Glian was able to create a heavy rain out of thin air, which made Pan Long's evaluation of him a few points higher.

Whether it is an Eastern fairy or a Western fantasy, "calling the wind and rain" is a symbol of the master. The kind of "wind making technique" that only has a range of a few tens of meters is counted, but anyone who can affect the weather on a relatively large scale is a master of a considerable level.

As soon as Grean started to make it rain, he seemed to be able to do what he said. Pan Long immediately had a little more confidence in him - maybe he could really fight back and forth with Shalopok's gang, but he lacked good helpers, so he unfortunately lost and died?

So instead of fleeing, he took a step forward and walked in front of Glion.

"You need someone to help you get in the way. He said, "Mages aren't meant to fight alone. ”

Grean smiled, the first time he'd laughed tonight.

"If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave later. ”

Pan Long also smiled: "There are only two horses in total, let them run." Maybe I'll teleport back again when I'm beaten to death?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ammon and Chanem came up from left to right, standing beside him, acting as a vanguard for Glien.

"You guys go!" said Grean, who was furious.

"Let's go, let's go!" Chanem said in a firm tone.

With that, he took out his face shield and put it on his helmet. Holding the sword in both hands, he made a fighting stance.

Amon moved faster than him, saying "I think we're quite strong", but his stealth skills had already been activated under his feet, and his body gradually became transparent, hidden in the night, almost invisible.

Seeing that everyone was ready for battle, and Grean was not a hypocritical person, he sighed and said, "There is no way, we have to live together, we have to die together!"

As he spoke, he swung his glowing cane, and the wind whipped up countless branches and leaves of earth and stones, flying towards the enemy who was approaching them.

The goblins who rushed to the front were in high spirits - bullying was their favorite thing, but when they were smashed in the face by the wind's dirt and rocks, their morale was immediately curbed.

"Mage!"

"There's a mage!"

The short greenskins shouted in a mess, and more than one of them stopped, revealing that they wanted to escape.

Even monsters understand the mystery and power of the caster, and they understand how dangerous it is to be an enemy of the caster.

But before they could start escaping, a gnolloll swung his machete and slashed down a goblin who was hesitant to rush forward.

"Rush, or die!" it cried out in a voice like a dog's bark.

The goblins were startled and continued to rush forward.

"Don't cast a spell yet. Pan Long said loudly, "It's just some goblins, we can deal with it!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards the goblins who were already close to him.

He wielded a long knife and slashed down a goblin with a single sword, and at the same time moved his feet, dodging the attacks of the other goblins, and then swung the long knife again.

Despite the fact that the proficiency of this weapon is not very high, for him it is enough.

Reality is not a game after all, and there is no such thing as a high level of proficiency that can slash a few times in a round, and a low level of proficiency that can only cut a single knife - for someone like him, who is skilled in all kinds of common weapons, it is a matter of course to use the movement of his feet to gain space, and then attack as fast as possible.

The light of the knife flickered, and in just two or three seconds, four goblins fell under his knife.

At this time, Chanem hadn't even had time to decide whether to follow up or stay in front of Glien.

When had the goblins ever seen such a fierce warrior?

"Mighty warrior!"

"Danger!"

"No more fighting!"

The gnolls swung their machetes and slashed the second goblin to death.

"Attack! Otherwise, die!"

The goblins reluctantly continued to move forward, but Pan Long's long knives swung faster and faster, each of which could cut down one, and he alone almost became a wall, making it impossible for the goblins to break through, and it was as if a death line had been drawn on the ground, and every goblin who dared to cross the line would die instantly, without exception.

The path in the woods is not wide enough. The narrow terrain restricts the goblins, preventing them from taking advantage of their numbers.

In fact, they only need to scatter in both directions and rush into the woods to bypass Pan Long. But...... The gnolls in the back don't let it.

The virtues of goblins, as old neighbors, know best. In the face of such a strong enemy, gathering the goblins on the road can still consume some of the enemy's strength, inflicting a little useful damage on the enemy, and if they are allowed to scatter into the woods, they will definitely flee immediately, and they should not be expected to continue fighting.

Shocked by the blood-dripping knives, the goblins collapsed once more, but were once again forced forward by the same blood-dripping machetes behind them.

These little monsters, who are usually keen to attack single travelers, or sneak into villages to steal livestock and money, and even kill children and the elderly, have carved the fear of bullying into their bones. Faced with the sharp blades on both sides, they could only repeat this miserable process aggrievedly.

But neither the gnolls nor Pan Long will sympathize with them.

On the contrary, if they could, either side would actually want to kill them all.

Finally, after the fall of the sixteenth goblin, three of whom had been hacked to death by the gnolls, the goblins could no longer suppress their fear, let out a frantic and miserable cry, and rushed into the woods on either side of the road.

Hearing the screams spread farther and farther away, it was clear that they were really frightened this time.

"Hopefully, they'll learn their lesson and stop provoking humans in the future. Pan Long smiled and said, "In this case, you may be able to live a few more days." ”

"They! You're dead now!" said a particularly tall voice among the gnolls.

Pan Long shook his head: "If you want me to die, you can't rely on your mouth." ”

He then smiled contemptuously: "Oh, I'm not right. You guys have pretty bad mouths, I'll really have to be careful not to get my saliva on you, it's disgusting. ”

The gnolls screamed angrily and rushed together.

The road in the forest was not wide enough to accommodate three gnolls charging side by side, so the other three ran into the nearby woods and tried to outflank them together.

By this time, it was so dark in the woods that I could barely see the surroundings. But Pan Long's eyes glowed slightly in the dark night, and he poured his true qi into his eyes, allowing him to temporarily gain the ability to see things clearly in the night.

It's not very clear, but it's enough to see the jackals rushing towards them.

(If I can change jobs again, no matter the advanced class of the thief department has the "sharp eye" skill, then neither the fog nor the darkness can obstruct my vision.) ）

The thought flashed through his mind, and then quickly replaced by a boiling battle intent.

In the face of six menacing gnolls, he not only did not retreat, but continued to rush forward.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

The jackals didn't expect Pan Long to dare to rush up, and he grabbed the opportunity and slashed with a knife.

In the dark night, there was no sword light, only a sharp sword wind, mixed with the fierce wind summoned by Glian.

In the wind, the body of the jackal who rushed to the front stiffened suddenly, his swift steps slowed down, and the right hand that raised the machete also fell, and then the whole person fell head-on.

Blood flowed down its throat and with life.

But Pan Long was also stabbed.

The Gnolls are far from being matched by goblins, and their courage is comparable to that of a good army. Pan Long's single slash to kill the gnolls who rushed to the front did not deter their accomplices, but only made them angrier.

Even if Pan Long reacted quickly and his footsteps barely stopped, in the face of two knives, he could only choose to be stabbed once.

Knife in the left shoulder, but not heavy. The armor made of tough Northland Demon Beast leather was not inferior to ordinary metal in terms of defensive power, and most of the power was dissolved, just a slight flesh wound.

Pan Long ignored his injuries at all, and continued to swing his knife, taking advantage of the gap between the two gnolls' clumsy knife skills that could not be recovered with a single blow, and stabbed the throat of the second gnoll.

Unlike goblins, these gnolls wear armor. It is an armor made by tying thick strips of metal side by side with chains, and it is called a slatted armor. Of course, its defense is not as strong as that of a whole armor made of thick metal sheets, but it is unlikely that it will be slashed through with a normal steel knife in a hurry.

Therefore, he can only use the throat and the face door, which cannot be protected by armor, as the target of the attack.

The wind of the knife came from behind, and the leather armor was cut again, this time in two places.

The three gnolls rushed out of the woods on both sides to wrap up, and Pan Long didn't even have time to choose the right direction to dodge, so he could only subconsciously dodge and only dodge a knife.

Chanem, who was guarding in front of Glien, didn't have night vision, but he could clearly hear Pan Long's muffled snort when he was stabbed.

"Damn!" he cried out, "Father, help me with a spell!"

"No, I can't. Glian rejected him, "The owl's eye doesn't last long, and now is not the time. ”

"I can't watch my companions fight alone and remain indifferent!" Chanem was furious.

"Those gnolls alone can't win against him. Glian said calmly, "Prepare the healing potions, wait a moment and help him bandage it briefly." ”

As he spoke, Pan Long cut down two more gnolls, and he was stabbed twice.

His body was already bloody, and although the wounds were not deep, even if it was only a flesh wound, it would still bleed.

Moreover, there are quite a few of his enemies.

The remaining two gnolls aside, the two ogres were slowly approaching.

What's even more terrifying is that Shalofok is also walking slowly.

Panting for breath, he swung his long knife to fend off a gnolloin's attack, and with the word "belt", he brought the machete aside, and with a change of momentum, he brushed it over its neck.

The gnoll let out a gurgling sound in his throat and collapsed.

Pan Long was about to be stabbed again, but he heard the sound of a sharp blade piercing his body behind him, and the screams of the gnolls dying in death.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't find the opportunity until now. Ammon's voice became less brisk, "Their armor is too strong to pierce through the cracks in the armor, and the dagger can't hold them." ”

Pan Long smiled: "You have helped a lot. ”

"And what's next?"

"Then let's go back and take a break. Pan Long said, "Grean's spell should almost be ready......