Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 89 Whirlwind Attack (please subscribe)
The bitter cold wind sent a large cloud of strange shapes, half covering the already bleak moon.

Woohoo!Woohoo!Woohoo!

In the increasingly bright flames of the Wolf man camp, a large number of Wolf men roared angrily and rushed to the deepest part of the camp.

boom! boom! boom!
In the crowded passage, there was the sound of chaotic and dense footsteps, and under the light of the fire, there were chaotic and ferocious black shadows cast on the ground, revealing a creepy look everywhere.

Facing the cold night wind, Thorne stood on the wooden roof four or five meters above the ground, looking at the densely packed gnoll warriors approaching, with a calm expression hidden in the hood, without any fluctuations.

He unhurriedly hung the composite longbow behind him, then drew out the long sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and quickly jumped towards the ground violently.

Click!

Accompanied by the sound of roof wood breaking, a black shadow seemed to descend from the sky.

puff!

With a piercing and scorching sound of piercing through the air, the mighty Anjin long sword cruelly split the head of a jackal who was caught off guard in half.

thump!
The Gnoll's body with only half of its head left didn't even have a chance to struggle, and fell to the ground directly, with red and white things scattered all over the ground.

Thorn quickly turned around, looked in Horat's direction, took a deep breath while clenching his long sword, and then rushed over like a sharp arrow.

A standard warrior charging style, with explosive forward momentum mixed with inertial force, Thorne leaped violently, stepping over the corpses of two wolf men.

The clenched dark red long sword slashed horizontally, directly cutting off a jackal from the waist, and the two corpses fell to the ground with a plop.

Immediately afterwards, Thorne immediately faced the several gnolls who were besieging Horat. He first used his long sword to easily parry the slamming blow of a gnoll bone smasher.

Then he drew out a sharp dagger with his left hand, and a cold light flashed across the wolf man's abdomen, which was only covered by leather armor, and a shrill scream sounded.

The Gnoll covered his abdomen with his white intestines exposed, curled up on the ground like a cooked lobster and howled.

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

There was a strong smell of blood everywhere.

Thorn 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 number of gnolls and other humanoid creatures showing bloodthirsty madness 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."

"Are you kidding, don't forget that my instructor at the Thorn Bird Assassin Academy is a drow swordsmanship master from the ground, and my trial task is to survive in the labyrinthine passages underground for half a month.

Horat shook the scarf around his neck, looked at the pitted scars on his palms after being corroded by the venom, and brushed the dazzling long white hair on his forehead behind his slightly pointed ears, not caring about Thorne's teasing. He smiled and told him about his own experience:
"One year has passed, and that painful memory is still fresh in my memory. Compared with these miscellaneous fish in front of me, they are all pediatrics."

"That's good. It just so happens that our mission has been completed, so we'll kill here tonight before retreating!" Thorne said in a slightly cold tone, looking at the crowd of wolves.

For Thorne, no amount of killing is too much. This kind of hatred has been deeply engraved in his blood, and he will never die!

"I knew you would say that. I will play with my old friend for a while tonight. After all, there are not many opportunities like this." Horat was not surprised when he heard this, and smiled.

Clang!

After finishing speaking, he immediately put the two daggers in their scabbards, and quickly pulled out a straight-edged knife with a cold light from the other scabbard on his back.

"Since you are known as the student of the drow swordsmanship master, then you must have mastered the specialty of "Whirlwind Attack". "

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

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

Among all melee professionals, there are not many people who can master this difficult technique proficiently.

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

The long lifespan, the cruel living environment of the underground world, and the inferior gender discrimination kept whipping them to crazily improve their strength.

For Thorn, this attack specialty is also a skill that he will practice in the future.

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

Because the Juggernaut masters the method of using the energy of qi, and "lifting qi and chopping" is the expression of using the energy of qi to the extreme.

A high-level Juggernaut professional, if his talent is too amazing, he can even comprehend what is known as the battlefield meat grinder: Blade Storm through "Qi Boosting Slash" and "Whirlwind Attack"!
In order to practice the moves of Nine Swords, Thorne is very proficient in the energy of Qi, so "Qi Raising Slash" and "Whirlwind Attack" are the goals he will pursue in the future.

"Hmph, if that old guy doesn't know this skill, I still look down on him." Horat held the straight-edged knife tightly in both hands, curled his lips and snorted softly.

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

Twilight Town has very convenient plane merchants. 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 other people to lose their lives because of his momentary pleasure.

"I'm sorry for your troubles. It's produced by the plane merchant Caracalla. The price is 10000 gold coins. Once a day, it's more accurate."

Horat raised the ring on his finger with the flashing light blue magic circle rune, and laughed in a showy tone, without any panic at all because a large number of gnolls were approaching.

"So I'm relieved, then let's see you tomorrow morning, you can do it yourself!" Thorn heard the words, his eyes froze and he left a sentence, and raised his sword and rushed to the wolf man who was coming ahead.

Horat suddenly felt a light behind him, recalled Thorne's words just now, and immediately understood what he meant, and then shrugged helplessly and complained: "...What about the cooperation that we agreed before leaving?"

After complaining, Horat straightened his expression and immediately faced the crowd of jackals in the other direction.

Roar!Roar!Roar!
A large group of gnolls appeared about ten meters in front of Thorn. With bloodthirsty and murderous faces, they kept roaring at him like a demonstration.

Thorne looked at the Jackal man who was gradually approaching. There was no fear on his calm face, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes towards the Wolf man were like looking at a bunch of dead people.

——"Sect Specialization (Desert Wind Sect)!"

After the skills were adjusted, the long sword in Thorn'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 the Young Dragon!"

Thornti sword swung violently in the direction of the wolf man, and all the flame energy condensed on the sword tip surged out in an instant.

A hot cone-shaped flame, like the flame breath of a red dragon, enveloped all the gnolls who were not close to Thorne.

In the dark night, the bright flames echoed in the wolf man's camp together with the screams.

These gnolls wrapped in lush manes are like fire elements from the elemental plane, turning into groups of fuzzy figures one after another, accompanied by howls of anger and pain, wildly dancing the flames around them.

Looking at the gnoll who kept howling in the flames, Thorne drew a dark red bursting arrow from the quiver behind him.

Then he threw it hard at the crowd of wolves, and the arrow rushed into the crowd with a hot sulfur breath. The moment it pierced into the body of the wolves, the engraved demonic runes emitted a strange red light.

boom!
The roar of the explosion resounded among the crowd of jackals. These are known as: the craziest, bloodthirsty, and cruelest humanoid creatures in the Emerald Field!
Finally, before Thorn's eyes, they showed their most vulnerable side in the face of death.

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