Deep night, cloudy clouds cover the moon.

The howling wind blew through the thick bushes and crevices of the rocks, and the groans of wild beasts sounded around the camp of the huntingtooth gnoll tribe, and the sparse trees turned into monstrous black figures, hammered by the wind. Weirdly wiggling.

In front of the thick gate of the gnoll camp, two braziers the size of iron pots burned with the fat extracted from the fierce wild boar. The thick smoke swayed in the wind, like a ferocious devil face.

Under the foul-smelling firelight, in a simple arrow tower made of logs, two hideous gnoll guards leaned against the fence of the arrow tower and took a nap.

Two coyote-like heads swept through the lush crimson mane with the whistling wind, rhythmically bit by bit, looking really interesting.

Obviously, Rao, a gnoll with a reputation for **** cruelty, could not resist the deep sleepiness of this long night.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the gnoll holding the flail couldn't resist the drowsiness that hit him frequently, so that his claws loosened, and the meteor hammer the size of a baby's head on the flail smashed directly on his instep with the shaking of the chain.

"Ouch..."

The spikes of the meteor hammer pierced into the flesh of the gnoll's instep, and the pain of the smashing and piercing instantly awakened the sleepy gnoll guard.

Just as he was about to roar and blame his companions, he was suddenly deeply attracted by the vision outside the camp leading to the Emerald River.

About 500 meters away from him, there was a fiery red, as if a large fiery cloud suddenly appeared in this deep night.

"1. fireball.

Moreover, every fireball the size of a mountain giant's head jumped with dark red firelight.

"What a beautiful fireball, the sun in the morning is not as beautiful as these fireballs." The gnoll guard grinned happily, admiring the beautiful scenery for himself, while he was alone there against the fireball Head to foot.

"Whoo~"

At this time, a gust of wind floated past, and a strange smell came over. The gnoll guard with a keen sense of smell immediately inhaled this very pungent smell, so that he felt a pain in his throat, causing him to cough again and again.

Immediately afterwards, there was a hint of confusion in his pupils that shone with a faint green light.

I saw him scratching his furry head with his claws, trying his best to recall what had happened before.

Because of this strange smell he was familiar with.

It seemed that every time the great Gnoll King lowered his gift, there was a choking smell in the pleasant red light, which they called: the smell of sulfur from the bottomless abyss. Son.

So the curious gnoll guards began to stretch their necks to observe carefully. Although gnolls are born with dark vision, this vision can only see a distance of up to 20 meters in a dark environment.

Therefore, when he saw the blurred figure reflected by the fireball at a distance of 500 meters, he still couldn't tell what the identity of the figure was.

However, as the unresponsive gnoll guard looked around the rest of the camp, something came to his mind.

As a tribe ruled by Flinders gnolls, they have done a very good job of guarding. Even if there is no enemy that can threaten, there are many gnoll scouts scattered around the outermost part of the camp, otherwise he would also Don't dare to be lazy on the arrow tower.

But with such a huge movement, it was impossible that none of the scouts guarding the periphery noticed. The gnoll guard stretched out his claws and scratched his cheeks in confusion, and finally chose to turn around and kick his sleeping companion.

Seeing the doubtful companion open Green Youyou's eyes, the Gnoll guard grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over, motioning him to look in the direction of the eight big fireballs.

The gnoll guard who had regained his senses first sniffed the strange smell around him, and then coughed a few times, and then reluctantly turned his eyes to the direction his companion pointed.

"Magic...Magic...is magic!" The gnoll guard who was still a little knowledgeable instantly recognized the origin of the fireball, and then a deep fear flashed in his green pupils.

Obviously, this trembling gnoll's fear of the masters has been deeply engraved in the deepest part of his soul.

Never provoke those who can cast spells.

Countless painful experiences have taught this gnoll that the price of ignoring the power of magic is to end in gorgeous spells.

"Ow!"

The high-pitched wolf roar sounded in the arrow tower. This sound seemed to be a sign. All the gnoll patrols wandering inside the camp suddenly stopped, and then quickly gathered towards the gate.

The other Gnoll guards who were dozing on the arrow tower also gave a **** and began to vigilantly survey the surrounding environment.

"Ow! Oooo! Oooo!"

When the knowledgeable gnoll guards noticed the eight large fireballs that were almost reddening in the sky, the high-spirited howl sounded again.

While gnolls are intelligent humanoids, this heritage transformed by demonic rituals also retains many beast instincts.

Their loud wolf howls are like wolves wandering in the wasteland, and can convey various messages according to the length and strength of the sound.

From the figures in the gnoll camp who came out of the tent with weapons, and then hurriedly gathered together, it can be seen that this wolf howl that undulates and shakes the world is definitely the highest level of alarm.

"Who is yelling! What the **** is going on!" A Flynn gnoll leader quickly climbed down the stairs to the first arrow tower that issued the alarm, and was angry at the two gnolls curled up in the corner of the fence. questioned.

There were so many scouts arranged around the camp, but not a single sound was heard. Instead, the highest alarm was issued on the arrow tower at the gate.

This made him wonder if these oversleep idiots had suddenly flooded their brains.

"Magic...Magic..." The terrified gnoll guard did not dare to look directly into the angry pupil of the leader, but chose to stretch out his trembling claws to point to the red sky.

The gnoll leader immediately looked over. When his eyes locked on the red sky, his face changed suddenly, and his angry eyes were directly replaced by a touch of fear.

Afterwards, when he came back to his senses, he could no longer think about why the scouts outside the camp did not discover this situation first, but immediately shouted at the gnoll warriors who gathered first:

"Open the door and let Lao Tzu rush out! Roll over and interrupt the spell caster!"

He is a Tier 3 Flinders Gnoll. He has grown up to this day, and naturally he has experienced countless battles in the depths of the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

In the same way, as his vision gradually improved, he became more and more afraid of the terrible spells cast by wizards, whether it was the blizzard cast by the frost giant wizards of the hill giant tribe or the vicious witchcraft of the snake-men tribe, even the weakest The kobold warlocks and goblin sorcerers of the past made him terrified.

The terrifying energy jumping in the hands of these spellcasters is telling him to stay away from the wizards who can cast spells!

Sniffing the sulphurous scent of traveling in the air, the jackal leader hurriedly walked down the stairs and walked towards the center of the camp.

To deal with the caster, it is naturally the most powerful high priest of their hunting tooth tribe.

It is definitely impossible for him to find the spellcaster desperately.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

In the gnoll camp, the heavy black Tuomu gate slowly opened, and a large group of gnoll warriors, abyss gnolls and a few fierce wolves rushed towards the direction of the red half of the sky mixed with noisy roars.

Five hundred meters away.

Not far for a gnoll, and even more insignificant for a gigantic dire wolf.

With such a short distance, a full sprint only takes about ten seconds.

"Roar!"

A Flynn gnoll who rode a dire wolf took the lead, pulling everyone away in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft!"

Just as the Flinder gnoll on the back of the dire wolf gradually approached the caster's side, a whistling arrow ripped through the air and penetrated his chest with precision. The wolf's back flipped to the ground.

Flynn was spitting blood in his mouth, and with the last of his strength, he looked up at the initiator who intercepted him, a figure shrouded in a black cloak, and a fireball that grew in size. to live.

"Roar!"

The fall of the master on his back did not bring any trouble to the dire wolf, but made it faster.

I saw that when it was about to attack the target, its whole body was tensed like an arrow from the string, and it was about to pounce towards the blocking figure.

——“One Ring of Magic: Charm Animals!”

However, the moment the Dire Wolf was about to attack, its scarlet pupils flickered suddenly, as if it had been affected by something, and the fierce light that looked at the black shadow immediately disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the Dire Wolf opened its **** mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and turned around and charged towards the gnoll army that was not yet approaching.

The vicious wolf knights who followed were also attacked one after another. At the moment when the jackal died, under the influence of divine magic, all the feral wolves turned their guns and rushed into the crowd of jackals desperately.

- "Three Rings Magic: Plant Growth!"

Just as this large group of gnolls were dealing with the sudden betrayal of the dire wolves, the wild grass under their feet began to grow wildly under the influence of the magical power.

After a while, these weeds that only exposed the grass tips on the ground were entangled with each other at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a dense bush with a height of half a person, trapping the group of jackals temporarily.

- "Second Ring Magic: Web of Thorns!"

What followed was the sound of thousands of sharp blades unsheathed in the panicked crowd of jackals, and then all the overgrown bushes around them all grew sharp thorns and bent into terrifying thorns at the same time, frantic. While swinging, it tightly wraps all gnolls within range.

The gnolls who had no time to escape were suddenly wrapped in thorns like dumplings, and the sharp spikes also pierced their leather armor, merging into the fragile flesh and blood, no matter how hard they struggled, it was difficult to get rid of them.

A mournful wailing filled the deadly thorns, and all the gnolls, whose throats and vitals were pierced by sharp spikes, fell to the ground one after another.

Most gnoll warriors like to use heavy blunt weapons, such as: mace, mace, flail and other weapons, so it is destined that they cannot rely on their own strength to face this crazy thorn. break free.

Even a few lucky gnolls, armed with sharp, curved-edged swords, slashed through the thorns to break free, but still couldn't escape the precise point kill of the galloping arrows.

In just a short while, the group of gnoll warriors who rushed out of the camp first turned into **** corpses.

The strong smell of blood could not be completely dispelled in the howling wind, but instead attracted a large group of ferocious vultures hovering in the sky.

Seeing that the first group of gnolls that rushed up were all wiped out, Thorne subconsciously turned to glance at the nine-ring spell "Meteor Burst" that was still gathering strength, and immediately locked his gaze on the direction of the gate of the gnoll camp.

At this time, with the continuous concentration of the magician's spells, the dark night became more and more red, and the gnolls in the camp were already messed up like ants on a hot pot, all of them gathered towards the gate.

Obviously, most gnolls' fear of magic has penetrated into the deepest part of their souls, and their instinctive perception is constantly telling them that this spell is very dangerous, and the only way is to escape or interrupt the guidance of the caster.

- "Spell-like ability: Fire Wall!"

Just as the gathered gnolls were about to rush out, a curtain of purple flames jumped out, blocking the only gate from which the camp could rush out.

The burning wall of fire spewed fire waves, igniting all the gnolls who tried to approach, turning into firemen who were howling wildly and rolling on the ground.

Thorne, who was standing in the distance, noticed the jackals who were temporarily blocked in the camp. He did not dare to delay and immediately began to use various attacking skills.

- "Three Rings Magic: Sandstorm!"

I saw him take out a small amount of sand, and with the light of the holy emblem flickering, a violent sandstorm blew up among the crowd of jackals who were blocked at the gate and did not dare to approach the wall of fire. The howling sand and smoke also blocked the jackals. human sight.

- "Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Then, fireballs the size of basins appeared in Thorne's palm. With a loud bang, the dark red fireballs mercilessly smashed into the violent sandstorm, and bursts of scorching fire suddenly burst out from the rolling wind. The waves, in a frantic spin, burn all living gnolls.

Countless howls filled the vicinity of the gate of the gnoll camp.

While the damage wasn't deadly enough for the gnoll, it managed to block and buy the Warlock valuable casting time.

However, things did not go as smoothly as expected, because not all gnolls were afraid of this terrifying flame, for example: abyss gnolls.

This kind of gnoll, transformed from the devil's soul, is born with a large amount of damage resistance to flames. The damage of only a wall of fire is not enough except for leaving burning marks on their manes. fatal.

More than 30 abyss gnolls who smashed through the crowd of wolves rushed out of the sea of ​​​​fire with their rapid speed, and immediately surrounded Thorne not far away.

Immediately after that, there were various terrifying supernatural abilities that the abyss gnoll displayed when it was about to approach Thorne.

- "Supernatural Ability: Abyss Gaze!"

- "Supernatural ability: howl of the devil!"

- "Supernatural Ability: The Claws of Yenogu!"

...

The scarlet eyes like the endless sea of ​​blood, the giant claws of the devil exuding the breath of the abyss, the screams that shock the soul, and other strange abilities from the abyss, contain the desire for killing and endless anger, all overwhelmingly towards Suo. En shrouded.

In the face of more than 30 abyss gnolls who were surrounded, and under the condition of perfect resistance from the steel soul sect's coping skills, Thorne calmly put away the composite longbow, moved his hand to the position of the sword hilt, and just Standing there, motionless.

The invisible wind lifted the cloak that enveloped him, hunting.

His thin body is like a small tree swaying wildly in the wind, which will be uprooted at any time and disappear into the distant sky.

- "Awesome momentum!"

When all the abyss gnolls were grinning and preparing to tear his body apart, Thorne's eyes narrowed. At this moment, he pulled out two sharp blades, and a suffocating murderous aura burst out from his body.

All the silhouettes of the abyss gnoll slammed suddenly froze, all stiffened in place, and then they all showed fear, looking at Thorne's scarlet eyes, as if they saw something terrible, and they all fled in all directions.

There were even quite a few crawling on the ground, their claws holding their heads soaked in cold sweat, shivering.

The desert wind in Thorne's hands already has the effect of deterring demons, and now coupled with the special skills attached to his background expertise, under the superposition of this double deterrence, these abyss gnolls can't make waves in front of him at all.

As the two sharp blades in his hands flashed deadly sword lights in the dark red night, the fleeing gnolls fell to the ground and died.

The last abyss gnoll even cut off the neck bone when he swiped his neck because he was too hard, resulting in a hairy head and a piece of flesh attached to the neck, and the whole **** head hung on the back like this , fell to the ground, combined with the dark red night, it was creepy.

Seeing that the enemy had been cleaned up, Thorne glanced up, and immediately raised his movement speed to the limit, disappearing without a trace on the spot.

At the same time, the warlock floating in the air looked at the eight dark red fireballs condensed and formed, and reminded the vigilant paladin below: "Hurry up, don't be affected by the spell."

The paladin looked stunned for a moment, then immediately retracted his shocked gaze locked on Thorne, and quickly stepped back.

Seeing the paladin move away, the warlock floating in the air looked coldly at the brightly lit gnoll camp.

She believed that as long as this nine-ring spell was smashed down.

Then, all humanoids throughout the Great Sword Mark Mountains will understand one sentence: Never provoke those who can cast powerful spells!

That is to say, the town of Stolman, which shelters the tiefling race, will not be invaded for a long time.

- "Ninth Ring Spell: Meteor Burst!"

The sorcerer Anaxis, who was floating in mid-air, stretched out his arms, and then pointed towards the gnoll camp.

Eight fireballs with enormous power, dazzling like the sun, exuding scorching high temperature, dragging a trail of flaming smoke, spread out at a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, and smashed them evenly towards every corner of the gnoll camp. .

When the eight big fireballs were about to approach, the heat radiated instantly ignited the hairs of countless gnolls, and they turned into ferocious firemen madly fleeing and rolling on the ground.

The so-called 'how weak the hair is! ' In the gnoll camp, it was vividly displayed.

Next, there are the special effects attached to "Flame Flay", "Hell's Wrath" and "Hellfire Blood" in the tiefling bloodline feat.

When all the gnolls saw the fireball that was about to fall to the ground in the sky, they all seemed to see the hideous-looking **** fiend, holding a flaming whip that exudes a strong sulfuric aura and ruthlessly spurting on every inch of their flesh and blood.

The weak and weak gnolls were so frightened that they squatted on the ground and shivered, or they were like headless flies, running around and shouting.

The scorching waves of air rushed towards them like an overwhelming sea. These mournful and howling gnolls seemed to be in a boundless terrifying hell, and despair and helplessness began to permeate their hearts.

Gnolls are the most ferocious and feral humanoid race in the Great Swordscar Mountains, a terrifying legacy of demonic power, and like demons, they have nothing resembling conscience.

Now, they have shown their most cowardly and fearful side, and let out a low whimper like begging for mercy.

However, no one will sympathize with them, which is destined to bloom under the most splendid spells tonight.

"Boom!"

Eight large fireballs fell to the ground like meteors, and the roar resounded through the fields, deafening, and the fire and smoke rose into the sky.

Along with the violent explosion, the debris and fragments in the camp flew horizontally, like countless sharp arrows shot out.

In these successive explosions, there were piercing shrieks mixed in the air, so that the whole earth was shaking, the fiery flames scurried wildly, and the tongues of flames on the ground licked everything that could be ignited.

Countless gnolls and various slaves screamed in despair, like ants on a hot pot, stepping on the collapsed clusters of deadly flames. Charred corpse.

This gnoll camp, which was washed by the ninth-ring spell "Meteor Burst", is no longer saved.

"Notify Ishak that they can attack in an all-round way!"

The sorcerer Anaquis fell to the ground, and looked very tired to explain to the paladin beside him, then turned to Thorne, who had already arrived by his side, and said, "Get ready for battle now, do we still have the last problem? solve."

"I see." Thorne nodded slightly, looking calmly at the large group of enemies that came out of the camp.