The night wind brought a large cloud of dark clouds, which half-obscured the bright moonlight.

In this increasingly dim light, the shadows of the trees are like ferocious beasts dancing in the air, casting chaotic black shadows all over the ground, which is terrifying.

In a sparse grove, four ghastly-looking gnolls sat around a bonfire burning hard branches, enjoying the warmth of the cold wind and **** food.

With the crackling sound of the dry wood breaking, the sparks of the bonfire splashed everywhere.

The wolf's eyes flashing with dim light in the dim firelight revealed a cruel and bloodthirsty light, the air was filled with the smell of fireworks, and of course, there was a faint smell of blood, which was eerie and terrifying.

"Ow!"

With the whistling night wind, the thick smoke of the bonfire shot straight into the sky, and the wolf howls in the distance came from afar, one after another, echoing in the field for a long time.

"Sand! Sand! Sand!"

Suddenly, the bushes near the campfire shook.

A burly head of the Flynd gnoll leaped out of the bushes.

I saw that he immediately walked to a few lazy gnolls around the bonfire, and roared a few times like a cannonball; "A bunch of idiots! Put out the fire! Be alert to Lao Tzu!"

The four gnolls were so frightened that their eyes narrowed, they quickly put out the bonfire, and picked up weapons such as handaxes, spears, and large knives that were randomly discarded on the ground, spread out, and looked around vigilantly.

This group is one of the most elite tribes of gnolls from the depths of the Great Sword Scar Mountains: the Hunttooth Gnoll tribe.

They never thought there would be an enemy in the Emerald Fields that could threaten the Tooth Gnoll.

Moreover, soon they will launch a general attack to destroy the first town on the other side of the Emerald River, and then use this as a stronghold to gradually expand.

When they are strong enough, they will challenge the hateful hill giants again and retake everything that belongs to them in the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

Therefore, in the face of those cowardly mortals who can only serve as food in the emerald field, these gnoll scouts who are guarding the outermost periphery of the camp do not think that they dare to take the initiative to invade their camp.

But they did not dare to defy the angry leader in front of them, because almost all of the huntingtooth gnoll tribe was ruled by their cousins, the Flynd gnoll.

Although these ruthless Flynn cousins ​​were clever strategists, using a variety of tactical raids, ambushes, and numerical superiority to strike down their enemies, their horde of gnolls eventually became the most powerful tribe in the Great Swordscar Mountains. one.

But these Flynn cousins ​​also don't hesitate to sacrifice them for their own benefit when commanding common gnoll battles or hunting parties.

Just like two months ago, in order to evacuate safely in the pursuit of the hill giant, they sacrificed a lot of their compatriots to serve as the bait and food for the hill giant.

But because of this, they were the first group of gnoll tribes to successfully retreat in the face of the maddening attack of the hill giants in the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

Although these Flynn gnolls have abilities worthy of their convincing, they are also powerful and ferocious, so whenever they face their cousins ​​and obey their orders, it is often out of fear, not blind worship and trust.

Flynn's gnoll leader looked at his vigilant subordinates, and then nodded with satisfaction, showing a sinister smile.

Then he stretched out his claws and stroked the terrifying scratches on half of his face that exposed the bones, and a pair of sparkling green eyes looked angrily at the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

This is what he was left behind by a stone the size of a millstone during the battle with the giant on the hill. If he hadn't reacted in time, this stone would have instantly thrown him into the arms of the King of Gnolls.

It is a pity that their gnoll king seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep during the battle of Winter City, so that he did not show miracles and gifts to the gnoll tribe in the Great Sword Mark Mountains for a long time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be so down and out of place by those clumsy hill giants.

It is undoubtedly very difficult for a group without the protection of gods to grow and develop.

This is why most kobolds like to be ruled by dragons, and the little goblins of the wild would rather serve as lowly slaves in the horde of gnomes or be ruled by a group of ill-tempered goblins who treat them as playthings, rather than live alone in the wilderness.

Because only in this way, their ethnic groups can be sheltered and can gradually multiply and grow instead of being destroyed.

Therefore, their tribe of gnolls from the Great Swordscar Mountains had to perform the bloodiest rituals in the settlements of the Emerald Fields.

Only in this way will their sleeping gnoll **** gain strength and wake up, and they will be the first to be favored and receive the gift of Yenogu, the gnoll god.

At that time, their gnoll tribe will be the most powerful tribe of gnolls in the Great Sword Mark Mountains, instead of being dotted with 'one' at the back.

Then lead all the gnolls to retake the land occupied by the hill giants and regain everything that was lost.

Thinking of the happy place, the angry pupils of the head of Flynn's gnoll began to be replaced by fire, and then he turned to look at the town of Stallman on the other side of the Emerald River.

There will be the first steps in the rise of their gnoll tribe.

As long as the great sacrificial priests in the camp have gathered all the ritual materials, they will launch a fierce attack on them as soon as possible, so that these descendants contaminated with the blood of the demons will fall into the **** sacrificial ritual of pain and death. All will become a great force for the quick awakening of the gnoll king.

"The ceremony will begin soon, hehehe..." The green pupils of the head of the jackal became brighter and brighter, he opened his big mouth full of sharp fangs, revealing a terrifying smile.

It had been a long time since he had tasted that fresh and delicious mortal flesh and blood, and he had already begun to plan in his heart how to eat it after breaking Stallman Town.

Just as he smirked, the shadow behind the head of the jackal twisted, and an inexplicable chill made his mane rise, and he couldn't help but feel that he was so close to death.

As it turns out, he felt quite right.

"Pfft!"

When the gnoll leader looked down at his chest, a sharp blade had passed through his heart, and the scorching sting seeped into his blood.

As he was dying, he finally saw a blade of pale blue light emerging from the wound, and drops of scarlet blood were dripping down the blade.

Thorne threw the corpse of the gnoll leader with a cold expression. With the blessing of the "silence technique", he didn't have to worry about any noise around him at all.

Immediately afterwards, his hazy body disappeared into the shadows again.

The blood poured out in large swaths, and the smell of blood in the air had become much thicker.

The moment the corpse fell to the ground, the gnolls who were scattered around vigilantly sensed something was wrong.

One of the gnolls with two scratches on his face obviously stopped his steps alertly. The long-term killing made his intuition become very strong, and he almost immediately planned to slash behind him with an axe.

Too bad it's too late.

A flickering blade of cold light pierced through his back and came out through his body.

Immediately at this moment, another long sword with a pale orange flame was unsheathed like lightning and slashed directly at the slower-reacting companion next to him, and a **** coyote head flew to the dust.

In the gap where the two gnolls died, the other two gnolls also turned around and noticed the figure shrouded in a black cloak and flickering in the dark.

The first reaction of the two gnolls was not roaring and rushing to send people's heads, but their chests heaving at the same time, ready to let out a roar loud enough to spread across the wilderness.

However, the speed of the black shadow was even faster. He turned into a phantom like the wind and flashed away from the two gnolls. The loud roar of the gnolls was like a broken bellows, whistling in the slit of the throat. .

Soon the two gnolls fell into the dust clutching their necks.

They're not dead, they're just not breathing.

Thorne stepped on the gnoll's body and walked over, disappeared into the twisted shadow again, and touched the next target silently.

He possesses Shadow Hand's stance technique "Shadow Beloved" and invisibility technique "Shadow Cloak", combined with his ranger magic "No Trace", "Silence" and "Forest Cover", as well as the higher-level "Shadow Cloak". Stealth" skill and half-elf racial trait "Mask of the Wild".

With the blessing of so many characteristics, specialties and skills, and with the tracking ability of the ranger, it was a piece of cake for him to clear all the bright and dark whistle around the gnoll camp.

After all, up to now, he has not found an enemy that can threaten him, even the Flynd Gnoll, who had reached the third rank just now, died silently.

So, tonight is destined to be a night full of killing for Thorne.

And for gnolls, it's a fear...

Oh no, it was supposed to be the night of doom!

Thorne remembered the mad plan of the night lord Anaxis against the gnolls, and began to look forward to it.

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