Red Dragon Emperor

dark night.

In the woods of the Whispering Forest, Barton, a high-level jackal ranger, lay on his knees in the grass. He carefully opened the grass in front of him and looked at the forest clearing thirty meters ahead.

In the open space, several silhouettes were vaguely visible, either lying on the branches or leaning against the roots of the trees, and there were also inaudible breathing sounds.

These people are enemies of the Fusai Empire—soldiers from the Red Nest side.

A week ago, Hog Riverpaw, the Imperial General and Commander of the Third Legion, ordered the provocation of the Red Nest, triggering the war.

The Third Legion of the Forsey Empire and the Red Nest Border Guards started a battle using the Whispering Forest as the battlefield. Both sides sent elite soldiers to sneak into the other's territory to carry out sabotage, spy on military intelligence, and at the same time hunt each other.

Jackal Ranger-Barton is an elite soldier of the Fusei Empire.

However, unlike other soldiers who usually operate in small groups, Barton has strong self-control and always acts alone.

Barton sniffed his nose, and the jackal's sensitive nose did not detect any unusual smell. Like the Fusei Empire soldiers, these Red Nest enemies were also smeared with powder to mask the smell.

However, compared to the powerful magic industry of the Fusai Empire, the magic industry of Red Nest is still in its primitive stage. Most monsters use original herbal formulas passed down from generation to generation by the clan.

The medicinal powder produced by the Rednest witch doctor using primitive means could not be concealed from the jackals, but it could not be concealed from the wind wolf who had a keener sense of smell.

It was precisely because of the reminder from Wind Wolf's companion that Barton found this infiltrating enemy team.

Discovering the enemy is only the first step. The second step is to assess the strength of this enemy team.

If the assessment is wrong and an enemy he can't afford to offend is awakened, today next year may very well be the anniversary of his death.

He couldn't help but be careless.

Barton's ears moved, and he distinguished three breathing sounds, one on a branch, one behind a big tree, and one inside a lush shrub. These were the breathing sounds of a sleeping person.

However, only hearing three breathing sounds does not mean that there are only three people on the other side.

He judged that this was an elite hunter team from the Red Nest side, specializing in hunting Fusei Empire soldiers, setting traps in the jungle, and using sharp arrows and poison to assassinate officers and spellcasters.

Spread death and fear.

"According to the standard configuration of the Red Nest, an elite hunter team has five members, one senior captain and four intermediate members. During rest time, one person will be left to keep vigil. The awake person can control the breathing rhythm and also Just a breath away..."

Barton lay in the darkness, his eyes sweeping across the forest clearing ahead. The last missing breath belonged to the leader of the team, an unknown high-level powerhouse.

The stronger a person is, the more powerful they have control over their own body. Even if they fall asleep, they are not easily discovered by people of the same level.

What's more, due to the presence of the night watchman, Barton did not dare to approach the camp, nor did he dare to make any activities to avoid waking up the enemy.

"It would be great if Qingya was here. With its sense of smell, I can easily determine the location of the enemy," Barton thought, and then shook his head.

The wind wolf is an extraordinary beast. It is too big and can easily be discovered by the night watchman if he gets too close. Therefore, he left the wind and waves two hundred meters away. This distance is not easy to be discovered and can provide timely support in case of an emergency.

But when it comes to determining the enemy's location, Wind Wolf's companions can't help much.

Patton was holding a bow and arrow, lying motionless in the grass. He would not act rashly before determining the enemy's location. If he acted rashly in the face of a dangerous opponent, he might not kill the enemy, but lose his own life.

As a high-level ranger who has been fighting on the battlefield for eight years, Barton has a lot of patience.

Time passed little by little, the moon disappeared and the stars sank, and the earth was shrouded in thick darkness.

Dew gradually gathered on the plants around the Jackal. He ignored the dew and lay quietly in the grass.

The ultimate darkness has fallen, this is the darkness before dawn.

In a short while, the first ray of light of the day will appear in the eastern sky, and daylight will come.

During the day, the light improved, and the jackal lying thirty meters away could no longer hide.

Finally, a touch of fish belly white appeared in the eastern sky.

Its daybreak.

Patton's patience finally paid off.

"Ah~," the Red Nest soldier who had been guarding the whole night yawned and stood up from his hiding position.

He is also a jackal, looks relatively thin, and has a pair of daggers stuck on both sides of his waist. He is most likely a jackal thief.

It must be said that this thief was very good. He blended into the shadows during the entire vigil without revealing any flaws. So much so that Barton couldn't find a chance to kill him silently.

But after the vigil ended, he finally relaxed and lost the vigilance a thief should have.

"Everyone! It's almost dawn! It's time to work!"

"It's time to get to work," Barton muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, and the three arrows at hand were placed on the bowstring at the same time.

Except for the captain who has not yet discovered their location, the positions of the remaining members of the Red Nest Hunter team have been determined. Except for the lucky guy sleeping behind the big tree, the other three are all within Barton's shooting range.

As long as these three people are killed at the same time, the opponent will only have one senior captain and one mid-level team member left. With the cooperation of Fenglang's partners, Barton is confident of defeating the enemy.

Silently tightening the bowstring, Barton patiently waited for the opportunity.

Even for high-level rangers, it is a big challenge to shoot three arrows at the same time and ensure that each arrow can kill in one hit.

The opportunity has come!

Almost at the same time, the enemy sleeping in the tree jumped down. He was also a jackal. The enemy hiding in the bush also stood up. He was a relatively rare lizard man.

Barton's heartbeat suddenly slowed down. Only the three people with flaws were visible in his sharp eyes. He aimed at the heads of the three people and released the tight bowstring.

Weng~.

Accompanied by the subtle trembling sound of the bow string, three arrows with cold light flew out. Two arrows passed through the gaps between the grass, and the third arrow cut through a grass, cutting off the upper half of the grass. , shooting at three enemies who relaxed their vigilance.

The jackal thief had his back to Barton and was smiling and greeting his companions who had jumped down from the tree. He felt a stinging pain in the back of his head, and an arrow came out from between his eyebrows, revealing a blood-stained arrow.

With his consciousness blurred, the jackal thief's body went limp.

The jackal who jumped down from the tree was still falling. When he saw the arrows shot from his companion's eyebrows in the air, his mane suddenly exploded. He sensed the fatal crisis, but he was unable to change his position in the air.

The moment the Jackal landed, a second arrow shot through his throat. The blood-stained arrow still had enough power to nail into the trunk of the big tree behind him, and the tail of the arrow trembled violently.

At the same time, the third arrow shot into the lizard man's eyes with a whistling sound. The cold light on the arrow seemed to penetrate the lizard man's eye socket, and he had no time to dodge.

Barton's eyes widened as the plant that was broken by the arrow fell to the ground in front of him.

The moment the arrow was about to hit the lizard man, it was distorted by an invisible force, drew an unnatural arc, and flew away away from the lizard man.

"Protect arrows?!"

"Spellcaster?!"

Barton was shocked, and then he reacted: "No, given how rare spell casters are in the Red Nest, their status is more noble than spell casters in the Forsey Empire, so it is impossible to appear here."

"Besides, the lizard man in front of me carries double blades on his back, has oil paint on his face, and has strong muscles. He doesn't look like a spell caster at first glance."

"The only explanation is that he has an enchanted item on his body!"

While thinking, the high-level Jackal Ranger suddenly jumped up from the grass, drew his bow and shot an arrow again. This time, the arrows were covered with a faint layer of energy. The arrows covered with energy were faster than ordinary arrows. Came out.

Ranger Combat Technique—Deadly Shot!

The fatal shot is not only faster, but also has the function of breaking magic. Moreover, Barton has a professional level advantage and will definitely be able to break through the lizard man's magic.

Listening to the howling of wolves behind him, Barton stared at the lizard man. As long as he killed the lizard man before the enemy reacted, the situation would still be two against two.

However, after the first round of sneak attacks, the enemy had already reacted.

The lizard man rolled on the spot, with some grass stained on his body. He looked very embarrassed, but he narrowly avoided the arrows and survived.

Patton's heart sank. The enemy would not give him a third chance to attack.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the side and above. Barton turned his head to dodge, and a dagger flew past his head, and the dagger blade sank into the soil.

Following the direction from which the dagger was shot, he saw the leader of the Red Nest hunting team who had never been discovered. He was a thin orc.

There is a long sword fixed on the left side of the orc's belt, and a dagger tied on the other side. He is holding a rope in his hand, with a grappling hook tied to one end of the rope. He is resting among the dense leaves on the treetops and is swinging at this time. The grappling hook heads for the surface.

In the hands of the orcs, the rope with the grappling hook was like a poisonous snake that had come alive, wrapping around the branches, and swinging like an ape grabbing the vines.

The orc pulled out the long sword from his waist in mid-air. The long sword flashed with cold light. It was obviously not a piece of junk made by the inferior kobold blacksmith of Red Nest, but a real weapon.

The orc stared at the gnoll ranger indifferently, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He wished he could tear the gnoll who killed two of his team members into pieces.

It all happened in a split second.

The high-level Jackal Ranger - Barton quickly threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, pulled out the two blades on both sides of his waist, and assumed the starting stance of the Fuse Empire Ranger military swordsmanship.

The two blades in his hand are long and short. The long blade is pointed at the enemy for the purpose of attacking the enemy. The short blade is held in front of the body for self-defense.

"Come on! Red Nest bastard!" When things got to this point, Barton simply stopped giving in and stared calmly at the swinging orc, calculating the trajectory of the orc's swing, while holding the blade in his hand tightly.

But the orc shook his claw hook in mid-air, and the claw hook fell off the branch, and he grabbed it from the air towards the alert Gnoll Ranger.

Barton rolled on the spot to avoid the attack of the claw hook. The claw hook landed on the grass where he was and suddenly retracted, bringing up a large piece of soil.

Taking advantage of the gnoll's evasion, the orc landed firmly on the ground, seven meters away from the gnoll. With a long sword in one hand and a claw hook in the other, he stared at the gnoll coldly and was not in a hurry to attack.

He has two mid-level companions, while the Jackal only has one mid-level wind wolf. Victory is on his side, and it is safer to wait for his companions to arrive.

Even though the wind wolf was very fast, the distance was still too far, and the orc's two companions arrived first.

A gnoll ranger and a lizardman warrior stood beside the orcs on the left and right.

"Kill him! Revenge our dead comrades!"

Without any hesitation, the orc raised his sword and slashed forward, and the enemy's mid-level gnoll rangers and lizardman warriors also rushed forward.

Barton did not retreat but advanced. The long sword in his hand stabbed the orc's throat. The long sword was pushed away by the high-level orc.

Facing the lizard man's slash, Barton twisted his body to avoid the slashed blade, and at the same time used his short blade to block the blade thrust from the hostile Gnoll Ranger.

The orc took a step forward and kicked the jackal hard on the chest. If he was kicked hard by this roaring kick, several sternum bones would be broken.

At this time, the Jackal Ranger had just held the blade of his enemy colleague, just when his old strength was not exhausted and new strength was not yet born.

A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the emaciated orc, as if he had already seen the scene where the jackal's sternum was broken, he fell upside down and vomited blood, and he knelt down to beg for mercy.

"When the time comes, I will humiliate him severely, reject his plea for mercy, and take his head back in exchange for military merit. The head of an enemy high-level ranger is very valuable."

"Well..., before he dies, he can be tortured." As a former pirate, he has many ways to make the enemy speak.

However, facing the orc's powerful and heavy kick, Barton did not panic.

As a high-level ranger who has been on the battlefield for eight years and created a demon hunter, he also has real qualities, and he is also from a noble family.

There was a wolf fang pendant on the Jackal's neck, covered by his clothes. The wolf fang pendant was engraved with complex magic runes, and the cyan magic runes flashed.

Tigers protect you!

The power of ancient shamanic magic was poured into the body of the Jackal Ranger and distributed to his limbs, making his limbs light and his whole body suddenly became much more flexible.

With his toes slightly on the ground, the Jackal Ranger quickly retreated, his body incredibly agile.

The orc's powerful kick seemed to hit, but in fact it only stuck to the surface of the Gnoll Ranger's body and did not hit.

He vigorously kicked the ball in the air and pulled the egg away. The orc looked aggrieved.

The lizardmen and gnolls wanted to pursue them, but they were unable to do so because the high-level ranger's animal companion, the wind wolf, also arrived.

Surrounded by a cyan magical wind, the wind wolf was like an afterimage, its sharp claws wrapped with magical energy, and it rushed towards the hostile gnoll.

The mid-level gnoll ranger had to defend himself, holding his two swords across his chest.

The wind wolf's claws hit the blade hard, and the huge force caused the blade to bend and hit the jackal's chest, making him feel suffocated.

The mid-level Jackal Ranger grunted and retreated continuously, facing dangers from the Wind Wolf's attack.