I don't care about the changes in Avril.

On the other side, Ron had crept down the cliff and groped towards the gnolls, his speed was extremely fast, and he quickly returned to the entrance of the cavern.

At this time, the three gnolls were still digging for stones, occasionally rolling stones.

In front of the entrance, the gnoll leader stared inside with a fierce gaze and let out a roar. Not far from the forest, there are also several sideburn gnolls wandering nearby, guarding them.

Ron squinted for a moment, thought for a moment, and then reached to the right side of the forest.

He had activated his stealth skills, and his whole body blended in with the surrounding scenery, and his movements were so light and light that even if he was very close to the gnolls, they still couldn't spot his tracks.

At this point, Ron pulled out the blade behind his back.

The gnolls were extraordinary, and Ron wasn't trying to figure out what they were trying to do.

To be precise, Ron knew who the gang was, and if nothing else, they should have a name, the Crow Society.

It is a small evil organization, mostly composed of thieves or warlocks, who believe in Gargus and often engage in dark transactions such as human betrayal, kidnapping and ransom, and planting bribes.

Who is Gargoth? This guy is the demon of the cool officials, one of the gods of the world of Aveline, known as the tenth king of the nine layers of hell, the forsaken king of the demon pit, the embodiment of betrayal and cruelty, most of its followers are traitors or corrupt and depraved kings and politicians, and some evil warlocks also like to get strength from him, and those who believe in him are by no means good people.

The Crows weren't very famous near Neverwinter, and Ron knew about it because he had fought them once in his previous life.

The Crows operate a large number of brothels*/houses and prisons in Neverwinter, and often provide and train peerless prostitutes*/women to the upper nobles of Neverwinter, and participate in /sex/// trade.

At one point, the Crows turned their minds to Ron's guild members and kidnapped a low-level female player in their guild.

You must know that Sword of Glory is a virtual reality game, that is, it completely simulates reality, and the game character generally only has three chances to resurrect, and if he dies three times, the character will disappear forever.

In the game, the plot characters are equal to human IQs, so it is entirely possible to kidnap the player.

That time, the female player was kidnapped by the Black Crow Club for three whole days, and was directly sent to the dark prison they ran to be poisoned and trained, not only was she stripped naked and deprived of food, but she also experienced all kinds of terrible torture and torture, almost making the female player out of her nerves.

When he heard about this, Ron was shocked, and quickly organized a rescue manpower, and fought several battles with the Crow Society, destroying more than a dozen of their strongholds, but in the end, he did not save the female player.

The stronghold of the Crows in Neverwinter is very secretive, and they hide the upper nobles of Neverwinter, and their eyes are all over Neverwinter, so even at that time, Ron's guild power was extremely large, and it was still impossible to penetrate it.

In the end, it was the female player who couldn't bear the terrible torture and training, and chose to commit suicide to escape.

Since then, Ron has been very impressed with the organization.

Of course, now Ron was going to deal with the Gnolls and not the Crows, and Ron didn't want to provoke them if it wasn't necessary.

The dense forest is overgrown with a variety of dwarf shrubs, and the shrubs have more leaves, which are more suitable for hiding.

Ron slowly sneaked forward, and didn't plan to use the strong crossbow at the beginning, after all, there were only ten crossbow arrows, and there would be no more when they were used up, so it was better not to use them, and moreover, Ron was a two-knife ranger, and he didn't want to change his profession yet.

The gnolls seemed to smell something, and stared up vigilantly ahead, listening attentively, in addition to hearing greatly, their sense of smell was also very sensitive, and they could smell even the slightest strange smell.

Unfortunately, Ron didn't give it a chance to show his skills, and he was in a completely leeward place without making the slightest noise.

Just as the gnoll man noticed no surprise and turned to walk to the other side, the eerie blade appeared silently behind its back, and smeared it on its throat without warning, and in an instant there was a crisp sound, and blood shot out.

The gnoll man did not understand what was happening, and was taken aback, and quickly stretched out his paw and grabbed his throat, and hissed, but his throat was cut, and he could not make a sound at all, and struggled violently, and fell to the ground silently.

"Skill Launch, Fatal Blow!"

"The Gnoll Barbarians are dead!"

"Extract soul energy and gain +10 experience!"

"Discover your specialty: Cutting your throat!"

Several pieces of information quickly floated in front of him, and Ron looked at his experience, which had reached 110 points, and it was still 40 points away from being upgraded to level 2, and Ranger level 2 needed 150 points of experience.

After a few battles, his professional skills have improved a lot, especially in his personal specialty column, there is another [Throat Cutting] specialty.

This is a specialty he has mastered in his previous life, but it is not surprising that he will appear now, and successfully kill one, Ron quickly reached for another target, he planned to deal with a few gnolls on the periphery first.

The levels of the gnolls are all level one, and there is no benefit in being surrounded by them, and Ron is good at breaking them one by one.

Like the first gnoll, this gnoll was hiding in the forest on guard, biting the flesh in his hand and gobbling it up, unaware that death had crept in.

Ron appeared behind it like a ghost, his blade reaching out and grazing it down the throat, and without incident, the gnoll's round head quickly rolled to the ground, blood gushing out like a spring, and the huge body fell to the ground.

Ron touched it and couldn't find anything, so he flicked his legs and quickly disappeared in place.

There are four gnolls patrolling the forest, and they are probably very wary of the attacks of bear goblins and forest servant goblins.

Now that the two of them had been cleared, the space around him had suddenly increased a lot, and Ron didn't let his guard down in the slightest, on the contrary, his speed quickly increased a lot.

When the two gnolls are killed, the breath of blood will spread rapidly, and it won't be long before they can smell it, and it may not be so simple to do it when the time comes.

Soon, Ron found a third gnoll.

The gnoll man hid in a tree, spear in hand, tall and fierce, and looked difficult to deal with. Ron thought for a moment, and quietly took out the black pit viper crossbow from behind.

This crossbow is a special crossbow made by the Rattlesnake Brotherhood, which is relatively lightweight and can be stacked, making it very easy to carry, but it seems to be the reason for too many killings, and there is often a ray of black light on the crossbow.

He quickly took out the crossbow bolt and put it on it, aimed it at the jackal, and with a "whoosh", the crossbow shot out and shot into the jackal's head with unmistakable accuracy. Only a "poof" was heard, and the gnoll fell from the tree.

Ron rolled forward, caught the gnoll's heavy body, and gently placed it on the ground.

Now there is only one gnoll left patrolling the forest, after killing two, the system gives twenty experience points, but the professional skills have not been improved, the first-level creature is the first-level creature, the system can give not much, if you can skip the challenge, the situation may be different, the system may give more additional rewards.

Of course, now Ron is just thinking about it, if it is not necessary, he definitely does not want to skip the challenge, because the difficulty of the skipping challenge is much higher than that of the same level, and there are many more unexpected situations that may arise.

Countless combat experiences have taught him that it is best not to challenge creatures of higher rank than himself without absolute self-confidence.

Ron didn't stay where he was, he quickly felt for the gnoll, found three copper coins, and collected them.

These gnolls also like to collect shiny things, and occasionally have some low-level magic items or copper coins on their bodies, most of which are looted.

Sometimes they will trade with passing merchants or wizards in exchange for some food, but of course, not many people are willing to trade with them.

Gathering the items, Ron quickly pulled out the bolts and wiped them clean, before lunging towards the remaining gnoll.

There was only one left, and it was necessary to clean them up, and Ron would not forget the scene when he was chased by them.

He walked quietly forward, and a fourth gnoll had already appeared in his eyes, and it was looking around, but when Ron took a few steps towards the gnoll, he was suddenly startled, and immediately stopped and looked up into the distance.

I saw that in the dense forest, there were a few familiar voices, and the few humans who had just left had now appeared in the forest again, and they had gone and returned.

Ron's expression changed slightly, and he immediately stopped, hiding in the woods to detect the slightest hint of danger.

Sure enough, there was almost no accident, and after the group of humans appeared in the forest, they immediately found a gnolls lying on the ground, and one of the masked thieves quickly walked out, touched the throat of the jackal, and then bowed his head and whispered a few words in the ear of the leading warlock.

Seeing this, the leading warlock immediately waved his hand and told them to disperse.

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but curse in his heart: Hell!

He hurriedly lurked there, not daring to move.