Half-elf Ranger

The sunshine of the flowering month is unprecedentedly warm.

The warm wind blowing from the Moonlight Woodland silently swept through the desolate streets of Twilight Town, and a faint smell of blood began to fill the air, with a faintly chilling feeling.

On this empty street, willow trees spitting out green willows are lined up in order on both sides, and the messy branches and leaves are uneven and swaying in the wind. The weeds that have been cleaned up under the tree are not lonely, and the green grass tips stick out from the hard soil.

"Tap Tap!"

At this moment, there was the sound of the boots stepping on the ground, and the dull sound seemed to announce the arrival of the owner of the boots.

A guard soldier holding an iron shield and wearing iron armor came out of the blacksmith shop, and just bumped into the owner of the boots, so he immediately greeted respectfully: "Lord Saraya!"

The lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan, nodded slightly to the young warrior in front of him, noticed the shield he was holding tightly in his hand, and said with concern, "The new collar's equipment is still in good hands."

Although the iron shield has been refurbished by the mountain dwarves, it is still evident from the light marks left by the shield that it seems to have changed hands many times.

"As a soldier who has received formal training, there is no so-called smooth or unfavorable for me with weapons and equipment, only whether it can help me kill more enemies." The warrior guard clenched his shield and long sword with a look on his face. said solemnly.

"Equipment is a soldier's second life, because they can keep you away from the embrace of death." Saraya nodded secretly and said, "Go, don't let your partner change hands again."

Sarajan watched the backs of the guards leave until he climbed the majestic tower.

Immediately afterwards, in his eyes, he discovered that on this empty street, there were silhouettes emerging from the alleys of the town. Their goals were the same, and they all walked out of the city tower.

Looking at it, Sarayan, the lord of Twilight Town, couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose, and the lively scene of the town in the old days emerged in his mind.

Sarayan, who was standing in the same place, suddenly looked dazed.

He seemed to see familiar faces with longing for a better life appearing in front of him.

He saw that most of the people were bathed in the warm sunshine and walking against the warm breeze.

He also saw a lot of shops along the street, shouts and shouts to attract business up and down, people chatting and laughing, each with a red face, making it dizzying.

"Twilight Town will never fall!" Lord Sarayan tightly held the saber hanging on his waist, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Since the attack direction of the Hobgoblin army is at the north gate of Twilight Town, only a few rangers on the gate tower are on the south gate of the town to be alert to the unknown enemies in the wilderness.

Of course, beware of those who want to take the opportunity to escape out of fear of the town falling.

"Open the city gate! Let us go!" After a while, a group of adventurers in different costumes gathered around the south gate of the town and roared angrily at the ranger guards on the city tower.

"The Hobgoblins will break through Twilight Town soon, so our only way to survive now is to leave as soon as possible before the South Gate is attacked."

A leading adventurer player stood at the highest point and said to the gathered people: "Otherwise, when the gnomes attack the south gate, we really have no hope."

"Yes! Open the city gate! Let us go!"

Most of the people gathered under the tower all began to boo.

Most of them are adventurers wandering the wilderness under the umbrella of Twilight Town.

So when Twilight Town was in crisis, their first thought was not to take up arms to resist the invaders, but to save their own lives first.

Now, as the war intensified, most of the adventurers and the few residents of the town, without any hope of victory, began to gather together to attack the guards of the city gate, asking them to open the city gate and let them go.

As for whether Twilight Town will fall, that's not something they need to worry about, their purpose is just to save their lives.

"All retreat! Those who disobey will be killed!" Several guards on the castle tower put arrows on the strings and warned the troublemakers coldly.

The most taboo thing in war is to shake the hearts of the army.

If they opened the city gates and let these people go today, how would the soldiers who fought **** battles at the north gate and guarded their homes feel?

They would think that if someone evacuated, it meant that the town was really hopeless, and their determination to guard would gradually be shaken.

Therefore, this precedent must not be set. Unless it is the real life and death situation, there is really no way to choose to evacuate.

"Why don't you let us go? You are very selfish. You are willing to be buried with Twilight Town, but we don't want to. Let's talk about it!"

His words were like a fuse being ignited, instantly bursting in the crowd, and the mixed noise gradually attracted a lot of onlookers.

"That's right! Twilight Town is about to be breached by the goblins. If you don't go and wait until the South Gate is surrounded again, it will really be too late."

"That's right! Why let us be buried with you!"

"Kill us all if you can!"

"Yes! We must go out of town today!"

...

"Twilight Town cannot be breached!"

Suddenly, a thunder-like sound exploded in the noisy crowd, instantly stopping everyone's voices and becoming silent.

When all the troublemakers noticed the source of the angry voice, their expressions changed, and they started to move back involuntarily.

"I repeat, Twilight Town can't fall! If anyone dares to spread rumors, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan, came over surrounded by a line of guards.

The rioting crowd immediately and honestly made way for them to make way for the direction of the city tower.

"Really?" The leading troublemaker met Saraya's icy gaze and said confidently:

"You can count on your own that Twilight Town has been besieged by Hobgoblins for a few days. Even if it will not fall for the time being, it will be a matter of time. If you want to die, then don't drag us to bury with you. You must open the city gate today. We leave, otherwise, don't blame us for breaking in."

"Since that's the case..." Sarayang clenched the hilt of the sword and walked slowly to the other side, his voice became more and more cold, and finally stared coldly at this fearless troublemaker Said, "Then you will die!"

"Pfft!"

As soon as the words fell, the head of the troublemaker flew into the air, drew an arc, and fell into the terrified crowd, and his stump fell stiffly and heavily like a tree that had just been cut down. on the ground.

"Those who dare to shake the heart of the army! Kill without mercy!" Sarayan's sword was sheathed, and he left the crowd with heavy and firm steps.

These gathered adventurers looked at the troublemaker with the separated corpse on the ground, and the sharp arrows ready to go on the tower, and immediately dispersed.

Hobgoblins want to completely surround Twilight Town, so how could they leave a south gate for escape from the town?

They are natural strategists, how could they make such a simple mistake.

The purpose of this gate is to leave a way for everyone defending, deliberately letting them realize that even if the town is captured, they still have a chance to escape.

However, the real situation is that, from the moment they escaped from the South Gate, Salayan believed that what greeted Twilight Town was definitely the frenzied siege and pursuit of the Lizardmen from the Bottomless Swamp.

He knew very well the tactics of the hobgoblins to besiege the wilderness civilization, and he could even guess that there were countless bullywugs hidden in the Emerald River west of the town without scouting.

This seems to be a retreat, but also a dead end.

The Hobgoblins seemed to only attack one place on the bright side. In fact, they had already surrounded Twilight Town, including their ally Iron Horse Town. The Hobgoblins were also planning and taking precautions.

In Twilight Town, they can also rely on favorable terrain to defend, and in the wilderness, it is a chaotic fight, and they will only be submerged in the hobgoblin's crowd tactics.

That is to say, the current Twilight Town can only continue to consume the Hobgoblins until the other party voluntarily retreats, or they have new reinforcements and join forces to drive them away completely.

Sarayan took heavy steps and slowly walked into a hall on the tower, which was a place for all wounded soldiers to be treated.

The moment he stepped into the hall, there were many painful groans from the wounded, as well as the whispered comforts of others.

There was a thick smell of blood in the air, and a smell similar to disinfectant, and some **** bandages and herbs were scattered on the ground.

In the hall, most of the druids with excellent medical skills are using mashed herbs to heal their wounds.

Although Druids can also master healing magic, for the whole town, they do not dare to use the magic that can quickly heal.

Because this is likely to indirectly lead to the death of a fresh life due to serious injuries that cannot be cured in time, as long as it is not a life-threatening injury, herbal treatment is the main treatment.

After all, the daily magic is really limited.

Similarly, the use of herbal treatment also means that the more seriously injured warriors cannot recover quickly, and the town's garrison strength will be gradually weakened, which is exactly what the Hobgoblin wants.

In the entire treatment hall, in addition to the busy Druids, there are also several priests in blood-red robes, and they all wear eye-catching emblems on their chests: the blood-colored shield is at the bottom, and a sharp silver sword is inserted in the center. .

This is the priest of Tempus, the **** of war, also known as: the priest of war.

"Lord Salayan." At this time, a war priest noticed that the lord of Twilight Town came in and immediately greeted him, his voice was a little low: "Lord Assalam has been waiting for you for a long time."

"I see." Sarajan nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the inner room of the hall.

He approached cautiously, then gently pushed the door in.

Inside the room was a priest sitting cross-legged on the ground. He was wearing heavily worn armor, and his face was covered by a helmet with broken horns. In front of him was a small exquisite sculpture, which was the 'God of War Tempus'. 'Idol.

"Hello, Lord Sarayan." The priest in the damaged armor got up and put the holy emblem in his hand to his chest, leaned over and saluted to Sarayan who walked in: "Has the attack of the Hobgoblin started?"

"The troops are being assembled." Sarayan leaned down slightly and returned the salute.

"May the God of War protect Twilight Town." The priest prayed to the sculpture, then paused, and said calmly, "Archbishop Alenara just sent me new instructions."

"Will she support Twilight Town?" Sarayan's calm gaze met the priest's eyes hidden in the visor.

"That's right, but... the Archbishop has a condition." The priest was silent for a while and said.

"Needless to say, I will never agree to it." Salayan's expression turned cold, and he said sternly:

"The reason why I choose war is just to build a home for our compatriots, not to dedicate my beliefs to those high-ranking gods, which will only bring never-ending chaos."

"We should not be afraid of war, but should regard it as a force of nature and human power. Because it is a special storm brought by civilization, only those who have passed the baptism of war will become great leaders. Therefore, Sa Lord Layan, there seems to be no conflict between the two."

After the priest finished speaking, his tone suddenly intensified, and the eyes hidden in the mask became sharper, and he looked directly at the lord in front of him and asked, "Do you want to watch everyone in Twilight Town fall to the hobgoblin's side? Under your feet?!"

"Whoever told you that Twilight Town would fall at the feet of the Hobgoblin!" Sarajan greeted him without fear, and couldn't help but utter a foul language.

"You are too persistent." The priest's tone softened and he sighed slightly.

"This is not persistence, this is belief." Sarayan's expression was very firm: "You should just die. I will never bring people from Twilight Town to the Silver Pine Plain."

"If this goes on like this, sooner or later, the hobgoblins from the Black Pearl Forest will be exhausted to death. Besides, there are also gnolls from the Great Sword Mark Mountains." The priest solemnly reminded.

"I'm free in my heart, so I won't let you worry about it." Sarajan said lightly.

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the inner room was kicked open, and then walked in a savage with a naked upper body and tangled muscles.

"Assalam, don't think that I can't guess, you just want to take this opportunity to fool us all and help you build a city in the Black Pearl Forest together, I tell you, don't even think about it!"

The irritable barbarian roared at the calm priest: "We in Twilight Town don't need your help, come! Give him to Lao Tzu!"

"Yes! We will never retreat, we will defend our homeland to the death!" In the hall, a seriously injured guard soldier immediately stood up and shouted.

After the guard finished speaking, he let out a painful growl. Due to his anger, his wound opened again. The Druid next to him who was taking care of him immediately told him not to move, otherwise the wound would worsen.

"Yes! We will never retreat, and we will defend our homeland to the death!" Immediately, others echoed.

"Gehao, don't be impulsive!" Sarayan hurriedly stopped the barbarian who really planned to get the priest out.

"I'm very sorry! Your Excellency Assalam, please help me tell Archbishop Arianna, I appreciate her kindness." Salayan bowed slightly to the priest.

After he finished speaking, he carefully closed the door and dragged the swearing savage man Hao out.

The moment he walked out of the house, Sarajan saw a man in black leaning against the stone pillar, and at the same time saw his **** left arm, his expression tightened, and he immediately walked over: "Horrat, are you alright? "

"It's not a big deal, it's just a little skin injury." The half-drow elf Horat bandaged his wound and said with a nonchalant smile:

"The defense on the periphery of the Hobgoblin is too strict, and there are many third-order professionals who are good at tracking. I can't rush out at all."

"Can't you even rush out?" Sarayan's heart sank. Last night, he had learned from the Druid Thornswalker who lived in Twilight Town that the copper dragon that occupied Iron Horse Town had left.

This also means that the people of Iron Horse Town can support them.

He knew the strength of the ally of Iron Horse Town, and he also understood that these hobgoblins-based enemies were different from ordinary lizardmen, and their usual methods of cooperation would definitely not work.

So he immediately dispatched Twilight Town's strongest assassin to Iron Horse to help them carve a path that would allow them to silently raid the Hobgoblins.

Who would have thought that the defenses on the periphery of the Hobgoblin were so strong that even Holart couldn't rush out.

If this is the case, the support of Iron Horse Town is likely to be blocked on the way by the Hobgoblins who have detected it in advance.

The reason why he dared to refuse the invitation of the war priest so confidently and so believed that Twilight Town would be able to defend, the reinforcements of Iron Horse Town was one of the key factors.

"It seems that we can only rely on ourselves." Sarajan sighed slightly.

"Old man, don't be so frustrated, although my mission failed, but..."

Noticing the confused look that Sarayan cast over, Horat paused deliberately, then blew a loud whistle and motioned for the other party to look out the door.

When the lord of Twilight Town locked his gaze outside the door, a figure with a long bow and two swords hanging from his waist walked out.

"Lord Sarayan, long time no see." Thorne smiled and greeted the lord.