Earl of Destroy Ridge, shallow area of Warcraft Forest
Among the continuous mountain peaks that are gradually covered with green due to the warm weather, a figure stands on a towering tree more than ten meters tall.
There was no protection or insurance, but he seemed to be standing on flat ground. There was no trace of fear or self-consciousness on his face, as he should have when standing at a high place.
"The view is good, but the weather is different." Lake squatted down, took out the monocular telescope, and began to look down at the mountain ravines as far as he could see, commenting on his thoughts.
The snowy weather in the north is definitely a nightmare for any scout or hunter. Not only can nothing be seen under that flawless white, traces and clues disappear, but if you are not careful, you may die from the ice and snow due to low temperature.
But "it" is just like its color, pure and easy to understand.
As long as the temperature rises and the sun shines brightly, even fog is rare.
Unlike the rainforest mountains in the south, heavy rain is mixed with light rain. After the light rain comes fog, and the fog is followed by rain for several days.
Unfortunately, even so, Lake still couldn't find the target. This was the fourth time he climbed up to what he thought was a good viewpoint.
The lush greenery covers the rugged mountains and seems to cover the creatures living in them.
Lake stretched out his legs, sat on a thick branch, and frightened several colorful birds. He was not a professional scout with outstanding skills, nor was he a hunter who had been around for decades and became famous for a while.
The physical fitness of a high-level professional and his past life can allow him to stand day and night without rest and remain conscious.
But concentrating on observing the things he sees for a long time and finding useful things in them is not what he is good at, and Lake will not do this either.
What he needs to do is not to bring back a piece of reliable and true intelligence, but to seriously damage or even kill the target.
What he should do is always putting himself in a state where he can cope with most situations.
"It's more like having a picnic than observing..."
Lake looked at the snowy mountain scenery in the distance and the green mountains below. He drank the water in the water bag and swallowed the dried meat that was sprinkled with a little spice and came out of nowhere. He said without saying a word.
In this way, he couldn't help but think back to the time he had ten or twenty years ago, when he didn't even have breakfast, he hid a piece of bread and hurriedly followed the cavalry and the night out on patrol.
The soldiers back then probably never imagined that reconnaissance and pursuit would one day be such a leisurely job.
Suddenly, a shocking beast roar interrupted Lake's memories. Like a real storm, it swept through the surrounding forest for several kilometers. Many birds were startled. In the calm forest, black shadows were shaking at this moment, and countless animals were flying at high speed. Escape.
"Something finally happened. I thought the four or five hours of hanging trees today would be in vain again." Reike stretched out his wrist and jumped up lightly, like a top-notch circus tightrope performer, weighing eighty or ninety kilograms. He stood firmly on the treetop.
A scroll appeared in his hand, and was immediately wrapped in blue flames and burned.
Lake's usual gray pupils and pale eye whites suddenly turned into eyes dyed with dim light and golden whites.
Third level magic, Eagle Eye Technique
Lake didn't mean to skimp on the information at all. Although he didn't look at the other party, this kind of roaring and coercion was rarely seen even in his short life.
And most of them are from orcs, orc chiefs of the silver rank.
According to the source of the sound, and with the improved vision of the Eagle Eye Technique, he soon discovered the giant thing traveling among the trees on a mountain peak.
He is like a moss-covered walking rock, crushing and flattening everything in his path, whether it is animals, woods, or solid rocks.
Lake dared to say that he was definitely over 13 meters tall. Those aristocratic and wealthy people who wanted to build a three-story club in the West District for fun would not necessarily be taller than I.
"The distance is just over three kilometers, the wind direction...forget it, I'm not an archer. Let's try an arrow first. I really hope the opponent doesn't use long-distance spells."
The ashes of the magic scroll drifted away in the wind, and Lake stretched the string of the hard bow covered with dark green runes to the maximum.
The hard bow, which had a normal range of only two hundred meters, seemed to be different at this moment.
One of the few outstanding collections in Lake's hands, it was a magical weapon made with the blessing of the elves and engraved with the fifth-level spell "Wind Protection".
The green, still eye-catching magic power under the blazing sun is poured into the arrow, and it shoots out with the arrow string!
For the first ten meters, the arrow was extremely ordinary. In the next moment, the magic power collapsed into starlight, like a second-propulsion cannonball. The arrow broke through the sound barrier and was torn apart by the strong wind, heading straight for the target!
In three seconds, one kilometer had been crossed. An invisible breath of war burst out. The arrow completed its second acceleration and was like lightning nailed into the soil a hundred meters away from the Warcraft.
However, even though he was two kilometers away from the arrow, the Demon Ape still seemed to hear the explosion that was floating in the air and should have attenuated to an inaudible sound, and turned towards the Lake, even though he found nothing.
His animal nature still gives him the most correct tips to deal with danger.
The corners of Lake's mouth quirked up.
Holding one lightly between the little finger and the ring finger, the second arrow was quietly stringed, which was different from just relying on the breath of battle to increase the strength.
At this moment, the two arrows in his hands are entirely made of black gold iron, which is famous for its lightness and hardness. The arrows are all black and white.
Astonishingly, it was the demon-breaking arrow that Rex asked SHU Xi to prepare in advance.
His only long-range method that is guaranteed to be effective!
Discovering the direction of danger in advance is undoubtedly a powerful ability, but unfortunately, whether it can be avoided or successfully defended is often another matter.
Two strings rang softly in succession, and before the Moraine Giant Ape had time to react, the arrow had already penetrated his magic shield, which was strong enough to withstand repeated bombardments from city wall artillery, and got close to the beast's pupil, which was as big as a frying pan.
"Roar!" The thunderous roar could be heard clearly even by the Lake three kilometers away.
Of course, before that, he had already seen clearly the Moraine Giant Ape's distorted appearance due to injuries and the way it violently vented its anger to the surroundings.
"Only the left eye was shot, and the other one was in the arm?" Lake muttered, and the fourth arrow was already out of his hand.
The same magic-breaking arrows, the same lightning-fast speed, but the results are completely different.
It should be said that he is worthy of being a predator that has emerged from the world of the weak and the strong. The intense pain did not take away the Warcraft's reason. His animalistic perception of danger helped him make the right choice.
Weird, invisible power formed an incredible wall around him.
It was like being submerged in sticky jam, and even the demon-breaking arrows that easily penetrated the equivalent of sixth-level defensive spells were not spared.
In just a few meters, the arrow was deprived of most of its kinetic energy and speed, and was even unable to break through the solid skin of the Moraine Giant Ape.
This is obviously some kind of powerful magic. As the darling of nature and a natural user of magic, the long-lived Warcraft is definitely the best in the field of magic at the same level.
"Repulsion shield and high-level deceleration field? What a big trouble. There is a high probability that this old guy will live longer than my deceased grandfather..." Lake frowned and thought in distress.
The target he watched kept moving and went away, but he never caught the fifth arrow.
He knew that starting from that arrow, this long-distance sniper attack would not yield any results.