The warm air inside and the cold air outside exchanged violently, and the barbarian was awakened by the cold wind, subconsciously grabbed the giant axe, and looked at the rat man and the thief dimly: "Yes, enemy?"

"The smell...... Hell, the hunter and the mayoress are gone?" said the nezumi in chagrin.

"Chasing?" the barbarian asked, staggeringly. He was only hired by these people, and he didn't care who the enemy was.

"No, since they're out, Davilyn ......" The thief came to his senses, pulled out the dagger with the undulable flame attached to it, bit it in his mouth, and hurriedly climbed the stairs into the basement. In mid-air, he suddenly realized that the ground was wrong, kicked the wall with all his strength, and jumped out.

Directly below the stairs there are some rusty thistles scattered around, and if they are pricked, they can easily cause the wound to become infected and pus. Adventurers often cast a circle around the camp as a warning when they were resting in the camp, and the Ranger would also use it to delay their time when they were close when they were sniping at range.

"Cunning!" Even though the two sides had improved their understanding during Neverwinter, the thieves couldn't help but feel uneasy.

He walked slowly and cautiously forward, carefully looking back and forth with each step, and walked for several minutes on the road of five or six meters. And yet nothing happened.

"Hey. The thief couldn't help but laugh: his opponent was a ranger, what trap was he afraid of? This is not the wilderness, where did he get sharp branches, hanging ropes, and stones to make traps?

Seeing his companion lying motionless in the cell, and the spokeswoman had disappeared without a trace, he couldn't help but rush over and push the door open.

With a slight click, a black iron ball hanging from the wire behind the deadbolt fell to the ground, and the thief quickly borrowed it.

The touch and the smell of fuel in his nose told him what it was—the ranger seemed to know a dwarf friend who often gave him experimental gunpowder weapons.

In fact, under normal circumstances, this kind of clumsy trap does not threaten him at all, but he just does not pay attention to it.

Concerned about preserving the integrity of his companion's body, he casually threw his hand into the corner, jumped out of the room, and lifted the wooden table in the room in front of him.

With a "boom", the pygmy specially made pyrotechnic powder bomb (there was no phenomenon of ignition and flameout) X.I. exploded, and the room was filled with gunsmoke, and the fuel poured around the corpse was also ignited.

The thief coughed twice, remembering that the deceased's brother, who was the second-in-command in the gang, was always creepy and disgusting, although he was strong in martial arts and generous in his hands, and he felt a headache: "How can I shirk my responsibility? ”

Worried, he was in a hurry to leave, his feet ached, and he realized that he had forgotten the thistle at the staircase.

"****!" he couldn't help but curse.

At the same time as the thieves entered the basement, the nezumi and the barbarians had already rushed outside, but it was dark, where were the rangers and the spokeswoman?

Thomas turned left and right and ran into the distance, finally finding a corner of an alley where the wind was less. At this time, the night of the invisibility potion had long passed, and he put down the woman who was still sleeping on his shoulder, folded it into a squatting position with his knees hugged, and took off his cloak to wrap her up.

After confirming that the spokesman would not suffer from frostbite in the wild, he let out a sigh and reached out to wipe his sweat, and was shocked to find that a thin layer of ice had frozen on his forehead, and it "clicked" and shattered when he touched it.

"Then just wait for Mina to come to her rescue, and Cortana continued to text her to urge her. ”

The Star Ranger needs to report their findings over long distances, so they gain the ability to send text messages that are instantaneous. The effect is similar to texting, except that it cannot cross planes and limit the interior of the unicorn goddess's church.

Thomas, who had just relaxed, heard the slight sound of someone walking in the snow in the distance. The gray-black-furried, half-human, half-rat monster wielded a thin sword, looking down for footprints on the ground and snorting its nose. It is not good at tracking footprints, so it often runs crookedly, and then is corrected by its sense of smell to the correct general direction.

Slowly, it was firmly and unstoppably moving towards this direction. A strong man with golden red hair, carrying a large axe, carelessly embellished behind him to prepare for support.

Thomas pulled out what little silver arrows he had left, firing the wand in the balance bar. He calculated the speed of the wind, held his breath, and shot the arrow intently.

At this time, the barbarian, who was already a little impatient, was quickly approaching the nezumi: "I think that kid has already run away, let's go back and rest!"

Before he finished speaking, arrows flew in the distance in front of the nezumi who turned his head to answer. With a muffled sound of "bang", the rat man didn't even have time to react, and most of his head was directly taken off.

The barbarian reacted immediately, he roared wildly, and the skeleton of his whole body exploded, and the bare chest muscles and green tendons on his arms burst out, and the whole person seemed to swell.

Thomas knew that in this state, the enemy's strength would reach a point where it would be difficult to match, and he was not afraid of death, and it was difficult to stop him from getting close by the stopping effect of the arrows!

He shot the last arrow, turned around and ran. The red-eyed, panting barbarians like bullfights chased after them. The bull had its target in mind, but it didn't have to worry about the spokesperson being attacked.

The two sides grew closer and closer, as the Barbarians had grown accustomed to walking in the snow after years of living in Icewind Dale.

Damn, I knew I was going to wear clogs. Thomas thought.

The savage man finally approached to the point where his breath almost reached the back of Thomas's neck, and he shouted, leaped over, and slashed down with an axe.

There was a shock from the back of the ranger, and a strong force came, and he took advantage of the momentum to run a few steps, only to turn black in front of his eyes due to the great pain, and then there was a burst of salty sweetness in his mouth.

A thought suddenly rose in Thomas's heart, "Since I can't escape, let's fight! Anyway, I don't want to live for a long time, kill him to get back!"

"No, you can't fight hard. I don't care if I die, I'm afraid that the spokesman will be poisoned again. Now the strength is too weak, so the chance of victory is very small, and if we want to turn the tables, we must adopt the strategy of Cao Di's polemic - one blow of strength, then decline, and three exhaustions. Hold on until the adrenal glands and anger he inspires dissipates!"

In the flash of thought, the other party immediately changed his move, screamed violently, the blood vessels in his arms squirmed like a snake, the muscles bulged in large chunks, and the big axe forcibly turned into a horizontal cut.

The ranger turned around and ran, but he heard a "click" of his left hand: "Oh no! This guy was originally coming at me!"

This bow was originally a strong bow carefully built by a famous craftsman, but there was no money to enchant it at that time, and the quality was not bad. Coupled with the balance rod wand, converted to RMB, it should be no problem to buy a domestic car.

As a result, it was reimbursed by the enemy's big axe. Although the money of a bow can buy many axes, the bow is so fragile that it is like an archer who has been close to him.

Because of this attack, the barbarian didn't have time to switch his center of gravity to catch up, and was pulled away by Thomas.

He staggered across the snow, running almost on all fours, occasionally looking behind him out of the corner of his eye. The wounds on his body ached, but his heart was filled with the joy of imminent victory.

After staggering and staggering through the snow-covered street for about half a minute, Cortana suddenly reminded: "He's exhausted!"

The Ranger glanced at the strong man, then at the map drawn by Cortana in the upper right, and breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that the momentum had finally passed.

He drew his javelin and approached the burly man who was slumped on the ground.

The man was so tired that he threw his axe aside, his shoulders and back heaving, panting heavily, and the steaming sweat condensed into a fog around him. Seeing Thomas approaching, he pressed his hands on the snow and stood up suddenly!

Slightly startled, the ranger threw his javelin. The strong man was hit again, but he still grabbed the big axe, and was extremely fierce to continue the assault. It's just that the footsteps rushing towards the ranger have staggered, and they are weak.

Seeing that the enemy was exhausted, Thomas still did not dare to slack off, and slid away, throwing out the javelin.

The barbarian hit again and again, and finally fell to the ground.

In fact, every enemy fights hard with him, and the odds of winning are more than sixty percent!

Defeating the enemy through environmental and movement warfare was a success, and although it was planned in advance, there were indeed various twists and turns. Either way, at least three have been killed.

The odds are not as slim as they were at the beginning.

Next, as long as you heal your injuries, the last one will basically not be able to turn the tables.

So he looked up and saw the thief following his tracks.

Thomas: "............ You're not done. ”

The other party was also shocked, but when he saw him holding a longbow that was divided into two parts, his face changed to a hideous face.

The thief struck a posture and approached cautiously, a shadow looming around him, making the thief's figure a little hazy.

Thomas listened intently, and then smiled softly at the thief.

He cast the trick of light on a half-cut longbow, threw it beside the thief, and stuck it diagonally in the snowdrift to serve as a street lamp.

"Goodbye. He said.

In the distance, it wasn't the sound of horses' hooves, but the sound of a magical horseshoe jetting air.