took out their crossbows and fired two poisoned arrows at him angrily.

Feeling the tingling pain in the thighs and abdomen due to the erosion of the drow toxin, Thorne raised the long sword... and put it down again, then dragged his tired body and turned away.

These are the children of nobles, and leaving alive means leaving the hidden danger of the demise of the family.

Therefore, those drow warriors who noticed the abnormality rushed over like hungry wolves.

Clear and harsh screams filled the narrow tunnel instantly, and echoed in Thorne's mind.