The moment the commander of the goblin legion whose butt had just left the siege tower board was covered by a black shadow, he couldn't help but exclaim, and his trembling legs suddenly softened as if they were uncontrollably, and his heavy body once again had an intimate contact with the wooden board.

The blood-red armor covering the whole body collided with the metal gap, and made a slight whistle.

At this moment, the commander of the Goblin Legion had never had such a strong desire to be covered by the warm sunshine in his heart.

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

Although in his eyes, this looked nothing more than a weak half-elves figure, and despite the temperature of the emerald field of the flowering moon, the temperature was so appropriate.

The commander of the Great Goblin Legion Necked in his heart and shouted the name of the great goblin guardian "Magrubier" and prayed for His protection. While trying his best to suppress his trembling right hand, he used all his strength to control it to touch the blood-seeking beheading axe.

The moment he grabbed the handle of the axe, he seemed to have captured the life that was about to pass away in the shadow, and his body and mind were shrouded in darkness and fear, as if he cast a glimmer of hope.

So, the commander of the Goblin Legion, who finally had a trace of courage, bravely raised his heavy head and looked at the fearful figure that appeared in front of him that made him tremble in his heart.

The first thing that caught his eye was two plain sheathed swords, and the weather-beaten hilt was wrapped in a layer of leather and metal bands that could not shine in the sun.

Such a rough and simple decoration made it hard for him to remember the two sword blades hidden in the scabbard that were stained with countless blood of goblins.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the compound longbow behind the half-elf ranger and the quiver full of feather arrows. The tight magic bowstrings and the streamlined arrow feather full of balance were so perfect that he could even imagine how accurate and fatal the sharp arrow shot was every time.

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

The moment he looked at the Ranger's sharp black eyes, his mind trembled suddenly, and his inner fear was once again infinitely expanded.

In those cold eyes, he seemed to see a sea of ​​blood made of corpses and blood piled up by white bones, and all the courage he had just plucked up was completely dissipated like a tide.

"The people of the powerful are fearless!" The commander of the Great Goblin Legion came back to his senses, immediately gritted his teeth, and clenched the beheading axe in his right hand again, and the muscles in his body were as tight as the bowstrings of a full moon.

Just when he was about to slap the wooden board with his left hand and get up with force, then wave the sharp decapitation axe to give the thin ranger the fatal slash, his pupils suddenly caught the ranger's left hand and raised it.

Following this was an extremely slender black rope, which, with a "swoosh", lingered around his neck like a flexible poisonous snake, disrupting all his actions.

The moment the black rope touched his skin, he immediately felt the cold air rising from his neck.

As the rope suddenly tightened.

The roar he was about to call for help was like he was pinched to his throat, and he swallowed it all back.

In a moment.

The cold breath quickly spread throughout his body.

When the commander of the Goblin Legion realized something was wrong, his entire body was paralyzed by the cold energy spreading to the whole body and it was difficult to move at all.

Then he saw a sharp sword emitting bright white flames in the sunlight in his eyes that were almost glaring out.

"Puff!"

The sharp sword, which was exposed to his gaze, was sent into his neck. The blade was so sharp that when it was pulled out, he felt a burning sting.

Scarlet blood gushed out.

The commander of the Goblin Legion knew very well that the wound left by the Ranger was fatal.

"Gugugugu..."

He could clearly feel the sound of running water as the sword edge disappeared from the wound on his neck, he tried hard to breathe, but he could only make a sound like flowing water.

However, he was not dead yet, he just couldn't breathe.

If he could evacuate quickly during the suffocation time, he still hoped to get rid of the shadow of death, as long as he fell at the feet of the powerful priest and received a healing magic that could survive.

Unfortunately, the Ranger in front of him will not give him this opportunity.

So he was out of salvation.

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

Put yourself in the arms of the powerful in the breath of despair.

On the last moment of death, the commander of the Goblin Legion felt his body being lifted up.

This feeling is like he usually beats and scolds him with a small eyeless little goblin when he is in a bad mood.

Unfortunately, he could no longer see what his body was used for.

Standing on the siege tower, Thorne held the sword in one hand and the corpse of the Goblin Legion Commander in the other hand, looking down at the Goblin Army below like a Goblin leader.

"Roar!Roar!"

The two bear goblins who reacted first climbed to the top floor and successfully came to Thorne's approach, roaring at him like a demonstration.

Immediately afterwards, the two bear goblins fell from the high siege tower with their necks covered.

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

"Bang!"

The gradually cold body of the Goblin Legion Commander was successfully thrown to the most densely populated area of ​​the Goblin Warriors.

Then countless eyes that changed from surprise to fear were all gathered on him.

The goblin warriors of the Sixth Legion were all composed of five other camp soldiers destroyed by Thorne.

Therefore, when these defeated generals saw an impressive fearful figure again, the scenes of the quiet forest quickly emerged in their minds.

He is the hunter of the Way of Silence.

A ranger who can summon the bottomless abyss demon at will.

The Goblin Slaughter.

Legion Commander Killer.

The arsonist who controls the scorching flames.

...

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

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

The neat military appearance of the goblin camp seemed to have been thrown into pieces, and it was in chaos.

They began to roll and crawl in the direction of the bottomless swamp while pushing. Countless slaves, lizard men and mad frogmen were knocked away inexplicably, and countless weapons fell to the ground.

They were so scared that they screamed and ran around, and many people fell to the ground while pushing and colliding with each other, looking embarrassed and frightened.

Thorne sideways avoids an arrow trying to resist, takes out a metal ball the size of a fingernail from his pocket, and an egg-sized dark red fireball condenses into the palm of his palm.

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

"Boom!"
Chapter completed!