On the battlefield of Burning Plains, Nathanos once thought he was dazzled.

At this moment when he was hunted by a legendary chief, he was extremely anxious, holding a battle bow and suddenly saw a strange thing flying over his head.

It was a weirdly shaped eagle.

He was covered with skeletons, and he looked dead for a long time and had already weathered into a skeleton. His feathers were close to the skeletons, and his eyes were also two black holes.

It looks very cunning.

But this thing can still fly, and the flight speed is not slow.

The strangest thing is that behind the skeleton eagle, there was a strange little fishman riding. I don’t know who it was, so I put an eye mask on the little fishman and put on a cloak.

The guy waved his claws and roared like a dwarf sky knight.

There was also a curved black dagger in his claws, which of course was similar to a dagger in the hands of the fishman.

The most important thing is that the strange posture of the fishman is so familiar to him no matter how you look at it.

This is...

"Blake! He's nearby!"

Nathanos immediately recognized the little fishman riding a dead eagle and whizzing over his head. It was Black's weird pet, and he called it "Good Luck Fishman".

It is said that he is a friend who can bring him good luck.

Maris didn't believe this, but he believed in Black.

The little fishman appears, and the pirate will definitely discover the situation here.

The ranger waved toward the Eagle-rottening Boba, who was circling with an eagle, and the little fishman with a blindfold grimaces at him, and flexibly swung in the air with his old bones, flying in the other direction.

Huangwu also ran to find reinforcements, and support should be coming soon.

Nathanos looked around and saw that the terrain was flat. Even if he continued running with Finna on his back, he would definitely not be able to run away from the hunter behind him without a mount.

The Blood Ring Clan is the tribe that is best at hunting among the orcs. If they are targeted, it will be difficult to escape.

"Just here, face them!"

The Ranger made a decision immediately. He made a gesture to Finna, took a few steps back, and disappeared quietly beside the Jin Jian. It was not the assassin's stealth, but a hidden combat skill of the Rangers.

You can use the power of shadows in a short period of time to integrate yourself with the surrounding environment, and achieve the same effect as stealth without moving.

But if you move, the camouflage effect will be much weaker.

Nathanos entered the disguise, which meant that he would start to let go of the massacre. Finna also grabbed the dagger and tried hard to resist the toxins that kept infiltrating her body.

Maris gave her antidote before, but the effect was not very good.

She can only rely on her own warrior bloodline to support her. Fortunately, Dai Lin's bloodline is extremely powerful, so that Finna will not be killed by poison.

"Come on! Orcs, fight me to the death!"

Finna saw a group of blood-ring hunters roaring and chasing them on the hills behind her. She shouted at them to attract attention. The orcs immediately raised their weapons and rushed towards the half-elf warrior.

The most reckless people stepped on the traps arranged along the way by Nathanos, burned by the surging fire on the ground, and also stepped on the snake bag, releasing several poisonous snakes.

The vicious beasts bit the orcs' bare feet and calves, and they screamed in pain.

There is also a large-scale frost trap with a slowing speed like magic that is activated, and a large area is covered with ice, which immediately reduces the movement speed of the orcs.

A row of arrows straggled, shooting four or five orcs to the ground.

Nathanos, disguised on the commanding heights next to him, sets a bow and shoots arrows rhythmically at a speed that is neither fast nor slow. Every time he pulls the bowstring, there are at least two arrows on it.

A confident light shines on his face, and his hands are standard and deadly. Every time he hears the buzzing bowstrings, an orc will turn over and fall.

Either it pierces the eye or pierces the heart.

This human ranger seems to have some persistent pursuit of one blow to kill.

Fena carried a short sword and endured the pain, killing several orcs bitten by poisonous snakes.

She panted and wanted to sit and rest, but as soon as she relaxed, a cold air surged in her heart, causing Finna to immediately grab the shield left by the orcs beside her and protect her.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, a green and bone-like flying knife pierced into the shield in Finna's hand, causing the wooden shield to explode, and pushed the golden sword out with great force, hitting the ground in a mess.

Under the influence of toxins in the body, this strong half-elf finally lost strength. When her head tilted, she fainted by the soil.

She threw the bone flying knife at her hand, and it was still shining with a faint green light.

Obviously, it was quenched with terrible toxins on it.

Nathanos on the other side also saw a strong enemy rushing towards him, and he put a magic bondage arrow made of sapphire in his hand, turned slightly, and shot towards the fast-moving big orc.

But as soon as the latter stopped, he waved his left hand with a sharp bone, and grabbed the arrow that was shot in his hand.

The arrow feathers are still vibrating at high speed.

But the arrows are hard to take a step forward.

The tall green-skinned old orc was already very old and had a gray beard.

But his movements were still agile. He glanced at the arrows being caught in his hand, and the magical eyeballs floating above his head were also rotating, looking in the direction of Nathanos.

He had no expression on his cheek that was missing from his right eye.

He pinched the magic arrow in his hand and threw it casually, ignoring Maris' threat, and strode towards the unconscious Finna with the wild and huge hunting stick in his hand.

This lacks the shape of an eye, so it is easy to recognize.

Only the madmen of the Blood Ring Clan will take off their own eyes in the clan's death ceremony. The orc in front of him can catch the sharp arrows of the high-level ranger with his bare hands, which also proves that he is powerful and has quick reactions.

His identity has become obvious.

Kilroger Dead Eyes.

The chief of the Blood Ring Clan, the legendary hunter, the oldest among all the chiefs of the tribe, and the most cunning one.

He seemed to have identified the coma half-elf in front of him, which could help him and his clan escape from bad luck. He would come and arrest her in person even if the alliance had an absolute advantage.

Nathanos hit the arrow again, pulled the bowstring, and continued to shoot at Kilrogue.

But every arrow would be easily avoided by the old orc, just like a prophet of the uncertainty.

Maris soon discovered the secret of Death Eye.

The magic eyeball floating above the old orc's head was locked in him, which could help the dead eye see the trajectory of each arrow. After realizing this, Maris stopped shooting.

He put the arch on his back and stroked his hands around his waist. Two magical axes in the style of elf fell into his hands, and then walked quickly, blocking between Death Eye and Finna.

"Go aside, human."

The old Kilrog looked at Nathanos, and a light flashed in his remaining left eye, saying:

"The end of your destiny is not here, don't pursue death recklessly."

"Leave, orc."

The two one-handed axes turned around in Maris's hands, and then he held them tightly. He lowered his body and said to the old orc in front of him:

"You can still escape now, but you will not be able to escape later."

"No, death is still far from me."

Dead eyes held the hunting stick made of some kind of giant animal bone in his hand meaningfully, looked at Maris with a fickle one-eye and said:

“But it’s very close to you.”

"roar"

The legendary hunter immediately got up in front of him, and he was bitten by a powerful mongoose. The hunting sticks were covered with sharp teeth and hit Maris, who was flexibly dodged by the latter with his blade dance skills.

But when the old orc turned his wrist, the other end of the hunting stick accelerated and collided with the ranger. He was blocked by the axe blade, and then rotated with kinetic energy and was held by the dead eyes.

Another fierce wing strike almost broke Nathanos' back.

This orc played this crude weapon with a sense of artistic sense, like a fierce multi-headed snake, which was controlled by the dead eyes and rushed towards the ranger like a storm.

Kilroger is very old and tortured by magical diseases. His strength is no longer superior, but he fills the flaws with his experienced experience and hunter's keenness.

In just a few minutes, Maris was forced into a mess.

The genius ranger was completely suppressed by the legendary hunter. Even though he didn't want to retreat, he was still forced to avoid him by the old orc. Instead, he looked like he was walking leisurely in the courtyard and was extremely relaxed.

The suspended magic eyeball above his head, under the 360° undead angle, made every bitter counterattack of Nathanos feel in advance by the Dead Eye.

It's like having a cheat.

"This won't work, you."

On the other side of the hill, Black, who was observing the battle through the old bone-eating visual sharing, saw this scene and shook his head. He pretended to be a grass ring to cover him, stood up from the shadows and pulled away the hurricane battle bow in his hand.

Whispering:

"Even the old man who stepped into the coffin board with half his foot can't beat him. Nathanos, you are too inferior. With such a performance, how can you become a wither in the future? How can you be qualified to be the number one licker in your queen's future?

Come.

I'll help you make the battle fairer."
To be continued...