Half-elf Ranger

In an overgrown valley deep in the Great Sword Mark Mountains.

There are dilapidated buildings and broken marble columns everywhere, as well as the ruins of an altar that exudes eerie blood.

A group of gnoll priests dressed in dark brown robes crawl in front of the altar, murmuring ancient demonic words, echoing throughout the valley.

On the eerie altar sits a thin gnoll priest, dressed in a dark brown robe made of animal hair, covered with dried blood and mixed with yellow filth, and his body exudes a strong stench. .

This is the elector of a Gnoll King!

Although the gnoll king Yenogu is a demon lord, he is also the **** of all gnolls.

The gnoll race is the wildest and most ferocious humanoid on the Material Plane!

They have no goodness or compassion in their hearts, nothing resembling conscience like demons, and they will not accept any teaching or persecution that would allow them to let go of their destructive tendencies.

The wild bloodlust of gnolls makes them the enemy of all, and they even fight each other when they lack a common enemy.

Even the most savage orcs wouldn't even consider an alliance with a gnoll.

Gnolls like to preside over demonic rituals to celebrate victory and sacrifice blood for Yenogul.

Demon lords also sometimes reward these devout worshippers, and through demonic rituals have one of them possessed by a demonic spirit.

The gnoll, who has been marked as the darling of Yenogu, will be lucky enough to be chosen as the Gnoll Lord's Chosen.

These electors will be endowed with some divine power, and if necessary, they can also become the incarnation of the demon lord when he comes.

In the whole valley, with a stream of invisible evil energy, it kept gathering towards the center of the altar.

The gnoll elector who was sitting cross-legged on the altar suddenly opened his eyes and flashed two emerald flames.

Chaos, evil, and rage burst forth from the Gnoll Chosen!

All the weeds and vines in the valley were swept by an invisible strong wind and swayed wildly.

The ghostly wild ghost wandering in the corner made a harsh scream, turned into a smoke, and dissipated in the night.

"Welcome my lord! The great demon lord! The King of the Gnolls is here!"

The gnoll priests below the altar pressed their entire bodies to the ground, with a hint of fear and blind worship in their voices.

"Enjoy a feast from the abyss! Blood, killing, fear, and death are not enough to quell my anger!"

The incarnation of the King of Gnolls slowly turned around and floated gently in mid-air, looking at the distant Winter City, his eyes bursting with endless anger.

- Advanced teleportation!

Suddenly it turned into a dark light and disappeared above the altar.

"My Lord's incarnation has come!"

"The weakest point of the plane barrier of Winter City has been locked!"

"Immediately connect the fissure passage to Yenogu's Domain!"

The gnoll worshipers who were crawling on the ground all stood up, and a tyrannical look appeared in their eyes.

Through the bright firelight, these gnoll sacrifices can be clearly found. At this time, some strange rituals are being performed around the dilapidated blood-red altar.

Their hands emit vicious energy waves, and they frantically gather towards the scarred gnoll statue on the altar.

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bump!

Thorne pulled out the long sword inserted into the belly of the sahuagin warrior, then kicked the last murloc away with one kick.

He wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve and looked back.

The player team at this time can't be more appropriate to describe it as tragic.

Originally, they fought with more and more murlocs at the entrance of the bar, and only 13 of the more than 40 players died.

Because there is a road leading to the outside of the city, the remaining players all chose to follow Thorne after a while of confusion.

Under the leadership of Thorne, on the way, three more players were killed by murlocs because they were too injured to keep up with the pace of the team.

In the chaotic Xiacheng District, it is difficult to protect yourself, how can you help others?

Now there are only 10 people left. They are interspersed in the lanes of the lower city all the way, and they are always vigilant for the sahuagin who appear from the dark.

This lower part of the city, which was abandoned by the high-level officials of Winter City, has been completely captured by the Sahuagin, and most of the people living here are workers from the wharf.

Facing these Sahuagins known as "Deep Sea Devils", except for some adventurers who live here temporarily because of wandering, others have no resistance at all.

They can only desperately flee towards the relatively safe business district to the north.

Although Thorne is very familiar with the surrounding terrain, he can't avoid the murlocs that suddenly emerge from the alleys or residential houses.

The only thing that is more fortunate is that the number of murlocs they encounter each time is not very large. Basically, Thorne can handle all of them by himself.

In the event of an emergency, Andrea and Trundle could have resisted before Thorne arrived.

Especially the troll Trundle, relying on his powerful regeneration talent, completely blocked with his flesh.

So Thorne won't give up this opportunity to quickly gain experience, walking alone at the forefront for the players to explore the path ahead of time to clear up the murlocs that appeared in the dark.

In this world of Toril, there are many ways for players to gain experience, but killing monsters and upgrading is undoubtedly the easiest and fastest.

Thorne's crushing ability when he just observed the legendary wizard of the wizard's tower when facing two Balor demons, further strengthened his determination to lead the way to the strong.

This is a world where the strong are respected. Without strong strength, when encountering danger, it is a cannon fodder.

The Winter City, surrounded by enemies on all sides, directly abandoned all the civilians in the lower city in order to deal with the attacks of hobgoblins and gnolls, allowing these sahuagins from the deep sea to invade.

The Balor Flame Demon summoned by the evil ritual, the wizard tower should be able to immediately kill the killing and destruction brought by this abyss demon in its cradle.

The high-ranking nobles also thought so, but obviously, they guessed wrong.

When the prosperous aristocratic upper city became devastated and nearly destroyed, the wizard tower, which had been keeping a cold eye, was able to stop the two arrogant Balor.

Thorne didn't quite understand the purpose of the wizard tower, but it made him understand a truth.

This kind of feeling of entrusting one's destiny in the hands of others is really very unpleasant!

Thorne is a very open-minded player, so when all players traveled to this point, he immediately suppressed the obsession in his heart, and then the first thought was how to live in this world.

Because only if you survive, you are qualified to think about other issues.

Since this is a multiverse with gods and gods in the sky, when your strength reaches a certain height, the hidden rules and secrets of this world will naturally be solved!

Live and grow stronger!

That's what Thorne needs to do the most.

Only when you become stronger will you have the opportunity to pursue other secrets, such as Thorne's promise to the old man to explore the continent of Karatu.

"Hurry up, just turn a corner at the intersection ahead." Thorne urged, looking at a group of slow and listless players behind him.

In fact, there is still a long way to go. The reason why he said this is just to give some hope to the following people.

Looking at the confused and helpless eyes of the players, Thorne was somewhat helpless, but there was no good way.

The only thing he can do is to try to let them escape from this dangerous city while ensuring his own safety.

From the beginning of the battle in the **** arena to the present, Thorne's heart has been tense and never relaxed.

Although half-elf races benefit from elven blood, they can quickly recover from exhaustion by resting for about four hours a day at most.

But Thorne has always maintained a high-intensity battle. Physical fatigue can be relieved by physical potions, but mental fatigue cannot be easily recovered by these potions.

Now they are about to reach the sewers leading to the outside of the city. As long as they pass through the sewers, they will soon be far away from this dangerous Winter City.

At this moment, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared in the gloomy sky.

An ominous premonition filled Thorne's mind, and he looked up immediately.

However, when he saw the abnormality in the sky, his face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously shouted: "It's the abyss crack!"