Darkness brought about a primal fear.
The fear of darkness was imprinted in the hearts of humans since the time when they ate raw meat and drank blood. It was now fermenting in everyone's hearts.
Every mercenary felt a bitter taste in their mouths.
"Damn it! Did Hogg bring his entire Gnoll army? Aren't they only active in the Elven Forest? Why would they cross the river and come to the Western Wilderness?! "The people of this era had night blindness due to the lack of sea products in their diet. Even with the light of the fire, they still looked like they were covered in shadows.
Makarov suddenly laughed dryly: "Oh, think on the bright side. The sheriff of Goldshire in the Elven Forest, Duhan, has been waiting night after night. He's waiting for a hunter who can bring back evidence of Hogg's death. If we can kill Hogg and bring his huge claws to the people of Goldshire, we'll get double the reward. "
"Boss, we're dead for sure …"
Makarov's joke did not boost their morale.
"Have you forgotten who we still have?"
Makarov's reminder suddenly boosted everyone's morale.
That's right! We still have Sir Duke Marcus!
Thinking of Duque's extravagant and unimaginable magic during the day, everyone felt as if they had drunk a glass of strong alcohol, their bodies surging with warmth. They could not help but put part of their attention on the carriage.
At this moment, Duque's expression was not good.
He really did not expect to welcome his first real battle at this time.
And the biggest problem was that the style of these Gnolls had changed. When old Norton first escorted Duque's three apprentices to Stormwind City, Duque had also encountered Gnolls.
At that time, Gnolls were just monsters with strong limbs but short statures. Other than their numbers, they had nothing good about them.
But now, it was completely different. Through the system elf, Duque was able to see the Gnoll's body shape. Duque paid attention to the data given by the system.
"An adult Gnoll is about 1.9 meters tall and weighs about 120 kilograms …"
After the System Elf filled the targets with light, Duque noticed that these humanoid monsters had greenish-grey or dark-green skin and aardwolf-like heads that were three times larger than their brethren.
As for the giant monster that was more than four meters tall, it had the following description.
"Mutated Elite Monster [Hogg], data unknown, detected unusual increase in strength. Danger assessment is … [High Danger]. It is strongly recommended that the host retreat. "
Seeing this, even Duke couldn't help but let out a hiss and suck in a breath of cold air.
What the hell was this?
This was completely against the rules!
Four meters tall? Wasn't this the template of an Ogre?
Speaking of which, Uncle Hogg! Is there a need to jump out of your territory to chase after me?
Before Duque traveled to this world, Hogg was known as the new assassin in World of Warcraft.
In the original version of the game, almost all the new players in Goldshire Town who received the wanted quest [Hogg Must Die] would foolishly run off to kill Hogg.
As a result, the players experienced what an elite monster was for the first time.
One, two, three, four. The newbie players killed by Hogg could line up twice around the Earth's equator.
Of course, this was an exaggeration.
But it was an indisputable fact that the players were taught a lesson by Uncle Hogg.
In the players' mouths, whenever they talked about Hogg, they would add the title of 'Uncle Hogg'. Therefore, Hogg became Uncle Hogg.
When Duque passed through the Elven Forest, he didn't encounter any Gnolls. Perhaps it was because Makarov deliberately chose to be close to the Westspring Fortress guarded by the Stormwind Guards, which made Duque forget about Hogg.
In the end, Hogg didn't act like a tyrant in the Elven Forest. Instead, he crossed the border and chased after him here? This situation made Duque a little confused.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "The huge figure passed through the distant fire that was used as a warning. In the light of the fire, Hogg's terrifying figure seemed even larger and more oppressive.
In the light of the fire, Hogg's dog-like head could be seen, with long yellow teeth and blood-red eyes. Fluffy black and yellow fur covered his body. Originally, Gnolls were used to taking the fur of cattle and other livestock and making simple leather armor.
Of course, they also liked to take all kinds of weapons from attacking humans, so Gnolls often had a variety of weapons and armor.
Hogg was different!
Perhaps it was because his body was too large that he didn't have any weapons or armor.
Or maybe it was because he had just become this huge not too long ago, so Hogg showed Duke and the mercenaries a body without any armor, full of explosive power, and unbelievably thick fur.
"Oh my god! Did he attack a post or Westspring Fortress? "The mercenaries saw several long swords stuck in Hogg's body.
The standard swords of Stormwind City's human guards were like toothpicks on his body.
Perhaps it was because Hogg wanted to show off his strength, or because his mind was a little crazy, but he didn't even pull out the swords that should be causing him some pain.
What he held in his right hand was probably a flagpole, because this flagpole would require an adult human to wrap their arms around it, and there was a small section of Stormwind City's flag on it.
"Awooo —" It sounded a little like a dog's bark, but also a little like a wolf's howl.
Hogg let out a threatening roar, announcing his existence to the entire team.
In just a short while, Hogg's subordinates had already surrounded them from all sides.
At the same time, Makarov and the rest finally heard the heavenly voice from within the carriage.
"Get closer to me, and stay within the range of the blizzard?"
The mercenaries understood what it meant to get closer.
But within the range of the blizzard?
The mercenaries didn't quite understand.
In the next second, when the roaring Gnolls charged forward with all kinds of weapons, and they could even smell their foul breath, the mercenaries understood.
A beautiful voice!
The essence of a voice shouldn't be beautiful.
But right now, the sound of thousands of icicles falling from the sky, the sound that allowed Makarov and the others to escape death, suddenly gave the word 'sound' a 'magnificent' prefix.
The icicles fell on the ground tens of meters wide, and the Gnolls' attack faltered momentarily.
The barbaric tide of monsters still wanted to break through the seemingly weak defensive formation of Makarov and the others, but they were quickly caught in their trap.
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