Vol 3 Chapter 92: Bonfire (on)

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A east of the Blood Skeleton Valley, a glacier wasteland.
The original road was completely destroyed due to the avalanche. The continuous snowstorm made the already difficult road even more difficult, and even the scene beyond ten steps could not be seen clearly.
In the bleak snowstorm, a legionary ranger hiding behind a certain rock froze, facing the biting snow and ice crystals sharper than the knife, struggling forward in this vast world.
Even if it is so difficult, this recruit named Remy does not intend to give up-if it was not because of Connor's temporary decision to go north, plus the lack of manpower, he could not be promoted to a Ranger so quickly.
With his teeth clenched tightly, Ranger Remy wrapped his heavy cloak tightly, lying beside the cliff on the ice wall and looking into the distance, hoping to find some useful clues, but he kept thinking about the past few days.
This was already the second day of the Northern Expeditionary Corps arriving at the Blood Skeleton Outpost. Still no useful clues were found, and with the disappearance of His Highness Brandon, it was almost clueless.
However ... this is not the most serious problem.
It is impossible to establish a supply line under the continuous snowstorm, and it is obviously impossible for the desolate north to provide any supply; fortunately, His Royal Highness Connold prepared a large amount of materials from the fortress before departure, and finally did not have to worry about logistics issues. .
Rao is very prepared, but the entire army is still experiencing downsizing conditions-typhoid fever, frostbite, diarrhea, attacks ... Similar situations occur almost every day.
Of course, if it were not for this reason, Remy as a recruit could not get such an important position as "reconnaissance".
Lying hard by the cliff, Remy, with her eyes wide, searched carefully in this white piece; but unfortunately, like yesterday, there was nothing but a snowstorm and a desolate desolation.
The moment Remy frowned and was about to leave, a certain "moving" white made him stop and looked desperately in that direction.
One second, ten seconds, half a minute ... The blankness on Remy's face gradually began to startle, and then turned into a panic, stunned and trembling to look at the continuous, "white wave" in the blizzard, Coming from Snow Mountain and Wasteland towards the Valley of Blood Skeleton.
That is not a "white wave" at all, it is a army of thousands of monsters! ! ! !
Overly frightened, Remy was stunned directly. After five minutes, he recovered and figured out what he found!
No, no, you ca n’t stay here anymore, you must go back to the barracks and tell His Highness Connold about it, tell him, tell him ... he ... the monsters will invade the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain and they will come!
Panicked and turned around, the recruits who had fallen off the cliff almost turned around and ran wildly in the direction they were coming, but accidentally fell into the snow.
Just as Remy climbed up and down, one hand suddenly pressed his shoulder.
It was a pale, withered and extremely cold hand.
"No, don't bite me! Let go, let go ah ah ah !!!!!!"
Along with the screaming screams, countless carrion creeps slowly crawled out of the snow, like a walking dead, "wandering" in the direction of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain.
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"The two of you, run!-!!!"
The moment Isaac yelled, a black afterimage stabbed from behind Loren without warning!
"clang!"
The sound of metal collision echoed in the hall, and Luisen, who suddenly pulled out his sword, leapt up, violently opened the black halberd, the murderous and awesome sword front issued a scream of air tears, and waved a split.
In the blink of an eye, the collapsed skeleton and armor were scattered all over the place!
Slightly panting, the gray pupil holding the sword in his hands stood behind the dark-haired wizard, and there were still some childish face expressions that were distorted-at that moment there was a blood stain on his back, and the torn skin was still on. Bleeding.
"Now is not the time to thank each other, Lord Loren." Lucian, who had a serious look, interrupted the black-haired wizard who wanted to speak, with a long sword in front of him:
"We have been under siege!"
Loren stunned slightly, his dark pupil carefully swept the entire hall, and the bright silver in his hand once again swallowed the gray-blue flame.
indeed……
It was only a moment, the size of the original scattered in the hall, the skeletons of the Rangers almost stood up one by one, mechanically raised the shield, the flat halberd radiated with cold light.
In addition to this, there are those who are throwing guns, wielding two-handed swords or long-handed axes, each forming a seemingly scattered, but mutually dependent formation from the corner of the hall toward the center of the two slowly approaching.
"They used the basic configuration and tactics of the Ranger Squadron at the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain 100 years ago." The gray-eyed teenager with a serious expression said in a low voice, staring at those enemies that had approached:
"In that era, the Rangers on the north were likely to encounter powerful monsters at all times. A squadron of sixteen people was the smallest fighting force used to encircle the enemies in the encounter; while the two squadrons were of a common size."
Loren frowned slightly, with a murderous look in his eyes.
"First of all, there are twelve halberd shield players, forming a shield wall to block the way, and squeezing the moving space of the prey;"
At the pace of machinery, the "guards" who had lifted their halberds with shields had moved to the four directions of the front, back, left, and right, and they were still approaching the center.
"Secondly, the shooters and archers are responsible for containing and harassing the enemy; the Duke Lothal once suggested that the Rangers use the same guns as the ancient wood elves to deal with monsters that are stronger than ordinary humans;"
Just in the corners of the hall, several "guards" had raised their guns in their hands and were constantly moving back and forth around.
"Finally, the two-handed swordsmen responsible for killing monsters. They will launch a surprise attack when the monsters are completely out of the way and are constantly disturbed by the shooting gun; although this is said, because there are many Arles in the fortress, compared With two-handed swords, they prefer long-handled axes; "
Just after the approaching shield wall, the "guard" holding his large sword and battle axe was gradually approaching, as if waiting for the three to reveal a gap to launch a surprise attack.
"Perfect tactics ..." Nodded, and Loren, who was looking at the "guards", slightly raised his mouth: "Why did he give up later?"
"That's because ... this tactic has a near-fatal flaw." The gray pupil showed a relaxed smile, and the long sword he raised slowly, said in a low voice:
"Cooperate."
At the same time as his words fell, the surrounding guards suddenly attacked Loren and Lusien!
The roar was coming, the dark-haired wizard almost dodged instinctively, and the sharp halberd passed by less than ten centimeters from the ear.
The mechanical guard has not given up, and the halberd blade in the air immediately sways a note; but at that moment, the gray-blue afterimage has rushed into three steps.
Slash--!
The shield shattered, and the flame that chopped the shield shattered the entire guard. The broken bones splattered out, and at the same time, the two-handed swordsmen hiding behind the shield wall bounced out!
The dark-haired wizard slipped away from the place without hesitation; it was just the moment he dodged ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the air-throwing gun had screamed and swept straight in front of him.
At the next moment, the two-handed swordsman who had been thrown away was rushing face to face; but it was no longer the gray-blue swordmand that "welcomed" it, but the left hand that Loren opened, and there was a soft murmur:
"The Force Shock."
"boom--!"
The exploding air wave flashed through like a substance, and instantly slammed the two-handed swordsman into pieces!
That's right, if the ordinary Ranger just stood in front of you, this trick will definitely be flashed off by the opponent ... But the point of the problem is that "they" are no longer human.
It's just a group of skeleton puppets manipulated by some kind of void power!
"Rangers hunting monsters? From this moment, you are prey!" Loren's mouth has a cruel smile:
"And we ... are the hunters!" Mobile phone users, please browse for a better reading experience.