Waterfall Shangzhen, Xiacheng District.

A lonely moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight pours down, reflecting the countless torches burning on the field.

The night wind whistled past, the smoke from the torches shot straight into the sky, and the shouts of countless hobgoblins and the roars of beasts rang out in unison, echoing on the town wall on the waterfall under the night sky for a long time.

"Listen to me, the two-legged ants in the town of Falls! Under the watchful eye of the great goblin patron saint, the supreme chief, the unrivaled war lord, the mighty Magrubier, Hulk The battle flag of the hobgoblins will always be planted at the top of your city walls!

Your homeland will be reduced to wasteland, your warriors will taste the beheading axe and bring you the deepest pain and mourning in your soul, and your family and children will be forever enslaved by us for generations!

The boots of the Heruk Hobgoblin will crush every inch of your land, and victory will always belong to the people of the Mighty One! "

"For the glory of the Almighty!" Surrounded by a group of guards, the commander of the Hobgoblin army stood at the highest point and shouted to the city wall of Waterfall Town with a hoarse voice.

"For the glory of the Almighty!" The call quickly spread, and countless torches were raised at the same time. From the front row of the neatly dressed Hobgoblin warriors to the last row, the voices of more than a thousand Hobgoblin warriors joined the earth. In the cry of the elite army commander.

The frenzied hobgoblins all boiled.

"Uuuuuu..."

The passionate battle horn sounded, and the frantic shouting stopped suddenly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, all the hobgoblin warriors with neat military appearances stepped on the spot in a rhythmic manner, accompanied by the echo of thousands of neat boots, the ancient hobgoblin war song instantly sounded:

They crumble before our shields, they lie down under our swords!

Their homeland was conquered by us, and their descendants were enslaved by us!

Shura Field! Shura Field!

Victory belongs to us!

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Falls on the town wall.

"Is the Hobgoblin a repeater tonight? Standing in the same place and repeating, is this going to make a mouthful with us?" Torvey, who was smoking a pipe, looked at the crazy shouting under the city wall with a puzzled expression. Hobgoblin army.

"They are waiting." Carlos glanced in the direction of the Emerald Tower and said with a slightly solemn expression.

The group of Hobgoblins came under the city wall of Waterfall Town, and after setting up their camp, they stood still, and then repeated the old-fashioned sarcasm over and over again.

Faced with such strange behavior of the enemy, Carlos quickly understood what their true intentions were.

They are waiting for Mara's followers to capture the Emerald Tower, and then they should attack the waterfalls and towns together.

This group of people of black blood are all professionals above the third-order, and there are also fourth-order professionals who have reached the paradigm.

If they really succeed in capturing the Emerald Tower, then tonight will be the deadliest blow to the town of Falls.

In the final analysis, they are extremely lack of high-end combat power.

Although he tried his best to remain calm on the outside, his heart began to worry faintly.

"So you moved the main force out of the city in advance. This is to wait for Thorne and the others to clean up Mara's believers, and then cooperate with the reinforcements from Horn Town to make dumplings for the hobgoblins under the city, right?"

Torvey instantly understood what Carlos meant, and his eyelids couldn't help beating a few times, guessing.

Obviously, Carlos's move was very risky, because he did not consider the consequences of Thorne's failure at all.

He was totally betting that Thorne would be able to resist the invasion of the Mara believers.

"We have to trust our allies." Carlos's tone was firm.

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the Druid Master Qingchen who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and then asked: "Master, what is your guess?"

"Only 50% sure." Master Qingchen looked very tired. He put away the divination tool in his palm with difficulty, frowned slightly, and said to Carlos.

What he had just used was a simple divine technique of prophecy to try to predict the outcome of Thorne's group guarding the tower.

To his surprise, however, the key factor in success or failure was not Thorne, but his girlfriend Andrina.

He was worried about what was going on inside the tower.

Although the simple prediction technique is not accurate, it can give people a general understanding and then infer from this.

Sadly, the determinant of the outcome is the sorceress, which makes the whole thing even more ambiguous.

"Fifty percent sure." Carlos whispered to himself, then bowed respectfully to Master Qingchen, and then looked again at the shouting hobgoblin army under the city.

He first looked around and found that most of the defenders of the city were gnashing their teeth because of the taunts of the Hobgoblin, but they couldn't vent because of the insistence on the order, so that everyone was full of fire.

"It's too embarrassing to be scolded all the time, and I have to find a way to fight back." Carlos thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and immediately said to Torvey beside him: "Find a player with the highest taunting skills, and make these hobgoblins ruthless. Swear back harshly."

"...Is this appropriate?" Torway asked with a startled expression.

How can war be a child's play, with two armies facing each other, and both sides scolding each other like a shrew, is it really okay?

"At least it can improve our morale. After all, being scolded by them like a repeater for so long, I guess most people can't stand it." Carlos explained to Torvi casually.

"Okay, wait a moment." Torway left a sentence and walked down the city wall.

If you want to find people with high taunting skills, it is very simple. There are many players in the unicorn tavern who eat and wait to die.

After a while.

Tolway, who was very efficient in his work, led a sturdy barbarian player with hair like a chicken coop to the city wall.

"Are you okay?" Carlos looked at the savage-looking savage in front of him.

"Lord Carlos, rest assured, I used to be known as the 'Zuan Wenquxing', and my "taunt" skill is about to exceed 150 points, just a mere hobgoblin, it's nothing. "The barbarian player assured Carlos, patting his sturdy chest.

"Then it's hard for you. If you can make these gnomes speechless, I will allow you to enjoy a drink in the 'Sleeping Dragon' tavern for a day." Carlos smiled slightly and made a promise to the barbarian.

"Why when I heard your words, I suddenly remembered the story of a regiment commander promising a certain artilleryman to burn sweet potatoes." The barbarian whispered, and then asked the caster to cast a loudspeaker spell on himself.

However, he kept an eye on it, and asked the caster to add a protective field to himself, and then pulled a defender with a steel shield and came to the battlement together.

"Shut up the Hulk Hobgoblin livestock under the city wall to Lao Tzu!"

When the barbarian saw the dwindling hobgoblin army, he immediately cleared his throat and made a loud voice.

The barbarian's loud roar like a cannonball is very effective, and the taunting of the hobgoblin army commander like a repeater is stopped in an instant.

The city and the city became quiet in an instant.

When the barbarian noticed that countless eyes were focused on him, his eyes shrank first, and then he remembered that he could have a good drink in the 'Sleeping Dragon' tavern for a day, and then gathered up his courage and roared at the hobgoblin army:

"You horned goblins, listen to Lao Tzu, under the watchful eyes of your **** patron saint who looks like a beast, what a lowly person you call next to your mother, the battle flag of our waterfall town will forever be Insert it in the Forest of Tranquility, completely raze your temple of the imbecile, and remember it for Lao Tzu, who violated my Debang.... Those who violate my waterfall and go to the town will be punished even if they are far away!"

"The humble two-legged ant dares to blaspheme the great goblin patron saint, the Mighty Magrubier. The army of the Hrukh gnomes will soon descend to the town, your homeland..."

The Hobgoblin Legion Commander, like a repeater, had not finished speaking, but was interrupted again by a barbarian's loud voice:

"Stay flat, all your camps in the Forest of Tranquility have been smashed by our guardians of the waterfalls and the hunters of the Way of Silent Road. What do you use to flatten them, do you rely on your mouth?"

"The Hobgoblins of Heruk are the people of the Supreme Warchief. Under the protection of the Almighty, our fortresses of war are impregnable, our population is in the mountains and woods, our armies are invincible and invincible, we are invincible against war. Glory is above all else!"

"Six of your camps have been blown up by our guardians of Waterfall Town, the hunters of the Way of Silent!"

"The children of the Mighty One have nothing to fear, the Mighty One will watch as his people destroy all races on the surface for the glory of war and slaughter, tremble, scumbags of the town on the waterfall! Enjoy life to the fullest Just a moment from the corner of your eye! The banners of the Hulk Hobgoblins will fly over your ruins!"

"Six of your camps have been blown up by our guardians of Waterfall Town, the hunters of the Way of Silent!"

"Heruk Hobgoblin has united with the devils of the deep sea, the lizards and bully frogmen of the bottomless swamp. You will not be arrogant for long. Under the gaze of the Supreme Chief, the entire Emerald Field will surrender to the feet of the Huruk Hobgoblin. Your homeland will crumble, and your posterity will forever bear the mark of shameful slavery!"

"Six of your camps have been blown up by our guardians of Waterfall Town, the hunters of the Way of Silent!"

"Don't mention that **** ranger to me, I... I'm not afraid of him at all, as long as he... he dares to come, I will let... let him die under the **** beheading axe." The angry hobgoblin commander raised the beheading axe in his hand and roared viciously at the barbarians on the city wall.

"Really?" As soon as the voice of the captain of the goblin army fell, the shadow in the dark distorted, and a half-elf ranger shrouded in a black cloak appeared in front of him strangely and said coldly.

Immediately afterwards, a large ghostly hand composed of shadow energy appeared instantly, and ruthlessly pinched the neck of the Hobgoblin army commander.

The hobgoblin army commander who was strangled by the neck was eroded by the shadow, and his whole body immediately fell into a state of rigidity, unable to move at all. He could only widen his eyes and stared at the strangely emerging ranger, but he could not make a sound.

"Pfft!" A cold light flashed, and the head of the head of the Hobgoblin army fell to the dust.

"Half-elf ranger!"

"The Stalker is here again!"

"It's that Demon Ranger!"

"How did he sneak here?"

"The legion commander has been killed, run!"

...

When all the surrounding hobgoblins noticed the moment when Thorne and the head of the hobgoblin army fell to the dust, the shadow of fear quickly filled the ground.

They looked at the stalker who was shrouded in a black cloak, as if they saw a sea of ​​corpses covered in bones and blood, so that almost everyone's self-protection weapons began to tremble, and their trembling legs couldn't help themselves. move backwards.

——“Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Leap!”

At the moment of killing the captain of the Hobgoblin army, Thorne ignored these guys and disappeared from everyone's sight without hesitation.

Twist the dark shadows.

Among a group of low-level hobgoblin sacrifices, Thorne appeared strangely in their sight again.

- "Awesome momentum!"

What followed was a suffocating murderous aura from him, and the surrounding gnomes all showed fear, as if they had seen something terrible, and they all fled like headless flies.

——“Steel Soul School (Strike Skill): Catapult Slash!”

An afterimage flashed frequently, and one after another, the hobgoblin priests fell to the ground and died in mourning.

Looking at the panicked Hobgoblin warrior, Thorne waved a sharp blade in his hand, and the summoning circles flickered in the night.

The terrifying figure of the Bagura Demon from the Abyss and the large Fire Elemental from the Fire Elemental Plane appeared in the sight of the Hobgoblin army with a roar, and quickly began to slaughter frantically.

"Rush out! Kill all the intruders!" Everyone in the city wall was shocked when they saw the familiar figure in the dwarf group, and ran down the city wall in a fast and orderly manner.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fiery and frantic sound of war drums echoed in every corner of the night.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

"Rumble!"

With the opening of the moat drawbridge and the heavy gate, the black soldiers poured out like a dam that had opened its gates.

"boom!"

At this moment, a fist-sized fireball erupted brightly in the dark night.

The light was like an omen, and in the wilderness outside the town on the waterfall, reinforcements and crazy shouts appeared in an instant.

They were like a raging tide, vaguely surrounding the Heruk Hobgoblin army.

The roars of fighting, the roars of death, and the howls of battle all mixed together, rushing across the battlefield like a furious storm, engulfing everyone in the raging waves.

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(Recommend a book "My Savage Demon" to book friends. It's not a PY transaction, but it's just too miserable to see him. I can't bear to be submerged in such a good book. You can read it if you are interested. The protagonist is Master, the character is a kind of growth from immaturity to maturity, the writing is very good, and the author is ashamed.)