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Clang!
Søren jumped down from the five-meter tall rock and slashed at the gnoll warrior's head.
The gnoll blocked the scimitar with its weapon, but was forced to take two steps back from the impact. It lost its balance and lost its balance. Søren didn't care about the numbness in his legs. He lunged forward and slashed at the gnoll's chest. Blood splattered out and landed on his face. The smell of blood stimulated Soran's thirst for battle. He kicked the Gnoll in the ass, and the Gnoll's whole body twitched.
He slid down and stabbed forward.
Søren stabbed his scimitar into the gnoll's chest and kicked it down the cliff.
The gnoll's tenacious life force was still struggling in mid-air. It fell to the ground with a thud and died. Søren sheathed his scimitar. He glanced at the gnolls that were getting closer and closer. He grabbed onto a rock and prepared to escape.
Clang!
The sound of wind breaking could be heard behind him.
One of the gnolls saw that it couldn't catch up to Søren and threw its weapon at him. It almost hit him in the head.
Gnolls couldn't use long-range weapons with their claws, so apart from a small number of advanced scouts, most of them used close-range weapons. Søren judged the direction and rolled down the cliff. When three to five gnolls reached the top, he was already halfway up the mountain.
Swoosh!
He calmly reloaded his crossbow and hit another gnoll in the eye. However, the other gnoll only hit its arm.
The gnoll howled and pulled the crossbow out.
Søren wasn't in a hurry to win. He was taking advantage of the gnolls because they weren't as agile as he was and they didn't have his 20 points of Vitality. The Gnolls that had been chasing after them all the way to the top of the mountain were already panting heavily. Although they looked furious, there was nothing they could do to Søren. This was because the despicable human in front of them didn't even fight them head-on. He only used the distance and the terrain to shoot at them with his crossbow.
Fly a kite.
Heavy Armor Warriors hated this way of fighting the most.
Because the movement speed of the heavy armor was not fast, it was very easy for the enemy to kill him with long-range weapons.
If you chase him, he will run. If you run, he will chase after you.
Søren maintained a distance of at least fifteen meters between the two of them. Even if they split up and surrounded him, there was still enough space for him to move around on the bare mountaintop.
Gnolls were humanoid creatures. They did not have the jumping ability of werewolves, but their strength and speed were higher than that of ordinary people.
Søren didn't care about him at all.
He quickly reloaded his crossbow and fired at the other three Jackalans who were running over aggressively.
A blood-curdling scream rang out.
One of the Gnolls was hit in the chest, and the other two Gnolls were enraged. They didn't care about the terrain, and directly charged at Søren. They even wanted to hug him and roll down the cliff.
In an instant.
Søren lowered his waist and dodged the Gnolls by a hair's breadth. The Gnolls that were charging at him screamed and fell down the cliff.
The two or three Gnolls gradually approached.
Søren put away his crossbow expressionlessly, then pulled out his scimitar and rushed in the direction of one of the Gnolls. Faced with the Bone Crusher Mace, he twisted his body and dodged it. The sharp shards of the Bone Crusher Mace scratched his back, leaving a bloody gash. But he also dodged the attack at the same time. He twisted his scimitar and cut a wound under the Gnoll's arm.
Bang!
The mace hit a rock, and debris flew everywhere. Søren kicked up the dust with his foot, then dove down and chopped at the Gnoll's waist.
The Gnoll's skull was very hard. It couldn't be pierced without a crossbow, and the scimitar couldn't be used to suppress the Gnoll's strength.
Blood and intestines spilled all over the ground.
The Gnoll that was enraged didn't care about the wound on its waist. It opened its mouth and bit at Søren's neck.
Bang!
Søren held his scimitar with both hands and twisted it. When the Gnoll's bloody mouth was getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth and let out a roar, then rammed into the Gnoll's head.
Several teeth flew out, and Søren rammed his head into the Gnoll's head. While he was a little dizzy from the impact, the Gnoll's face was also covered in blood. Søren's extraordinary Physique was on full display. He was only dizzy for less than a second before he recovered. He pulled out his scimitar and chopped off a Gnoll's head. Blood dripped down from his forehead. The Gnoll's teeth had scratched his forehead, and the wound was about an inch long.
It was simple and brutal.
Technique wasn't about how many tricks you could play. It was about how you used the most direct and effective way to fight in a moment of life and death.
Blood dripped down from the corner of his eyes. The Gnoll's blood had splashed into his eye sockets. Søren's eyes were red. He wiped his eyes with his hand, then took a deep breath and held his scimitar. He stood still and waited.
There weren't many Gnolls left!
He had just killed seven or eight, and the enraged Gnoll Leader was already charging at him.
As long as he could kill it, the Gnolls would quickly crumble.
The continuous battles had already consumed a lot of his stamina. There was no point in continuing to run. He still had five Shadow Strikes that he hadn't used yet. They were spells that ignored physical defense, and they were more than enough for him to kill the Gnoll Leader in a short amount of time. Søren's figure was a little hazy in the shadows. When the enraged Gnoll Leader appeared, he pounced at it like a cheetah.
Clang!
The Gnoll Leader blocked Søren's scimitar with its mace, but the invisible energy corroded its arm, and its flesh was stained with a dark gray color.
— Shadow Strikes.
As long as it came into contact with the target, it would deal energy damage that ignored physical defense. 6 points of Shadow Strike damage wasn't enough to kill, but it was enough to change the enemy's attack rhythm. Søren slashed down with his scimitar. As he attacked, he also activated the Shadow Energy within his body. This was a spell-like ability that could fuse with the Shadow Energy. It could even transform a Thief into a half-Shadow supernatural being.
Clang!
The Gnoll Leader blocked Søren's attack again, but its body couldn't help but tremble.
The Shadow Energy continued to corrode the target, and 12 points of Shadow Strike damage was equivalent to a cut. It finally noticed the strange energy in Søren's attack, and retreated when Søren swung his scimitar at it again. The condensed Shadow Energy dissipated, and Søren could only use Shadow Strikes twice. The Shadow Energy didn't take long to gather, and if it didn't reach the target, it would quickly dissipate. The Gnolls nearby were already charging at him. Søren could even hear the howls of the Gnolls behind him.
— Sword Form [Heavy Slash]!
Søren's muscles tightened, and he focused all his strength into a single line. In an instant, he jumped and slashed. The Gnoll Leader's wrist was cut off, and then he twisted his body and swung his scimitar horizontally at its head. Blood spurted out like a fountain, and the Gnoll Leader's head was directly cut off. The headless corpse raised its mace and wobbled for a moment before falling to the ground with a thump.
Roar!
Søren picked up the Gnoll Leader's head with one hand and let out a deafening roar at the approaching Gnolls.
The wild roar echoed throughout the mountaintop.
The Gnolls nearby froze, and then they bared their fangs and howled. Their eyes were still fierce, but there was a hint of fear in them.
Søren used all his strength to let out another roar, and then he raised the Gnoll Leader's head high up in the air.
He looked around fiercely, and once again tightened his grip on his scimitar.
Woo woo woo!
Like a frightened wolf, the Gnolls' howls suddenly became much quieter. They looked at the few Gnolls nearby, and finally felt fear. They turned around and fled into the forest.
They were scared!
Søren looked at the Gnolls who had lost their morale and ran away. He casually threw away the Gnoll Leader's head, then sat down on the ground and laughed a little nervously. Although the battle had only lasted for about ten minutes, the high intensity of the battle had already made his hands tremble. If the Gnolls' morale hadn't collapsed, he would have had to use his ultimate move.
Injury for injury.
The Drow instructor in the Underdark told him that unless he was prepared to die, it was best not to use it.
It was a combat skill that Drow Assassins would only use when they were on a mission where they had to die.
As if remembering his experience in the Underdark, Søren's face once again laughed nervously, then he patted the dust off his face and stood up. He was one of the top violent Thieves in the Underdark. Many people thought that he should be a Blademaster or a Berserker, instead of a Lurker. But only he knew that in those extremely dangerous places, whether it was the Underdark or the Abyss, where demons were everywhere, a Warrior could never live as freely as a Rogue.
A row of data appeared:
"The battle is over."
"After a difficult battle, your skills have improved! You have successfully used Taunt on the Gnolls! You have successfully used Intimidate on the Gnolls! "
"Intimidate + 10, Taunt + 5, Evasion (Roll) + 2, Evasion (Shift) + 1, Parry + 1, Survival + 2."
"You have mastered the combat skill – Sword Form [Heavy Hack]."
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