One, two, three …
The gnolls that had gone out to hunt returned to the camp. The strong leader with a scar on his face found the bodies outside and roared angrily. It had fought with adventurers before, and its intelligence as a humanoid creature made it realize that adventurers had attacked their camp. These adventurers had mercilessly slaughtered the descendants of their tribe, just as they had mercilessly eaten the poor humans. There were only a few enemies, and they ran away as soon as they noticed their return.
Twelve gnolls gradually gathered.
This was a medium-sized gnoll group. More than half of them were adult gnolls, a third of them were warriors, and a small number of them were newborns. With their talents, they had tamed three aardwolves, which could be used as helpers when they hunted, and they could also be used as food reserves when they ran out of food. For gnolls, hunger could overwhelm everything. Even the weakest of their kind could be turned into food when they needed it.
They were born warriors and scouts, and they could follow the smell of blood.
The leader of the gnolls came to the dead body of the female wolf. There was not much difference between males and females in the group, only a difference in size. Male gnolls were usually stronger, and female gnolls would only show some obvious characteristics when they were breastfeeding. It leaned over and sniffed the she-wolf's fangs, which were stained with Sauron's blood. Then it lifted the she-wolf, which weighed two to three hundred pounds, with one hand and let all the gnolls smell it.
They could remember the smell of blood for half a day, and they could follow the smell of blood within a one-kilometer radius.
Revenge!
This was the instinct of humanoid creatures.
Just like how humans would take revenge for their companions who had been eaten, they would also take revenge for their dead pups.
The howls of the wolves rose and fell one after another.
The gnolls began to follow the smell of blood. They were not the strongest creatures in the wilderness, but they were definitely the most vicious and annoying ones. The instincts of wolves allowed them to form packs and obey the orders of their own kind. Their innate bestial instincts allowed them to hunt and kill their prey. Adult gnolls had a Monster Level of 3, and as long as they succeeded in evolving, they would be close to Grade 2 warriors. When they moved in packs, they would even hunt more dangerous creatures when they were hungry.
The only thing that determined the size of a gnoll group was food. As long as there was enough food, a female wolf could give birth to more than ten pups in a year.
If there was a shortage of food, only the leader had the right to mate.
In order to ensure that the strongest offspring would be born, the other Jackalan members would not be able to give birth to offspring, and they would have to raise them together.
This was very similar to many wolf packs!
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In the dense forest.
Søren's figure was moving quickly. In the wilderness, only Rangers could easily shake off Gnolls. They had the ability to track the scent of blood, so it was only a matter of time before they discovered Søren's tracks. These were just Gnolls in the material plane. In the outer plane, there were even Gnolls called 'bloodthirsters'. They could track the smell of blood within a range of ten kilometers. These creatures were dangerous predators and assassins. Their diet included low-level dragons.
A group of Jackalans rushed into the forest and followed the scent of blood.
Søren needed more favorable terrain.
He could face more than ten Kobolds at once, but he could not face more than ten Gnolls at the same time.
His stamina was gradually depleted as he ran.
Søren's 20 points of Constitution ensured his stamina. On the contrary, the Gnolls began to slow down after chasing for one or two kilometers. The dense forest greatly affected one's speed. Even Gnolls could not sprint at high speeds. Søren was also affected, but he had the excellent jumping ability and reflexes brought by his Dexterity. His sense of balance, which was beyond the limits of a normal person, allowed him to avoid most obstacles. When there was a bush in front of him, he could even jump up and use the tree branches as leverage.
It was as if one had been buffed with Lighten, while the other had to run on the ground.
The terrain in front of him gradually widened, and a mountain peak appeared in front of him. It was a ninety-degree cliff, and there were some three-foot-wide faults. Søren suddenly jumped up and grabbed the rock with both hands to climb up. Just like a climbing madman who challenged the limits of human beings in his previous life, Soran climbed all the way up the cliff with an unusually agile speed, and then stood about 20 meters above the ground. The area where he could move around was very small. He could climb all the way to the top of the mountain from the side. The mountain peak was not very high, and there were only bare rocks on top.
Søren applied some ointment to the wound on his shoulder, and then began to reload his crossbow. He put the bolts one by one into the small pouch on his waist, where he originally stored throwing knives.
The best way to deal with Jackalans was to avoid open terrain and be surrounded by them.
If a group of Jackalans surrounded him, even a high-grade Warrior would have to take a few hits, let alone a Tier 2 Thief.
Traps were only useful in specific areas. Adventurers rarely spent too much time setting up traps in the wilderness. Rogues were more like Warriors who relied on their Dexterity to fight in the wilderness.
This was why there was an advanced branch of the Rogue Blade Master class, which was a very powerful AoE class.
The bushes in the distance shook, and then a group of strong Jackalans came out. The leader was a Jackalan with a scar on his face. The scar extended from his forehead to the side of his face. If it had been a little more slanted, his eyes would have been destroyed.
"They're finally here."
Søren hung the crossbow on his waist, and then took out a bloody wolf's head from his multi-dimensional pouch. It was the head of a Jackalan cub. He put it in his pocket before he left.
"Awoo! Awoo! Awoo! "
The howls of the Jackalans rose and fell one after another. The Jackalans' eyes were bloodshot. They howled and pounced on him, wanting to climb up the wall and tear him to pieces. (Taunt successful!)
"Swoosh!"
A crossbow bolt flew out, and the Gnoll at the front staggered, rolling and hitting the cliff.
Søren calmly reloaded the crossbow, and then hid behind a rock. He then aimed at the Jackalans again, and shot an arrow at its head.
It hit the skull, and the arrow directly nailed into it.
A row of data appeared:
"Killed Jackalan Warrior! … "
"Dealt 36 Lethal Damage! Target killed … Received 320 Slaughter EXP. "
It had a range of 20 meters.
The base damage of the crossbow could reach up to 20, and if it hit a vital point, it would instantly kill the target.
The Jackalans were fast climbers, but it wasn't easy to climb the 90 degree cliff. Before the Jackalans could reach him, Søren had already finished reloading the crossbow, and shot an arrow from above. The Jackalans that were climbing had no room to dodge. One of them was shot in the neck and fell down, dying in an instant. Another one was shot in the forehead, and died on the spot.
"Awoo!"
The Jackalans' leader howled, and the other Jackalans finally realized that the terrain was very unfavorable for them. Some of them hid in the blind spots of Søren's shooting range, while the others flanked Søren from both sides. They climbed up the side of the cliff, preparing to ambush Søren from both sides and from above.
"Damn it. Their reactions are fast. "Søren put away the crossbow.
He threw the head of the Jackalan Pup down, and then climbed up the cliff. Although the Jackalans weren't very intelligent, they wouldn't just stand there and wait for him to kill them one by one. If the Jackalans attacked him, Søren could kill five or six of them first, but if they surrounded him from the side, he had no choice but to change his position.
Søren was able to jump up to the second floor, and his jumping ability was even better than the Elves. He jumped up and grabbed onto a rock, then did a 360 degree flip and landed on the top of the cliff. He quickly picked up the crossbow, reloaded it, and shot at the Jackalans that were climbing up the cliff. The Jackalans were alert enough to dodge, and the crossbow hit a rock.
Clang!
Søren wasn't surprised. He pulled out his scimitar, looked at the Jackalans that were surrounding him, and rushed towards the closest one.
The terrain here was good.
If the Jackalans were grouped together, he could slowly kill them. If they were scattered, he could kill them alone. At least he didn't have to face three or five of them at once. It was a pity that he didn't have the Forest Walk ability, or he would be able to kill them in the forest. The Elven Ranger's favorite thing to do was to jump from tree to tree and kill enemies with their longbows.
A Jackalan gave him nearly 300 Slaughter EXP, and he would be able to take out half of them.
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