"Chief Lothar, you don't have a weapon!"

Paul reminded Malone in a low voice. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

During the battle with the orc soldiers a few days ago, not only Sir Lothar was seriously wounded, but his two-handed sword was also lost on the battlefield.

After that, although Sir Lothar miraculously regained his health, he never had a weapon at his disposal.

"It's okay, don't worry. There is a saying, there are no guns, no cannons, the enemy makes us! ”

Marlon didn't look back, but from his voice, Paul could tell that the young Sir Lothar, his own commander, had no idea what was about to break out in a skirmish.

Paul was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything more.

Never take your opponent lightly.

- Paul remembers the words he told himself on the first day he saw the Lord Lothar.

Paul certainly did not think that Sir Lothar himself would forget this, and he understood that his superiors had absolute confidence.

Hunched over the grass towards the gnolls' camp, with no obstacles to cover around, Malone didn't expect his actions to be really silent.

After all, the skill of the thief in the damn system is only stealing and not stealing.

About two hundred meters away from the gnoll camp, the actions of Malone and the others were discovered by those gnolls.

Gnolls never needed allies other than food; And if they do, they only need allies who can be used as food.

The appearance of Malone and the others caused the gnolls camp to enter a state of panic, and in the past few hundred years, especially after Stormwind City ruled almost the entire Elwyn River Valley, being killed by humans has become the most common method of death among the gnolls.

These carnivorous humanoids have caused danger and distress to the inhabitants of Alwyn Forest and the Wild West, so Stormwind has sent elite troops to regularly sweep through the gnolls.

Although the gerls are very fertile, they are getting smaller and smaller in terms of survival space and numbers under the pressure of humans.

Therefore, despite their ferocious nature, after seeing the appearance of humans, the first reaction of some gnolls is to run away.

But most of the gnolls only saw the food that moved, and they all thought that their task was to break the two legs of the food and throw them into the cauldron of their camp to boil them.

"Xiquan garrison, charge!"

Marlon shouted loudly as soon as his whereabouts were discovered by the gnolls.

The soldiers had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and almost at the same time that Marlon gave the order, they clenched their weapons and began to make a final charge towards the gnolls' camp.

Two hundred meters, for an adult man running at a rapid pace, only takes about half a minute.

Although in order to save physical strength, Ma Long and the others did not run with all their strength, but the panic of the jackal camp gave them enough time.

Paul still couldn't forget the fact that his commander was unarmed, and he rushed into the gnolls' camp ahead of Marlon, because he didn't want his commander to face these guys with his bare hands.

"Whoa, whoa!"

There was an unpleasant roar, and several gnolls rushed towards Paul.

Gritting his teeth, Paul thrust the spear forward, and with the force of his body, the sharp tip of the spear effortlessly pierced the throat of the first gnoll.

The momentum of his whole body was sent to the gnoll's body, and the blood flowed down the shaft of the spear, but it was blocked by the gauntlet near the bottom of the spear, and it did not affect Paul's use.

"Ho ho ...... Ho ho ......"

The gnoll's blood-red eyes bulged out slightly, and Paul certainly couldn't read the expression on the dog-like face, he only saw that the gnoll seemed to want to grab the shaft of his spear with his hand.

Although he didn't know the point of doing this, Paul wouldn't let the gnoll get his wish.

Taking a step back, steady, and with a slight strain of his arms, Paul withdrew his spear from the gnoll's throat and charged towards the other, who seemed to be in a daze.

The corpse of the gnoll, deprived of the support of his spear, fell behind Paul, splashing a small cloud of dust; Soon, a pair of large riding boots stepped over the corpse of the jackal without hesitation, and with a thick palm, he gently picked up the thick iron rod next to the corpse.

"Phew, ugly monster."

Paul cursed loudly as he stepped on the corpse of a jackal and pulled his spear out of the corpse's chest.

The gnoll seemed stunned by the death of his companion, and it was not until Paul's spear pierced his chest that he screamed a few times, but he soon died.

There was no time for Paul to rest, and although his ferocity deterred many of the gnolls and made them quietly backwards, there were still those who were not afraid to die.

"Fresh...... Meat ......"

A gnoll man who was two circles larger than the rest of his companion rushed at Paul, and his mouth, mixed with the cry of "ahh

Paul wasn't too surprised, for he knew that some gnolls were able to speak simple lingua franca—something they usually learned from their food.

The Jackal has low intelligence and must take a long time to learn the lingua franca, which also means that the Gnoll has eaten many humans in the past.

Grabbed the crossbow from his waist and gently pulled the trigger - no one could dodge the frontal shot of the crossbow at such a close distance.

Paul put his crossbow back on his waist and didn't even look at the gnoll's body.

A crossbow bolt for a gnoll's death...... No matter how you think about it, Paul feels that he has suffered a loss.

As the regular army in Stormwind's military system, the garrison of Westspring Fortress has a complete standard equipment, and the hand crossbow is of course a part of it.

Because of the fall of Stormwind City, Paul and the others, who were far away from the Westspring Fortress, had nothing to replenish their crossbow arrows, so these precious crossbow arrows were naturally used with one shot less than one.

Just as Paul felt sorry for his crossbow arrows, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and when he turned his head sharply, he was surprised to find that a small gnoll man, who had gone around his back at some point, was lunging towards him, and the sharp dagger in his hand shone dangerously.

"Oops!"

Paul whispered to himself that the series of hearty killings had made him ignore the disparity in numbers between the gnolls and his own side.