MTL - Ranger King of Azeroth-Chapter 22 melee ranger

  Chapter 22 Melee Ranger

  Although this move was very reckless, the assault of a group of soldiers into the remote position did cause quite a bit of confusion to the elves.

   "Don't panic! The rangers are divided into two groups. One group stepped forward to entangle and hold down the opponent's fighters. The mage and the remaining rangers provided fire support from a distance."

  At the critical moment, the seasoned Yawen Yuezu acted on his behalf, and issued the order instead of Cirvanas, who was also panicked by the opponent for the first time.

   "Leave Nalorak to me, Charlemagne! It's time to test your melee skills. You and the second lady hold Halaz down! You can completely suppress them as long as you destroy their first burst of energy!"

   "Everyone, please fight hard! For Quel'Thalas!"

  Yawen quickly fired a five-point contingent aiming shot at Nalorak, while making proper arrangements for everyone present.

   "Yes! For Quel'Thalas!"

  Including Cirvanas, after hearing Yawen's order, everyone shouted an encouraging declaration and rushed towards their opponents.

  Charlemagne also quickly drew out the double knives at his waist, and shrugged jokingly at Cirvanas when he took the time.

   "I didn't expect that I would actually be a melee archer one day, and the backup will be handed over to you, Miss Sylvanas!"

   "Shut up! Don't be glib, Halraz is here!"

"Yes Yes…"

  Although Charlemagne said it was easy, he was actually not sure whether he could block Halraz.

   After all, this is also the first time he has fought with soldiers in actual combat, and he is a high-level fighter right from the start...

  Halraz laughed ferociously when he saw that he was blocking only two mid-level and high-level rangers.

   "Haha! I'm so lucky, it happens to be you two rookies, let you be my dinner tonight!"

   As he said that, he slashed at Charlemagne who was rushing forward with a powerful jump.

  Charlemagne is not stupid. Adhering to the style of a ranger, how could he face head-to-head with a powerful fighter? He avoided the opponent's attack by dodging slightly to the right, and took the time to draw the dagger in his left hand towards Halraz's waist.

  Although the brain is prone to heat, how could Halaz, who has more than a thousand years of combat experience, be hit by the rookie Charlemagne's sneak attack.

  Before jumping down, he had already thought about the follow-up countermeasures. At this time, he stretched out his big feet and kicked Charlemagne quickly.

With the troll's leg length and the kick speed covered in anger, he would undoubtedly be kicked before Charlemagne's short knife hit the opponent. In desperation, he had no choice but to give up his attack intention, and stepped on the ground with his right foot quickly. Sweep back.

   Charlemagne, who took two steps back, frowned, watching Halraz's feet utter a poisonous mockery.

   "Troll, how long has it been since you washed your feet? This smell can be considered a biochemical attack. Sure enough, you primitive races who hide in the forest all day don't know what hygiene is?"

  Halraz's originally unhappy mood became even more gloomy after hearing Charlemagne's sarcasm.

  Do the trolls want to live so miserable? After all, it wasn't forced by the high elves, but this young elf dared to poke their sore spots.

   The stimulated Halraz's offensive became more open and closed. Of course, this kind of attack fell into Charlemagne's hands.

  He was really afraid that the opponent would calm down and play tricks. Although the power of this kind of direct attack was increased, it was easier for the agile ranger to dodge.

   "What's the matter, troll? Didn't you eat at noon? Shouldn't you come back after you go back to eat? Although the taste of your fellow trolls may not taste very good, it can replenish energy at least."

While flashing and moving Charlemagne, he continued to tease Halaz with his vicious tongue. These harsh words made Halaz scream in anger, but his attack still couldn't hit Charlemagne, which made him even more angry. restless.

Moreover, Cirvanas' support shots from time to time also interrupted many of his key attacks. A high-level fighter was completely held back by two mid-level rangers. This kind of shame made him almost give himself up. Furious to explode.

  Yawen, who was switching between melee and long-range styles and fighting Nalorak smoothly, twitched the corner of his mouth after seeing the situation here from the corner of his eye.

  'Have you started yet? Charlemagne's broken mouth can still **** people off. '

  Yawen, who often trains Charlemagne with Li Reza, doesn't know when Charlemagne suddenly learned to use his poisonous tongue to attack the opponent's weaknesses in battle.

   But these non-swear words can usually make the other party very angry.

  Yawen, who had many personal experiences, mourned for 0.3 seconds of silence for Halaz in his heart, and then devoted himself to the battle with Nalorak again.

  The fight between these two people is much more tepid. After all, they are old opponents who have fought against each other for more than a thousand years, and they are familiar with the enemy's tactics.

  However, Yawen's proficient melee and long-range style switching made many rangers foolish. This is the first time they have seen Yawen's adjutant who is going all out.

   "Why are you stunned! You still haven't provided remote support to your comrades!"

  Yawen, who had just used a spear to unload the opponent's attack, and escaped and jumped into the air to draw out his bow, saw the dumbfounded look of his rangers and gave them a sharp order.

  Of course he didn't stop shouting, five consecutive arrows shot at Nalorak's head with precision, forcing him to raise the shield in his right hand to cover it.

"Yes Yes!"

  The rangers who were awakened hurriedly drew their bows and began to provide fire support to the comrades in the front row who were fighting with the troll warriors.

   Fortunately, the number of trolls rushing into the formation this time is not large, otherwise many of their comrades will be lost just because they are in a daze for a while.

  As the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, the trolls in the rear also entered the range, and both the headhunter and the sorcerer began to cast their own spells.

   On the side of the high elves, rangers would be pierced by spears from time to time, and the spears with blood slots would quickly bleed them after being inserted into the ranger's body. If the priests in the back row did not treat them in time, their lives might be in danger.

And the people chosen by the sorcerer as targets are even more disgusting. They were inexplicably turned into frogs, and a lot of weird curses suddenly appeared on their bodies, which made this group of rookie rangers who were fighting troll spellcasters for the first time very uncomfortable. adapt.

   After finally getting rid of the dozen or so fighters who were rushing to the formation, the remaining two high-ranking commanders also knew that the situation was over, but it was a pity that it was not so easy for them to leave because they were entangled.

  But the elves are unwilling to fight these two thick-skinned warriors any longer. As soon as Li Reza's reinforcements arrive, these trolls will be surrounded like a turtle in a urn.

  Nalorak and Yawen both began to consciously reduce their shots at this time, preparing to retreat separately.

  But at this time, Halaz and the others suddenly heard an exclamation from the battle circle.

   "Charlemagne!"

  (end of this chapter)