The loot wasn't plentiful.
Søren and the ranger split the loot, and each of them got about 30 Kindler's worth of loot. And this was just the two of them working together. If it were a group of five, they would only get about 10 Kindler's worth of loot. Monsters in the wild didn't gather together, and it would take at least half a day to find a gnoll's gathering place. That was why grade 4 was the limit for adventuring in the wild. No matter how strong the adventurers were, they wouldn't choose to challenge monsters in the wild. Instead, they would go to the Underdark or directly enter the Abyss.
After the battle, Søren got 1200 Slaughter EXP.
There weren't many gnolls in this group that had evolved, and each of them only gave about 200 Slaughter EXP. The ranger in front of him killed half of them, and he killed the other half himself. Because the difficulty of the battle had decreased, Søren's skills didn't improve much. He only got 1 point in Sneak, probably because he had just completed a fatal Backstab. Backstab wasn't a casual stab. It had to be aimed at the heart, and at the same time, it had to be explosive. The moment Backstab was used, it had to be done with all of one's strength.
There was a saying, "Put 70% of your strength into a punch." The main reason was to save 30% of your strength to ensure that you could pull it back. Normally, a slash would use 70% of your strength, but in the explosive state, it would be 120% of your strength. If a normal Warrior's Unity of the Waist and Horse was 100% of their strength, then when using Backstab and [Sword Form: Heavy Hack], Søren would need to use all of his internal organs together to exert 120% of his strength. That was why he would take a deep breath before the explosive state. The other Warriors would also take a deep breath before using Qi Slash. This breath was the source of the explosive state's power. It increased the amount of oxygen inhaled in an instant, and provided the foundation for the explosive state.
High-grade melee professions all had their own unique skills.
These skills weren't in the supernatural realm, but they weren't something normal people could master. It was a bit like training one's Qi internally, and one's muscles, bones, and skin externally. Before the appearance of the Monk profession, most high-grade Warriors didn't learn how to meditate. Instead, they used meditation to train themselves. Of course, it wasn't to train their Qi, but to refine their own potential.
This was because under certain conditions, the reflexes could reach the millisecond level. (extreme relaxation, extreme tranquility, etc.)
One second was equivalent to 1000 milliseconds. After entering a specific state and reaching millisecond reaction time, even high-level melee professions would have no problem dodging bullets. The most representative classes were the Warrior Monk and the Sword Saint. These two classes had their own special training methods. Søren had seen a Sword Saint training before. Their innate ability to dodge attacks was much higher than other classes. A Legendary Sword Saint could even use a straight blade to block a bullet from a high-speed machine gun (Battle of the Golem).
Among the Thieves, there was also an advanced class that could dodge bullets, which was the very rare Shadow Dancer. Their reflexes were simply beyond imagination!
There were actually many such abilities. They belonged to the category of extraordinary abilities, but they were not supernatural abilities. There were some things that ordinary people in the real world could do. For example, suddenly waking up while sleeping. Although the person was still sleeping with their eyes closed, their consciousness was very clear. In this state, their perception of the outside world was strengthened by more than ten times. Some slight sounds could even be heard. High-grade professionals would gradually develop these abilities through extremely difficult and extreme training.
Otherwise, the Ascetics would not be the strongest among the Warrior Monks.
Søren had not reached the point where he needed such extreme training yet. However, the Ranger's Charge just now reminded him of a way to train his extraordinary ability.
Extreme Sprint.
Most Thieves liked to call this ability "Sprint." It was an ability that forced one's potential to burst forward. After training to a certain extent, one could even run on water.
It was a very cool and powerful combat skill.
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The two continued their investigation and followed the tracks along the forest.
The sounds of battle could be heard in the distance. It was the sound of the scouts fighting with the scattered monsters in the wilderness. The Ogres and Lizardmen had not yet entered the border area of Whiterun. The real battle had yet to come. This was actually just an appetizer to let everyone practice their skills. When they encountered the most dangerous creatures in the wilderness later, they would not make mistakes due to unfamiliarity.
Evening.
The army had advanced to the edge of human activity. The scouts and adventurers in the vanguard had also spread out into the dense forest. Battles broke out from time to time. There were also some casualties on this side. One of them died at the hands of the ogres. He was smashed in the waist by a mace (his kidney was ruptured), and he died before the army's priests and apothecaries could treat him.
Søren sat on a rock and ate some dry rations. They had completed their assigned mission ahead of time and had returned to the camp.
"It seems that Whiterun is planning to wipe out all the monsters in one go." The half-elf ranger leaped onto a four-meter-high rock and handed a bag of liquor to Soran. He then said in a deep voice, "It's almost time for the clean-up period that happens once every five years. These nobles are really wishful thinking. I reckon they'll be able to deduct a lot of money from them."
The army would regularly clean up the area around human settlements to prevent the sudden increase in the number of monsters in the wilderness.
These monsters were like weeds that could grow in large numbers every year. Gnolls were born in a litter, and if they had enough food, they could expand into a large pack in two or three years. Although the other intelligent races were not as good, they grew faster than humans regardless of whether it was reproduction or reproduction. The fertility of humans was not as strong as they thought.
Søren waved his hand and said, "I don't drink."
The Ranger didn't mind. He opened the bottle and took a sip. "Someone encountered a troll up ahead. I just heard that three of them died. The army has sent reinforcements."
Troll?
Søren paused for a moment. "The trolls are near the outskirts?"
"Yeah!" Yass frowned and stood up. He took out the arrows and wiped them one by one. True adventurers cherished their equipment very much. He even used one finger to hold an arrow to test if the two wolf fang arrows he used today had broken the balance bar. He was a brilliant longbow archer, and there weren't many people like him among the half-elves.
"This is not a good sign!" He used a boning knife to cut the arrow a little and then carefully put it back into the quiver. "Those things are very annoying. They can't be killed. If we don't prepare in advance, we can't do anything about them."
"I hope we won't encounter a tribe migration this time. Have you heard of the Battle of Grey Hill in Autumnfall?"
Søren gently shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Yass carefully wiped off the blood on the boning knife and said as if he was reminiscing, "It was a battle five years ago. The Hill Giants chased away the Dark Iron Ogre Tribe, and these fellows migrated to Autumnfall. Those small monsters were easier to deal with, but the tribes were much more difficult. "
"A lot of people died at that time. More than half of the half-elven guards were killed."
"Although these human troops were well-equipped, they were not much stronger than the half-elven guards. At that time, a total of five hundred elite longbowmen were almost killed by those ogres. "
He lifted his clothes and revealed a scar on his stomach that looked like a ferocious centipede. He slowly said, "I was lucky not to die, but I was hit by a flying axe here. Half of my intestines were gone."
"Later, I retired. These years I've been wandering outside, and before my ability declined, I wanted to earn more money for my retirement."
The half-elven ranger laughed. It seemed that he was not young anymore.
The ability of melee professions declined very early, unlike wizards who lived longer and became more powerful. If they could not break through the realm of legends, sooner or later they would enter the decline period. Humans began to decline after the age of 40, and it would be good if they could retain half of their abilities after the age of 50. Although they were getting more and more experienced, their physical strength and condition were not as good as before. There were some thresholds that could not be crossed, and they would still be mortals. Mortals would be born, grow old, get sick, and die. Aging was inevitable.
The decline period of half-elves would be delayed a lot. The ranger in front of Yarse had such concerns, so he was probably more than 40 or 50 years old. Although half-elves could live for more than 100 years, they would not be as agile after 50 or 60 years old. Although they still looked young, their strength had begun to decline. At this time, rangers would turn to the study of divine spells. High-level rangers would often use low-level divine spells.
No wonder he had so much experience. He must have been through a lot of battles.
Søren was silent.
Yarse's action was very simple. He wanted to deepen the communication between them. They were both solo adventurers, and in this kind of battle, they needed someone they could trust to protect them. However, Søren did not want to talk about himself, especially to a stranger. He just reached out his hand and slowly said, "The battle will be left to the army. We should be fine as long as we are careful."
Yarse smiled and shook his hand. He then took a sip of liquor and said, "Although you look like a human, I feel that you are actually a half-elf."
"My intuition has always been accurate."
The two did not communicate much, and they did not even trust each other. However, the goodwill they expressed meant that they both needed someone to protect them.
This was enough for them.
With someone protecting them on the battlefield, their chances of survival were undoubtedly much higher.
Woo woo woo!
The sound of a horn came from the army camp, and then a group of fully armed soldiers came back carrying the corpse of a troll. These troublesome things had amazing regenerative abilities. It was very difficult to kill them without using fire and strong acid. Their strength was higher than the ogres, and their Constitution was above 20. Most of them had 25 Constitution. Even if their limbs were cut off, their heads would grow back. It was very difficult to kill them without preparation.
Seeing the troll's corpse, the adventurers' expressions became much more serious.
Trolls had already appeared in the wilderness. How many monsters had migrated out this time? It seemed that opening up a path was not as easy as they thought!
They could only hope that the army could suppress the monsters.
After all, their equipment had reached the standard of dragon-slaying. Søren even saw some heavy war machines.
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