A little beating ever-bright fire, on the other side of the stone brick wall, left the shadow of a brave man's tall and strong.

What is surprising is that the adventurer carries different weapons of different lengths behind his back, which looks a little bloated, and it is impossible to distinguish his specific combat class.

A cold white mask concealed the adventurer's facial expression, but under the short dark blonde hair, a pair of slightly pointed ears were exposed, indicating his half-elf racial characteristics.

There was a loud trembling sound of crossbow strings, but in the blink of an eye, the movements of the half-elf's hands were fast, and two crossbow arrows were shot quickly.

For Loki, this pair of black demon skin gloves is really useful, not only has the material characteristics of cutting and fireproof, but also is not afraid of the palm of the hand being cut by the crossbow string when using the strong crossbow quickly.

The two crossbow arrows slashed through the air one after the other, flying in one direction with precision, and it was the ogre's huge one-eyed.

'Boom Boom ......'

The ogre's chewing movements suddenly stopped, as if the beast sensed, and actually sensed the danger in advance, and a huge palm protected the one-eye.

The two crossbow arrows hit the back of the hand, but did not do the expected damage to the ogre's one-eyed vital point.

The one-eyed ogre let out a huge roar of pain, directly leaving off a bloodstained adventurer's stump, one eye, and looked viciously into the corridor in the depths.

"Oops!"

The half-elf frowned, the spatial vision clearly distinguished the image, and the sharp crossbow arrows of the two diamond-shaped arrows only shot into the epidermis of the one-eyed ogre's hand.

Not only did it do no harm, but it seriously angered the ugly ogre.

In fact, ordinary adventurers generally don't know about one-eyed ogres, this kind of humanoid monster is stupid and has no intelligence, but for their most vulnerable one-eyed vital point, they always have an amazing instinct when protecting.

Loki also had this guess in his mind, and he immediately turned the crossbow and aimed it at the gnolwolf brute who had just gotten up and had not yet moved.

There were only about twenty crossbows, and there were about the same number of gnoll barbarians to fight, as well as the one-eyed ogres who were getting up and approaching.

Under the guidance of spatial vision, the moment he pulled the string and mounted the arrow, he almost adjusted the direction to shoot the crossbow arrow, and in almost less than a second, he pulled the trigger and shot steadily.

'Buzz~Buzz' bursts of crossbow strings rebounded.

The crossbow ballistic 3.0 system plays a great guiding role, shooting crossbow arrows on the spot on one knee with great accuracy and minimal error.

A newly raised gnoll brute was about to pick up his weapon, when he suddenly instinctively covered his neck, where a finely crafted crossbow was embedded.

Facing the sneak attacker, the jackal who had just opened his mouth and roared, a crossbow bolt was poured into it, and the sharp diamond-shaped arrow blade penetrated directly from the position of the occipital bone.

In less than ten seconds, six gnolls fell to the ground, gradually losing their vital signs.

Two more gnolls were shot in the upper body, but they didn't hit the vital point, and the other gnolls rushed fiercely.

The one-eyed ogre held a heavy wood-thorned mace and let out a huge roar that resounded all around, the effect was somewhat like the battle cry of a professional, causing the steel crossbow in the half-elf's hand to tremble.

At this time, the gnolls were more agile and almost rushed to the entrance of the circular corridor.

Without further ado, Loki grabbed the remaining ten crossbows and turned around and ran deeper into the corridor without looking back.

Compared to the beast-like gnolls, the movement speed of the 'Wanderer's War Dance' is even faster, especially the half-elves who are not bad at agility.

He ran a distance of more than ten meters, adjusted his breathing and immediately shot reflexively.

The three gnoll brute soldiers who ran in front were hit by arrows one after another in the chest and other vital places, and fell directly to the ground, and even played a little blocking role.

This tactical move was repeated twice by the half-elf.

The crossbow bolts they were carrying were exhausted, but the effect of stopping the shooting was very good, so that the gnolls who were only concerned with charging and chasing were hit by the arrows before they had time to dodge.

The half-elves broke into the dark, serpent resurrection hall again,

The remaining five gnolls brute, as well as the enraged one-eyed ogre, followed suit.

A huge black space, the remains of many believers on the ground are dry bones, and the bone stubble is broken, which makes it a little difficult for the gnolls to get off their feet.

The ogre's skin was thick and the obstacles on the ground were nothing, and he followed the footsteps of the sneak attacker in front of him, roaring and waving his heavy woodbarbed mace behind him.

Canines usually have some night vision, but the gnolls have long since degenerated, and can only rely on their sound and sense of smell to find the adventurer who sneaks up.

"Damn adventurer, I'll go get a torch. The strange and obscure gnolls spoke, and a gnoll brute was about to walk out of the dark hall of the Mass.

The gnoll paused, sniffed his nose, and at the same time there was a sound of air breaking through his ears.

'Horizontal Slash', a sharp 'Frost Sorrow' two-handed broadsword, driven by the footsteps of the half-elf and the strength of his whole body, slashed horizontally towards the neck of the gnoll.

The gnoll brute only felt as if it was in the air, and his head was light and unconscious.

The fanged and toothy head rolled to the ground, and the heavy smell of blood swayed, but Loki expected it in advance and directly dodged the splatters of blood.

The jackal called out to his companion, but received no answer, and a moment later there was another sound of a sharp blade slashing into flesh,

The three gnolls, who had not received an answer in the darkness, began to panic a little, and began to flee towards the light in the doorway.

'Click, click', in the dim green glimmer visual image, a rudimentary spear weapon, along with the neck of the Gnoll Barbarian, severed by the Frostmourn's blade.

Not long after, several gnolls suffered the same fate, and only the mad and angry one-eyed ogre with a heavy wooden thorn mace in his hand was still blindly searching for the adventurer's shadow according to the voice.

The 'hum' kept slicing through the air, and the ogre was alert, and instinctively covered his eye with one hand.

But he suddenly felt a pain in the crook of his leg, and he couldn't keep his balance for a while, and he knelt on one leg on the ground.

Base Skill: Advanced Throwing Weapon Mastery 65.5%

Loki has an accurate grasp of spatial vision, throwing some simple weapons, even more complete than swords and shields, and more threatening.

He picked up a rudimentary spear from the ground, a crudely crafted weapon of the Gnolls, but when used by him, it was no less threatening than a strong crossbow arrow.

This is the advantage of the master of weapons.

Although the half-elf is only the entry level of the apprentice, it can already make different changes to the weapon according to the enemy, the terrain, and the needs of the battle, and use the appropriate skill movements to restrain the enemy, and defeat the opponent with the flexibility of the brain.

The ogre has rough skin and thick meat, but after all, it is also a humanoid, and the armpits and the crooks of the legs behind the knees are all places with less fat muscle and poor defense.

With a 'whoosh', the rudimentary spear flew out again with Loki's standard throwing motion.

The one-eyed ogre cried out in pain, and his other leg was stabbed.

There was a loud bang, and the ogre's half huge fat body fell directly to the ground.

The half-elf rushed over quickly, picked up a large wooden stick of a gnoll, and slammed it on the back of the ogre's head.

"Whew~" With an angry and painful roar, the ogre shot back at the weapon, but the back of his head was hit again, and his mind immediately became dizzy.

"Big guy, do you speak the lingua franca?"

Behind Sen's cold white metal mask was an emotionless half-elf voice.

"Whew~" 'Knock' was another dull sound of flesh hitting.

The speed of the heavy wooden stick was average, but it always whipped the ogre the head when he had just made a move.

"Yes, a little, human ......"

The aching and aggrieved ogre finally uttered a few crappy lingua franca words......

Behind Jason's mask, there was a somewhat chilled voice, "Why don't you say it sooner, waste my time to see you." ”

The heavy wooden stick was slammed and struck out one of the ogre's jaws.

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