Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 385 The Figure of Fear

The moment the head of the hobgoblin army whose buttocks had just left the wooden board of the siege tower was shrouded in a black shadow, he couldn't help but exclaimed, his trembling legs suddenly softened as if uncontrollably, and his heavy body hit the wooden board again. an intimate encounter.

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

At this moment, the head of the hobgoblin army has never had such a strong desire in his heart to be enveloped by the warm sunshine.

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

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

The head of the hobgoblin army screamed the name of the great goblin-like patron saint 'Magrubia' in his heart, begging for his protection, while trying his best to suppress his trembling right hand, and tried his best to control it to move towards Touch the bloody beheading axe.

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

Then, the head of the hobgoblin army, who finally mustered up some courage, bravely raised his heavy head, and looked at the fearful figure in front of him that was enough to make his heart tremble.

The first thing he saw were two unpretentious sheathed swords, the weather-beaten hilts were wrapped with a layer of leather and metal bands that did not glisten in the sun.

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

Immediately afterwards, he saw the composite longbow and the quiver filled with feathered arrows carried by the half-elf ranger behind his back. The taut magic bowstring and streamlined arrow feathers full of balance were so perfect that he could even imagine How accurate and deadly is the sharp arrow shot in one shot.

Then his eyes moved up, and he saw a messy long hair blown by the breeze, and a very calm face.

The moment he met the ranger's sharp black eyes, his heart trembled suddenly, and the fear in his heart was infinitely enlarged again.

In those indifferent eyes, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood piled up with white bones, and all the courage he had just mustered up disappeared like a receding tide.

"The people of the Almighty have no fear!" The head of the hobgoblin army came back to his senses, and immediately clenched his teeth, and once again clenched the beheading ax in his right hand, and the muscles of his whole body were tense like the bow strings of a full moon.

Just when he was about to slam the board with his left hand to get up, and then swung the sharp beheading ax to give the thin ranger the deadliest blow, his pupils suddenly caught the ranger's left hand raised.

Followed by an extremely slender black rope, with a 'swish' sound, it coiled around his neck like a flexible poisonous snake, disrupting all his actions.

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

With the sudden tightening of the rope.

The roar he just wanted to call for help seemed to be squeezed tightly, and he swallowed it all in one go.

For an instant.

The cold breath quickly spread to his whole body.

When the head of the hobgoblin army realized something was wrong, his entire body was paralyzed by the icy energy spreading all over his body, making it difficult to move at all.

Then, in his eyes that were about to pop out, he saw a sharp sword shining white in the sunlight.

"Pfft!"

Under his gaze, the sharp sword was sent into his neck. The blade was so sharp that he felt a burning pain when it was pulled out.

Scarlet blood spurted out wildly.

The head of the hobgoblin army knew very well that the wound left here by the ranger was fatal.

"Cuckoo..."

He could also clearly feel that after the sword edge disappeared from the wound on his neck, he was struggling to breathe, but he could only make a sound like running water.

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

If he can quickly evacuate while he is suffocating, he still has hope of getting rid of the shadow of death, as long as he falls at the feet of the priest of the mighty and accepts the healing magic that can save his life.

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

So he is not saved.

He could only hold the wound on his neck with his hands and struggle in vain and feeble.

Throw yourself into the arms of the Almighty in the breath of despair.

As he was dying, the head of the hobgoblin army felt his body being lifted up.

This feeling is like when he usually beats and scolds the little goblin with short eyes when he is in a bad mood.

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

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

"Roar! Roar!"

The two bear goblin rogues who reacted first climbed to the top floor, and successfully approached Thorne, roaring at him like a demonstration.

Immediately afterwards, the two bear goblin wanderers clutched their necks and fell from the tall siege tower.

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

"boom!"

The hobgoblin army leader's gradually icy body was successfully thrown to the place where the hobgoblin fighters were most dense.

Then countless gazes that turned from suspicion to fear all focused on him.

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

Therefore, when these remnant soldiers saw the impressive figure of fear again, the tragic scenes in the Forest of Tranquility quickly appeared in their minds.

He is the stalker of the Way of Silence.

A ranger who can summon demons from the Abyss at will.

Hobgoblin Slayer.

Legion Commander Killer.

An arsonist who controls a fiery flame.

……

"The head of the legion was killed by the demon ranger again! Run!"

The piercing 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 it was messed up when the frying pan was blown.

They began to roll and crawl towards the direction of the bottomless swamp while pushing and shoving. Countless slaves, lizardmen, and bully frogmen blocking the way were inexplicably knocked into the air, 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.

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

Then throw the metal ball and fireball into the air at the same time.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of violent explosions, the blue sky also burst into colorful light.

(End of this chapter)