The icy cold wind brought a large cloud of strange shapes and half-obscured the already bleak bright moon.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Amid the brighter and brighter flames of the gnoll camp, a large number of gnolls roared in anger and rushed towards the deepest part of the camp.

boom! boom! boom!

In the crowded passage, chaotic and dense footsteps sounded, and under the illumination of the fire, chaotic black shadows fell on the ground, and there was a creepy color everywhere.

Facing the icy night wind, Thorne stood on the wooden roof four or five meters above the ground, watching the densely packed Gnoll warriors approaching, hiding in the calm look inside the hood, without a trace of fluctuation.

He casually hung the composite longbow behind him, then drew out his long sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly leaped toward the ground.

Click!

With the sound of the wood breaking on the roof, a black shadow seemed to fall from the sky.

puff!

The mighty Dark Embers long sword with a piercing and fiery sound of breaking through the air, cruelly slashed the head of a gnoll into two halves.

thump!

The gnoll body with only half of its head left did not even have a chance to struggle, and fell directly to the ground, with red and white things scattered all over the ground.

Thorne quickly turned around, looked in the direction of Horat, clenched his sword and took a deep breath, and then he rushed over like a sharp arrow.

A standard warrior charge style, the explosive forward momentum mixed with inertial force, Thorne leaped violently, straddling the corpses of the two gnolls.

The clenched dark red long sword slashed horizontally, directly severing a gnoll from his waist, and the two corpses fell to the ground.

Immediately after that, Thorne immediately faced the gnolls who besieged Horat. He first used his long sword to easily parry the blow of a gnoll's Bone Crusher.

Then he pulled out a sharp short sword with his left hand, and a cold light flashed across the gnoll's belly, which was only wrapped in leather armor, and a shrill scream sounded.

The gnoll covered his belly with his white intestines exposed with his hands, curling up and wailing on the ground like a ripe lobster.

In the dim passage, two staggered shadows crossed the crowd of more than a dozen jackals, bursts of cold light flickered, and red blood splashed everywhere. In less than a minute or two, more than a dozen jackals were all killed.

There was a strong smell of blood everywhere.

Thorne and Horat stood back to back among the gnoll corpses.

He wiped off a few traces of hot blood on his face, looked at the large numbers of gnolls and other humanoid creatures with bloodthirsty and crazy colors on both sides of the passage, and said solemnly to Horat behind him:

"Can you still fight? As an assassin, it's not that I underestimate you. This kind of chaotic fighting is not suitable for you."

"What a joke, don't forget that my mentor at the Thorn Bird Assassin Academy is a drow swordsman master from the ground, and my trial mission is to survive in the labyrinth-like passages for half a month.

Horat shook the scarf around his neck, glanced at the pitted scars on his palms that had been corroded by venom, and pushed the dazzling withered white hair on his forehead behind his slightly pointed ears, ignoring Thorne's ridicule. He smiled and told him about his own experience:

"It's been a year, and I still remember those painful memories. Compared with these trash fish, they are all pediatrics."

"That's good, just as our mission has been completed, then we will kill here tonight and then withdraw!" Thorne looked at the crowd of jackals and said with a slightly cold tone.

The gnoll is not too much to kill for Thorne. This hatred has been deeply engraved in his blood by him, and he will never die!

"I knew you would say that. I'll play with my old friends for a while tonight. After all, there are not many opportunities like this." Hearing this, Horat was not surprised and smiled casually.

Clang!

After he finished speaking, he immediately put the two short swords in his hands into the scabbard, and quickly pulled out a cold shimmering straight-nin sword from the other scabbard behind his back.

"Since you are known as a student of the Drow Sword Master, you must have mastered the "Whirlwind Attack" feat. "

Thorne heard the sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed, his eyes moved slightly, and he noticed the cold light reflected from the knife in Horat's hand, and asked casually.

"Whirlwind Attack" is a group attack feat that uses a powerful maneuvering technique to strike nearby enemies.

Among all melee professionals, there are very few people who can master this difficult skill.

And the male drow swordsman masters in the underground world are almost all veterans in this field.

The long lifespan and the cruel living environment in the underground world, as well as the inferiority-based gender discrimination, kept whipping them to madly improve their strength.

For Thorne, this attacking feat is also a skill he will practice in the future.

But the profession that can really use this skill to the greatest value is: Juggernaut!

Because the Juggernaut masters the method of using the energy of chi, and the "Qi Raising Slash" is the performance of using the energy of chi to the extreme.

A high-level swordsman professional, if his talent is too amazing and outstanding, he can even comprehend what is known as the battlefield meat grinder: Blade Storm through "Qi Lifting Slash" and "Whirlwind Attack"!

In order to practice the moves of the Nine Swords, Thorne is very proficient in the energy of Qi, so "Qi Raising Slash" and "Whirlwind Attack" are his goals in the future.

"Hmph, if the old guy doesn't have this skill, I still look down on him." Horat clenched the straight knife in both hands and snorted softly.

"Is there a life-saving teleportation skill?" Thorne asked again, looking at the approaching gnoll.

Twilight Town has very convenient plane merchants, and with Horat's financial resources, Thorne thinks that he will definitely prepare some life-saving props for himself.

But he still had to make sure that he didn't want to cause others to lose their lives because of his momentary pleasure.

"I'm bothering you, it's produced by plane merchant Caracalla, priced at 10,000 gold coins, once a day, it's more accurate."

Horat raised the ring with the light blue magic circle rune flashing on his finger, and smiled in a showy tone, without the slightest panic because a large number of gnolls were about to approach.

"This way I can rest assured, then we'll see you tomorrow morning, you can do it yourself!" Thorne heard the words, his eyes narrowed and he dropped a sentence, and rushed to the Gnoll with his sword.

Horat suddenly felt a light behind him, and after recalling what Thorne said just now, he immediately understood what he meant, and then shrugged helplessly and said, "...What about the cooperation before leaving?"

After complaining, Horat looked straight, and immediately greeted the crowd of jackals in the other direction.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

A large group of gnolls appeared at a distance of about ten meters in front of Thorne, with bloodthirsty and murderous faces, and they kept roaring at him like a demonstration.

Thorne looked at the approaching gnoll. There was no fear on his calm face, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The gaze towards the gnoll was like looking at a bunch of dead people.

——“School Specialization (Desert Style)!”

After the skill was adjusted, the long sword in Thorne's hand shook slightly, and a terrifying flame energy quickly condensed on the tip of the sword, beating out a dangerous signal.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Flame of Young Dragon!”

Thorne swung his sword in the direction of the gnoll, and all the flame energy condensed on the tip of the sword surged out in an instant.

A fiery cone of flame, like the flaming breath of a red dragon, enveloped all the gnolls that were not yet near Thorne.

In the dark night, the bright fire and the shrill screams echoed in the gnoll camp.

These gnolls wrapped in lush manes are like fire elements from the elemental plane, and they have turned into blurred human figures, accompanied by anger and pain, and wildly dancing the flames around them.

Watching the gnoll howling in the flames, Thorne drew a dark red burst arrow from the quiver behind him.

Then he threw it hard at the crowd of jackals, and the arrow rushed into the crowd with a scorching sulphuric aura. The moment it pierced into the body of the jackal, the engraved demon rune flowed out a strange red light.

boom!

The roar of the explosion resounded in the crowd of jackals, which were called: the craziest, most bloodthirsty and cruelest humanoids on the emerald field!

They finally showed their most vulnerable side in the face of death in front of Thorne.