The night was like water, and the ground was full of silver.

In the brightly lit Hobgoblin camp, teams of well-equipped Hobgoblin warriors and Kou-too patrolled vigilantly around.

In recent days, the familiar words of half-elf ranger, stalker of the way of silence, and five-star paw prints engraved on the ground have become the most talked about existence in the Hobgoblin camp.

Deadly double swords, exploding flames, demons from the abyss, fire elements taller than hill giants, dragon beasts that can breathe strong acid and poisonous mist, and a whistling rain of deadly arrows. Soldiers have left an indelible shadow in their hearts.

Therefore, when night falls, these camps that have not yet been attacked are all apprehensive and trembling.

All of them secretly prayed to the omnipotent Almighty Magrubier in their hearts that this fear would not come upon them.

They dare not sleep at night.

Because in the camp that was first attacked, more than a hundred hobgoblin warriors died tragically in their sleep. Some of them had their hearts pierced, some had their throats slit, and some even had their heads beheaded directly.

In short, as long as you watch that **** scene, you will no longer be in the mood to fall asleep in bed.

Death is not terrible for Hobgoblins, the terrible thing is that they don't want to die in such a humiliating way.

Although there were many scouts and secret guards hidden near the gate of the camp that survived the disaster, there were even countless deadly traps set up, so that they were accidentally stepped on by a few hapless people and died on the spot.

However, the defense forces inside the camp are still very strict, and the lessons they have learned so clearly make them not dare to relax in the slightest.

Because the half-elf ranger can always accurately detect the weakest point of the camp, and then sneak in quietly and carry out the wildest slaughter when you don't expect it.

Yesterday's Fourth Army was just at dawn and when the defenders were slack, half-elf rangers took the opportunity to sneak in, leaving countless corpses and rough five-star paw prints in the camp.

"With such a strong defense, I'm afraid even birds can't fly." In the camp, which was reflected like day by countless torches, the captain of the hobgoblin patrol looked around vigilantly, while secretly sighing.

After all, there are crows scouting in groups in the night sky, and wolves wandering on the ground. Even in the bushes outside the camp, there are many cruel and ferocious apes hiding.

Therefore, the patrol captain of the hobgoblin really couldn't think of any other way for the half-elf ranger to successfully kill all the guards at the gate, and then sneak into the camp.

Thinking of the hobgoblins here, I couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Many camps around the hobgoblins of Heruk were attacked by surprise, which affected the hobgoblins leaders in the core area.

In the daytime, the Hobgoblin leader personally led a group of guards to inspect every camp that had been successfully attacked, and told everyone that the half-elf ranger would be arrogant for a few days, and soon his body would be hung on the highest point of the camp. , for everyone to visit.

If that day does come, he must be the first to rush there and thank this ranger.

Why thank you?

Because the ranger helped them visit all the surrounding legions, the strength of these legions was greatly damaged, and their sixth legion became the strongest legion invisibly.

At that time, when the Lizardmen in the Bottomless Swamp launched a general attack, their Sixth Legion would naturally become the first forward that the Hobgoblin leader should consider.

When there is a war, there will be military exploits, and with military exploits, their military rank will rise step by step.

With the military rank, after they die in battle, their own spirits will join the Almighty Magrubiya in the army of the Almighty with a glorious military rank and continue to follow the footsteps of the Supreme Chief to fight. Quartet.

As for those Hobgoblins who died in humiliation, in the army of the Shura Field plane, they are just like cannon fodder, and they are not qualified to see the glory of the Almighty at all.

Thinking of the happy Hobgoblin patrol captain, his heart involuntarily became hot, and his walking steps became much lighter, and the terrifying figure of the stalker of the Way of Silence seemed to be less terrifying.

"call out!"

As he was walking, the captain of the Hobgoblin patrol suddenly heard a whistling that broke through the air. He was experienced in combat and instantly judged that the sound of this powerful arrow tearing through the air was definitely from the hand of a composite longbow.

The Hobgoblin patrol captain's expression suddenly changed when he thought of the composite longbow, because the half-elf ranger was carrying a powerful composite longbow.

Realizing that the situation was bad, the patrol leader didn't care to think about how the half-elf ranger sneaked into the camp without a sound, and he didn't care to look back to see that it was the hapless guy who was shot and killed.

"enemy…"

He was just about ready to roar loudly, trying to alert everyone around him that the **** half-elf ranger was on the hunt.

"Pfft!"

However, just halfway through his words, another whistling arrow hit his neck with precision, forcibly holding back the rest of his words.

A tearing pain mixed with the burning and jumping arc of flames quickly spread to the patrol leader's body.

Before he fell to the ground, the patrol captain, whose eyes were gradually slack, saw a dark shadow falling from the night. His body was as silent as a shadow, like a leaf flying in the autumn wind, which was inconspicuous.

Immediately afterwards, the patrol captain saw the shadow draw out two sharp blades in the blink of an eye, one blade was changing from fiery red to bright white, and the other was emitting pale blue light, and then the shadow disappeared in front of his eyes. Without a trace.

"thump!"

The captain of the Hobgoblin patrol fell to the ground amid the accompaniment of several sharp knives cutting through the flesh behind him.

However, he wasn't dead, he just couldn't breathe.

Thorne, who was shrouded in a cloak, held a one-handed sword in each hand, and continued to move forward over the five dead hobgoblin corpses.

Thorne, who was walking silently, suddenly met two hobgoblin warriors at the corner, and then the two hobgoblins fell down in two sharp sword lights.

"Ow!"

At this moment, the fierce wolf who smelled the blood smelled a loud howl instantly, and a giant black wolf with a height of more than 5 meters roared and blocked Thorne's way.

Blood-red rays of light flashed in the pupils of the dire wolf, white air was exhaled from its mouth, and drops of saliva leaked from the gaps in its white fangs to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the huge body of this ferocious wolf known for its brutality bowed slightly, its hard front claws slashed the ground, and its powerful hind legs kicked vigorously. past.

Thorne bowed slightly, swung forward with a simple and quick sword, and in the blink of an eye, passed through the Dire Wolf's soft abdomen.

His movements were so fast that not a single drop of blood was splattered.

"Woooooooo..."

With a painful whimper, the Dire Wolf had long since lost its majestic and arrogant appearance, and saw its entire limp body fell to the ground and began to twitch slightly.

Because its abdomen was like a plough, a deep gap was cut by a sharp blade, and scarlet blood mixed with internal organs flowed all over the ground.

However, the attack of the dire wolf is not useless, at least its shrill howl attracts the hobgoblins patrolling nearby.

"Half-elf ranger is here!"

"The stalker of the Way of Silence!"

"How did he break in?"

…

More than a dozen hobgoblins noticed the ranger who was slowly moving and kept approaching them, and the shadow of fear began to fill their hearts.

When they looked at the ranger's bright eyes like sharp swords, they seemed to see a terrifying mountain of corpses covered in blood and white bones, so much so that the weapons in their hands could not be grasped, trembling legs Uncontrollably, it started to go backwards.

"There are many of us, kill him!" A hobgoblin warrior who suddenly woke up roared, then immediately put away his long sword and took out the heavy crossbow hanging from his waist.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The dozen or so Hobgoblins immediately woke up, so they all roared to strengthen their courage, boost their morale, and then attacked the Rangers and surrounded them.

"Ding!"

Thorne swung his sword towards the galloping crossbow arrow and stood silently in place.

- "Awesome momentum!"

When all the Hobgoblins approached, a suffocating murderous aura suddenly erupted around him.

All the hobgoblins froze in place, and then all showed fear, as if there was something terrible, and they fled in all directions.

There was even a Hobgoblin who fled and slammed his furry head into the stone house, causing his nose to be bruised and blood to flow.

Watching these hobgoblins fleeing like headless flies, Thorne rushed over at a sudden speed.

The two blades in his hand were like butterfly wings pierced through flowers. They went back and forth several times in the bright white light curtain. A cold light flashed, and none of the fleeing Hobgoblins were spared, all of them fell to the ground and died.

"Roar!"

At this time, a strong and violent ape jumped down from the climbing roof, waving its sharp claws, and slapped the body of the ranger with a piercing sound.

Thorne, who had keen senses, responded in advance when the roar of the vicious ape sounded.

"Pfft!"

The calm-looking Thorne saw a bright white fire in Mo Feng's hand, and one arm of the Violent Ape flew into the dust.

The wailing Dire Ape tried to counterattack with its other arm, a cold light flashed again, and the Dire Ape's other arm fell to the ground again.

Thorne's attack did not stop at all, and the moment he cut off the arm of the vicious ape, the third sword followed closely and pierced the beast's heart with precision.

Thorne then continued down the alley past the corpse of the Dire Ape.

It didn't take long for the dense figures to flank in both directions at the same time.

- "Second Ring Divine Art: Wind Wall Art!"

Thorne first cast a roaring wall of wind behind him, shielding him from the howling bolts.

- "Three Rings Magic: Sandstorm!"

Then he cast his icy gaze on the enemy in front of him, and immediately took out a pinch of sand.

With the flickering light of the holy emblem, a violent sandstorm erupted in the dense crowd, and the sandstorm stirred up by the gust of wind directly rolled the smaller goblins into the night sky.

The dust and smoke covered the sight of the goblins, but they couldn't cover up the screams and wailing from inside.

— "Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Then, a fireball the size of a washbasin emerged from Thorne's palm, and with a loud bang, the fireball mercilessly smashed into the violent sandstorm.

In the dark night, the sandstorm swept up by the strong wind suddenly burst into a sea of ​​scorching fire waves. The flames spun wildly in the raging sandstorm, burning all living creatures.

At the same time, behind Thorne, the Hobgoblins who were blocked by the "Wind Wall Technique", causing the crossbow arrows to not work at all, raised their sharp blades and shields, shouted to boost their morale, and charged towards Thorne at the same time. .

Thorne clenched the two swords in his hand, turned abruptly, and looked at the hobgoblin warriors who were about to approach. Immediately in his mind, the tragic situation of the half-fallen town on the waterfall appeared in his mind. A nameless anger gradually rose, and he turned on the protection. The "deflection force field" on the ring went up alone.

The Hobgoblin warrior who approached first tried to use his shield to block the deadly blade, but Thorne's speed far exceeded the Hobgoblin's reaction. Just before the shield was raised, a cold light flashed, and the Hobgoblin warrior's The head flew into the dust.

The charge of the other two hobgoblin warriors followed, holding their shields in front of them and clenching their swords, and in the blink of an eye they were in front of Thorne.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two shields slammed into Thorne's protective barrier, making a dull sound.

Thorne's two sharp knives took the opportunity to flash two deadly rays of light, accurately slicing the fragile throat of the hobgoblin, two blood spattered, and the corpse of the hobgoblin fell to the ground on its back.

Thorne, who completed the three kills in an instant, seemed to find the feeling of slaughtering members of the lone wolf mercenary group in the dark area.

The two sword blades in his hand were covered with a hazy sword qi, exuding a cold light, and the qi refining technique in his body was also running involuntarily, and the warm qi energy was constantly spreading to his whole body. Slowly replenish the physical strength consumed in the battle for him.

So Thorne recalled the simple and deadly swordsmanship that Carlock taught him, clenched the two sharp blades in his hand, his legs suddenly exerted force, turned into a swift black shadow, and rushed into the group of hobgoblin warriors.

I saw that the two swords in his hand were swung too fast to form a dazzling dance of death. Every time the sword light flashed, a hobgoblin warrior was hit with a mournful wailing.

Thorne was so immersed in the thrill of the battle that when he noticed the last beheading sword swiped in the air, he realized that the enemy had been cleaned up by him.

Looking at a group of corpses of hobgoblins who fell to the ground and died, Thorne didn't show any signs of exhaustion except for a feeling of intoxication.

So he used the blade to carve a pattern of five-star paw prints on the ground, then disappeared into the **** night again, and walked towards another killing place.

For Thorne, the chaos has only just begun, and the drama hasn't really started yet.

In the Hobgoblin Camp, one of the most exquisitely built and sturdy stone houses, the hobgoblin commander of the Sixth Legion was surrounded by a large group of guards and spellcasters.

The group listened to the shouting and fighting in the camp, but they didn't have the slightest intention to go to support.

At this time, although the Hobgoblin army commander sitting on the stone chair seemed to be very calm, in fact, his heart was also panicked.

The other camps that were ravaged by the half-elf rangers were too impressed. All the army commanders who tried to suppress the chaos were killed by sharp swords, and even two unfortunate people were burned to pieces by the flames. live.

Therefore, he couldn't go out, he couldn't just die in such humiliation, and even die in a glorious war.

He believed that only this place was the safest. In his camp, there were nearly 2,000 slaves and hobgoblin warriors combined. Even if they all craned their necks to kill this ranger at will, it would be a waste of time for him.

All he had to do was support the demonic ranger to leave, under the protection of numerous guards and spellcasters.

At this time, a hobgoblin wanderer hurriedly walked into the stone house, the legion commander got up and immediately greeted him, his voice slightly trembling and asked: "Outside...outside...how is the situation... already?"

This is a third-order rogue, and his mission is not to fight, but to help him observe the situation in the camp.

"The warehouse of the camp has been occupied by fire elements, and the fire is constantly spreading. If we don't rescue in time, all our materials will be burned out.

In the area where the slaves were held, all the slaves were released, a riot is taking place, and our soldiers are doing their best to suppress it.

The armory area is occupied by abyss demons, the figure of the half-elf ranger is erratic, and all the defending sacrifices have been slaughtered by him..."

One after another, bad news came out one after another, hitting the legion commander’s heart like a heavy hammer, but he didn’t dare to go out, and when he went out, he was likely to be targeted by that demon-like ranger, and then died in humiliation, or Turned into a bunch of inconspicuous emblems like the two hapless ones before.

The big goblin army commander sat on the stone chair dumbfounded, and now he can only pray in his heart for the assistance of the Almighty Magrubier.

The situation at this time can only be saved by the supreme chief who lives in the Shura field plane, because the demon-like ranger is too terrifying.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping footsteps came from far and near, and the desperate captain of the goblin army immediately cast his eyes outside the house.

Looking around, a Hobgoblin priest in a pure black animal skin robe walked in surrounded by four warriors with blood-red stripes all over their bodies.

When the Hobgoblin Army Commander noticed the pattern on the sacrificial chest: a sharp axe, the edge of the axe blade was seeping scarlet blood.

He immediately recognized the identity of the other party, which was a high-level priest from the Temple of the Almighty!

There was a flash of joy in the look of the Hobgoblin army commander. Seeing this high-level priest, he seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, so he immediately got up and greeted him.

"Heruk Hobgoblin family, Legion Commander of the Sixth Legion, you seem to be in trouble." The Hobgoblin priest glanced at the Legion Commander and said coldly, "I am entrusted by the spokesperson of the Almighty, and I came here to help. You solve this trouble."

After the Hobgoblin priest finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a special talisman mark to perform magic.

During the duration of the divine art, when the amulet in the hands of this indifferent high-ranking priest flashed a blood-red light, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hunters of the temple, with this amulet, you can lock the position of the ranger. Go, it's your hunting time, I wish you a happy hunt tonight."

The Hobgoblin priest slowly got up and threw the amulet in his hand to a Hobgoblin with a pair of blood-red skin wings behind him.

"go!"

The hobgoblin who took the amulet waved his hand, and two dark-haired bear goblins and a hobgoblin with blood-red stripes on his face followed without hesitation.