The moment the Hobgoblin army commander, whose **** had just left the plank of the siege tower, was shrouded in a dark shadow, he couldn't help exclaiming, his trembling legs suddenly softened as if uncontrollably, and his heavy body came together with the plank again. an intimate contact.

Not to be outdone, the blood-red armor covering the whole body collided with the connection of the metal gap, making a light creaking sound.

At this moment, the captain of the hobgoblin army has never had such a strong desire to be enveloped by the warm sunlight.

Because he finally felt how terrible and how cold the darkness in the shadows was.

Although in his eyes, it looks like a weak half-elf figure, even though the temperature of the emerald field in the flowering moon is so suitable.

The Hobgoblin Legion commander screamed the name of the great goblin-like patron saint 'Magrubiya' in his heart, praying for his protection, while trying to suppress the trembling right hand, using all his strength to control it towards The **** beheading axe was touched.

The moment he grabbed the handle of the axe, he seemed to have caught the life that was about to die in the shadows, and his body and mind shrouded in darkness and fear seemed to cast a glimmer of hope.

So, the Hobgoblin army commander, who finally summoned up a little courage, bravely raised his heavy head and looked at the fearful figure that appeared in front of him, which was enough to make his heart tremble.

The first thing that caught his eye were two unpretentious scabbard swords, the weather-beaten hilts wrapped in a leather and metal band that didn't shimmer in the sun.

With such a rough and simple decoration, it was difficult for him to think of the two blades stained with the blood of countless Hobgoblins hidden in the scabbard.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the compound longbow and the quiver filled with feathered arrows carried by the half-elf ranger behind him. The taut magic bowstring and the streamlined feathers full of balance were so perfect that he could even imagine every moment. Just how accurate and deadly a single shot can be.

Then he looked up, and saw a long mess of hair blown by the breeze, and a very calm face.

The moment he looked at the sharp black eyes of the Ranger, his heart trembled, and the fear in his heart was infinitely expanded again.

In those indifferent eyes, he seemed to see a sea of ​​corpses and blood piled up with piles of bones, and all the courage he had just mustered was like an ebb tide.

"The people of the Almighty have nothing to fear!" The Hobgoblin army commander came back to his senses, immediately clenched his teeth, and clenched the beheading axe in his right hand again, and the muscles of his body were also tensed like the bowstrings of a full moon.

Just when he was about to slap the wooden plank with his left hand to get up, and then swung the sharp decapitation axe to give the skinny Ranger the most deadly slash, his pupils suddenly caught the Ranger's left hand raised.

What followed was an extremely slender black rope, with a 'whoosh' sound, wrapped around his neck like a flexible poisonous snake, disrupting all his movements.

The moment the black rope touched the skin, he immediately felt the cold breath on his neck.

As the rope tightened suddenly.

The roar he just wanted to call for help seemed to be choked tightly, and he swallowed it all back.

For a moment.

The icy aura quickly spread throughout his body.

When the Hobgoblin Army Commander realized that something was wrong, his entire body was paralyzed by the icy energy that spread throughout his body, making it difficult for him to move.

Then, in his eyes that were about to pop out, he saw a sharp sword that glowed bright white in the sun.

"Pfft!"

This sharp-edged sword was sent into his neck under his gaze. The blade was so sharp that when it was pulled out, he felt a burning sting.

Scarlet blood spurted out.

The Hobgoblin Commander knew very well that the wounds left here by the Rangers were fatal.

"Cuckoo..."

He could also clearly feel that after the sword blade disappeared from the wound on his neck, he was breathing hard, but he could only make a sound like running water.

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

If he can quickly evacuate within the time of suffocation, there is still hope for him to escape the shadow of death, as long as he falls at the feet of the sacrifice of the Almighty and accepts the healing magic that can survive.

It's a pity that the Ranger in front of him won't give him this chance.

So he was helpless.

All he could do was put his hands on the wound on his neck and struggle in vain.

Throw yourself into the arms of the Mighty One in the breath of despair.

On his last deathbed, the Hobgoblin army commander felt his body being lifted up.

This kind of feeling is like when he is in a bad mood, he usually beats and scolds the little goblin who doesn't have long eyes.

It's a pity that he can no longer see what his body is used for.

Standing on the siege tower, Thorne held a sword in one hand and the corpse of the hobgoblin army commander in the other, looking down at the hobgoblin army below like a hobgoblin leader.

"Roar! Roar!"

The two goblin rogues who were the first to react climbed to the very top and managed to get to Thorne, roaring demonstratively at him.

Immediately afterwards, the two goblin rogues fell from the tall siege tower, clutching their necks.

Thorne held the corpse in one hand and threw it hard.

"boom!"

The gradually icy corpse of the Hobgoblin army commander was successfully thrown into the place where the hobgoblin warriors were most densely populated.

Then countless eyes that turned from suspicion to fear all converged on him.

The hobgoblin warriors of the Sixth Legion were all composed of the remnants of the other five camps destroyed by Thorne.

Therefore, when these remnants of defeated soldiers saw the impressive figure of terror again, the tragic scenes in the Serenity Forest quickly appeared in their minds.

He is the hunter of the Way of Silence.

A ranger who can summon the Demon of the Abyss at will.

Hobgoblin Slayer.

Legion Killer.

An arsonist who wields a fiery flame.

...

"The Legion Commander was killed by the Demon Ranger again! Run away!"

The heart-wrenching scream of a certain Hobgoblin commander pierced the eardrums of everyone around him, bringing back their breath and their souls.

The well-organized Hobgoblin camp seemed to have been thrown a shell, and the frying pan was messed up.

They began to roll and crawl towards the bottomless swamp while pushing and shoving. Countless slaves, lizards and bully frogs were inexplicably knocked out of their way, and countless weapons fell to the ground.

They screamed and roared in fright and ran around. Many people fell to the ground as they pushed and collided with each other, looking embarrassed and terrified.

Thorne dodged a sharp arrow trying to resist, took out a fingernail-sized metal ball from his pocket, and condensed a dark-red fireball the size of an egg in his palm.

The metal ball and the fireball are then thrown into the air at the same time.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the violent explosion, the blue sky also burst into colorful rays of light.