Half-elf Ranger

Seeing that the elven swordsman had succeeded in beheading the evil spellcaster, Thorne immediately rushed over, intending to go with him to the depths of the valley where the paladin Ava and the leader of the people of black blood fought.

Suddenly, he smelled a pungent stench, like some sort of rotten abscess.

Thorne glanced subconsciously at the enemy on the ground, which had been burned to ashes by the emerald-green flames, and realized that he was not emitting it.

Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the abnormality of the elven swordsman Lance.

I saw his teeth clenched, beads of sweat dripped down from time to time on his pale face, and his whole body was shaking slightly, as if he was trying his best to endure some kind of pain.

Thorne followed Lance's gaze down his body and saw a startling scene.

At this moment, the exposed skin of the elf swordsman's arm was bulging with abscesses at a very fast speed. The wound began to fester, the pus dripped down his wrist little by little, and the rune sword in his hand was almost unable to hold.

Epidemic!

Thorne instantly determined what spell was in the opponent.

If this vile plague-like spell fails the Fortitude save, the sickening abscesses will gradually spread to all parts of his body until death.

Although the other party is trying to suppress this kind of damage, the speed of the spread of the disease has slowed down a lot, but if there is no magical treatment and purification, it is only a matter of time before being killed by the effect of the disease.

After all, his race is an elves, and his physical attributes are not even as good as humans.

This is also a spell cast by a spellcaster with a level three strength, and it is the best result that the opponent does not die on the spot.

Thorne didn't ask nonsense like 'Is there anything?', and put it into action directly.

Quickly took out a bottle of holy water and healing potion, then tore his sleeves and poured it evenly over his red, swollen, festering arms.

"Zizzizi..."

The moment the holy water mixed with the healing potion touched the elf swordsman's arm, the red, swollen and festering wound absorbed it like a sponge, and it made a sound like strong acid corrosion.

The elf swordsman couldn't help crying out in pain, the rune sword slipped from his hand due to a strong pain, his left hand forcibly pressed his right arm, and his expression became a little twisted and grim.

Fortunately, this guy is quite knowledgeable and understands that these two things can save his life, otherwise he can only choose to cut his arm to protect himself.

As the two bottles of the potion exuding the breath of life were completely absorbed, it quickly exerted its due effect.

The spread of the disease has stopped, and the red and swollen parts of the arms are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Thorne didn't relax, though.

Because the parts that had been completely festered had not recovered, and he even felt a faint evil aura, that is to say, the holy water and the healing potion were only temporarily suppressed.

He understands that this is only a cure for the symptoms but not the root cause. To truly heal the wound on his arm, he must rely on the priest's healing magic and purification ability.

"It's fine for now, but even if it's cured, the scars will remain. Congratulations, you have a new collection, which is something to celebrate." Thorne, who thought of this, smiled and joked at the Elf Swordsman road.

"..."

Lance, who was suffering from pain, had no time to pay attention to Thorne's ridicule, but his worries were swept away by the other party's words.

Seeing this, Thorne gestured to the other party to relax a little, and then with a thought, he contacted his animal companion through a spiritual connection.

The Fulongmon who received the news appeared silently from the shadows under the eaves.

It let out a low roar, brushing its own sense of existence, and at the same time responding to the master's call, and then came over.

In the past three years, the body of the Fulong beast has grown significantly, and it is close to the size of an adult orc. Under the scorching sun, the body wrapped in dark black scales glows with a faint green light.

The ferocious and arrogant Fulong beast, with every step, strong muscles flow back and forth on its body like a wave.

This represents its powerful strength. The sub-dragon-like dragon beast with dragon blood has reached 21 points in its strength attribute. The power of claws and bites can even tear light armor, and the sprint burst speed is comparable to that of a cheetah.

And it also has a decent ability to fly and breathe, almost close to the perfect animal companion.

Thorne reached out and stroked the head of the dragon beast. Even though the weather was hot at this time, its scales still gave people a cold touch.

Fulong Beast squinted his eyes lightly, and rubbed his head against Thorne's trouser legs.

Although its movements seem to be coquettish to its master, those who don't know it will only be attracted by its terrifying appearance, making it impossible to perceive its scarlet eyes without a trace of fierce color.

Thorne looked at the well-behaved dragon beast, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After three years of getting along, this animal companion who once liked to dismiss it but had to obey orders has long since been taken care of by him.

Whenever he goes out hunting, Fulong beast is always hidden by him and supports him at any time.

He simply explained a few words to his animal companion, and let him take the elf swordsman to the battlefield in the rear to find the priest of the silver dragon guard. He did not dare to waste time, and immediately walked to the depths of the valley behind the village.

Because Taring has already searched for the battle field between the paladin General Ava and the hunter whose strength has reached the Way of Paragon.

And from the faint sound of swords and collisions in the distance, Thorne judged that the battle on the Silver Dragon Guards side is likely to have entered the final stage.

Seeing his master leave, Fulong Beast looked up at the elf swordsman, and let out a low growl of dissatisfaction with him, then walked arrogantly, swaggered around him, and came behind him.

I saw it flapping the wings on its back that were extremely disproportionate to its body, and jumped. In Lance's exclamation, the Fulong beast opened its **** mouth and held his collar in its lower jaw, as if it was holding a prey. , flew in the direction of the priest.

Thorne left the back door of the village and came to a valley composed of bushes and rugged rocks. Through the traces left on a path on the ground, he could judge the various in and out traces.

This also means that there are definitely secret bases for hunters hidden near the cliffs of the valley, such as the temple of Mara, the **** of hunting.

At this time, without the secret protection and companionship of animal companions, in order to prevent sneak attacks like the vampires before, Thorne walked at a slow pace, and he was extra careful with every step he took.

Although most of the Mara hunter's fighting power has been defeated by the silver dragon guards, almost all dead and wounded, it does not mean that there are no other hunters ambushing on the road leading to the hunting temple.

After all, these hunters who represent the twisted side of nature and the chaotic evil camp mean that they will not be surprised if they do unimaginable things.

The hunter tribe in the Great Sword Mark Mountains was almost cleaned up by him alone. During this period, he really saw the chaotic scene where he was fighting with the hunters, and the hunters were still killing each other, which made him laugh or cry. There are simply not too many scenes.

Therefore, he did not dare to guarantee that he could reach the hunting temple in the depths of the valley unimpeded like the paladin Ava.

After a while, Thorne heard a faint sound behind him, the indiscernible movement more like the sound of beast claws scratching on the leaves in the forest.

Thorne, who was walking silently, was unmoved. He seemed to be walking as usual, but his body shrouded in the cloak tightened his muscles.

He also tried to pretend he didn't hear any noises, in order to lure the opponent into an unsuspecting surprise attack.

Thorne held the hilt firmly, his heart beating wildly.

As the footsteps got closer, he could even clearly hear the slightly cramped heavy breathing.

Immediately afterwards, a shadowy figure sprang from the thick bushes, leaped to its feet, and struck Thorne's back with a deadly attack without warning.

"Pfft!"

With the sound of a sharp blade unsheathed, the sharp sword passed through Sombra's chest, and his sharp claws were only less than five centimeters away from Thorne's frost-covered face.

The werewolf glanced at the ranger in front of him reluctantly, his body softened, and with a 'thump' he fell on his back into the bushes, without life.

Thorne tipped his sword and continued to walk deep into the valley.

Just after walking a few steps, he heard a crow chirping like a mantra, and he looked vigilantly in the direction of the source of the sound.

What caught my eye was a dead tree with a crooked neck growing on a hillside. On the bare trunk stood a group of ravens the size of a human head. It was hard to imagine that this dead crooked tree could bear so many ravens.

Just as Thorne cast his gaze, the ravens seemed to have spotted him.

Of course, it can also be said that they have long been eyeing him.

The ravens all fluttered their wings, forming a dark cloud that covered the sky and the sun, and in the piercing spell, they all flew towards Thorne.

- "Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Facing the dark crowd of ravens, Thorne didn't panic at all, and calmly condensed a large fireball of the basin in the palm of his hand.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the chaotic raven mantras were covered by the sound of explosions, and the scorching air waves quickly spread in the crows, and a huge transparent hole was blown out in the crows that blocked the scorching sun.

The raven at the center of the explosion was like a dumpling, with flames ignited on its feathers, swooshing into the dense bushes, emitting acrid smoke.

I have to say that Thorne's fireball worked very well. Except for those who were killed on the spot, most of the ravens disappeared into the depths of the valley.

In the end, there were only a dozen ravens left, still daring to pounce on him.

These ravens hovered a few hundred meters above Thorne's head, strangely turning into a personal monster.

These monsters have two feet, dark skin, bird heads, no feathers or wings, and two strong arms with hooked claws.

This is the evil arakkoa among the lycanthropes.

Looking at the dark humanoid monsters, Thorne instantly recognized their identities.

To his surprise, this kind of arakkoa, the most cautious and secretive among the lycanthropes, would actually join forces with the followers of the hunter, which he never expected.

The more than a dozen arakkoa who had completed their transformation swooped to the ground with the help of the force of falling to the ground, and charged at Thorne condescendingly.

Their chanting turned into a shrill scream that pierced the eardrums.

As the arakkoa approached, the calm Thorne slowly drew another sharp sword.

In the blink of an eye, the Raven Man was already in front of him.

They had already adjusted into a double-team formation against Thorne in mid-air, waving their claws and muttering creepy curses, trying to disrupt his position.

In the face of these arakkoa who are only second-tier at most, Thorne just stood there, motionless.

Soon, the arakkoa who were not capable of their own ability rushed towards him, but all of them were slashed by the two sharp swords wrapped in flames in his hands, and the **** chest was charred black, causing the arakkoa to be the mortal enemy on the spot.

In the end, the two surviving arakkoa stared at each other in surprise, then let out a shrill quack cry, and re-transformed into a raven the size of a human head and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing the two arakkoa escape, Thorne did not choose to chase in order to prevent accidents, but continued to remain vigilant and walked towards the depths of the valley.

Fortunately, in the next journey, he arrived at the place where the fourth-order hunter and the paladin Avar were fighting without any risk.

Thorne did not rush to help, but hid in the shadow of the rock and temporarily observed the battle.

At this time, in an open space on the cliff, General Ava was being attacked by a wild boar and a big cat with only a skeleton.

Judging from the shape of the skeleton, Thorne judged that the other party should have been a fierce lion before his death.

On the white skeleton of this undead violent lion, in addition to the scarlet ghostly fire flashing in its eye sockets, it was also enveloped in a negative energy aura that even sunlight could not penetrate.

It's hard to imagine how a skeleton roars.

Thorne understands, however, that now is not the time to explore this illogical question.

Soon, he discovered the fourth-order hunter who was far away from the paladin.

This is a skinny old man in animal fur armor. From the negative energy aura surrounding him, it can be seen that the other party's profession is a fallen druid, known as: a blighter who destroys nature.

The battle seems to have just begun, but in Thorne's view, the situation at hand is clearly very unfavorable for the paladin.

At this moment, he was stalked by a wild boar and an undead violent lion with a strength of Tier 3, making it impossible for him to get close to the withered one.

Whenever he was about to charge up to kill these two annoying flies, the Blighter standing in the distance would cast so many restraining spells that he had to back away.

That is to say, the fourth-order paladin seems to be in a critical situation. As time goes by, if he has no trump cards, it is very likely that he will be dragged to death here by the opponent.

Unless before he dies, he can wait for the support of priests and paladins in the Silver Dragon Guard.

Thorne, who understands the situation, understands that this is definitely not the time to hide here and watch the fun.

The battle ahead would not have been so smooth without the paladins to help them hold back the fourth-order blighter.

So he no longer hesitated, the sharp sword in his hand was put into the scabbard, and a composite longbow and two demon-breaking arrows appeared in his hand.

Thorne took advantage of the paladin's battle with the boar and the dire lion, and the blighter preparing his spells, and shot his arrows with a bow.

"collapse!"

With the echo of the bowstring, a sharp arrow that glowed silver in the sunlight ripped through the air, targeting the Blighter who cast the spell.

The moment the sharp arrow shot out, the blighter who cast the spell sensed the danger.

However, he didn't dodge the first time, but took the lead to put away the spell, his turbid eyes looked at the place where Thorne was hiding, the corners of his mouth wriggled, and he began to murmur an unknown spell in his mouth.

"boom!"

The sharp arrow successfully hit the withered person's protective field, instantly making the protective field dim, as if it would shatter at any time.

The arrow, which failed to hit, turned the arrow and flew in the direction where Thorne was hiding.

Thorne didn't stop firing, and the second arrow brushed past the returning arrow and charged at the casting blight again.

When he fired the second arrow, he found that the withered man was reaching out to his position.

When he noticed the inexplicable crisis, his expression changed, and he jumped up immediately, jumping out of the hiding rock.

Immediately afterwards, in the place where he had just escaped, dense solid ice thorns condensed under the dry and hard rocky ground, and suddenly erupted from the surface like ice blooms.

At the same time, Thorne's second magic-breaking arrow also successfully hit the body of the blighter.

Arrows easily shattered the dim protective field.

It is a pity that a brand-new force field barrier suddenly reappeared on the body of the withered person, making his attack unsuccessful.

Thorne was not surprised at all.

Obviously, it was already what he expected.

"kill him!"

Seeing that the appearing Ranger escaped his fatal blow, the Blighter gave a cold snort and ignored him, and turned his attention to the wild boars and the fierce lions who had been killed by the paladins.

"Roar!"

A lion man who was hiding in the bushes at some point in time shook the thick dark black mane on his neck, held a battle axe, jumped up, and slashed towards Thorne condescendingly.

——“Shadow Hand School (Teleportation Skill): Shadow Leap!”

Feeling the ferocious force of the heavy battle axe, Thorne, who had no time to avoid it, turned into a shadowy energy cloud and disappeared ten meters away from the lion man.

He immediately put away his longbow and two sharp arrows, and drew out his double swords.

"collapse!"

Suddenly, the muffled sound of the bowstring trembling came from behind him. Thorne looked surprised, and without thinking about it, he quickly activated the "deflection force field" on the protective ring, and at the same time activated the Shilong faction's stance technique "Stone Cast Body". .

Almost as soon as the protective barrier was activated and enveloped his entire body, a sharp arrow came swiftly, hitting his back directly.

The sharp arrow shattered the "deflection force field", which was eventually offset by his strong defense. The arrow was only stuck in the muscle layer, but the force on the arrow caused him to stagger forward a few steps.

In the bushes on a hillside behind Thorne, a tall and burly mixed-breed orc glanced in astonishment at the ranger with arrows on his back, but he was not in serious trouble, locked him again with a savage gaze, and then pulled his hand away. 's strong bow.

"Roar!"

The lion man wielding a heavy battle axe followed, charging from Thorne's front.

Thorne, who had just stabilized his body, rolled on the ground, and took the opportunity to stretch out his hand to break the arrow on his back.

He successfully escaped the fatal blow of the Lion Man, and the heavy battle axe smashed into the parched ground, leaving a deep ravine in the swirling dust.

- "Dimensional step!"

Thorne, who had escaped the attack in a thrilling manner, did not dare to delay the time. A rune light flashed under his feet and disappeared again, avoiding the sharp arrow of the hybrid orc and the second attack of the lion man.

The lion man, who had failed in all three attacks, let out an angry roar, and his bloodshot pupils searched for Thorne's disappearing figure.

On the other side, seeing the Ranger disappear, the hybrid orc who was about to pull out the third arrow to re-lock on the target was suddenly startled, as if he had expected some kind of danger.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A sharp sword that reflected dazzling light under the scorching sun tore through the air and slashed straight towards the hybrid orc's neck.

Blood splashed, a terrified head rolled to the ground, and a surging column of blood shot into the sky.

The rigid body of the orc was like a felled tree, which fell to the ground and lost its life.

As the orc fell to the ground, Thorne emerged from behind him with swords in both hands.

The lion man, who finally found Thorne's figure, shook his lush mane, roared angrily, raised his heavy battle axe, and charged at him.

- "Stone Dragon School (Strike Skill): Tauren Charge!"

Seeing the lion man rushing over, Thorne took a deep breath in order to speed up the fight, his muscles tightened, he also lifted his sword and charged down the hillside.

"boom!"

When the lion man was about to approach Thorne, the heavy battle axe in his hand slashed towards him mercilessly.

Thorne leaned over to avoid the fatal slash, and with the help of the inertia of the charge, he jumped, and all the strength of his entire body slammed into the arms of the burly and tall lion man.

The lion man suddenly felt an incomparable force hitting his chest fiercely, he snorted, his body was knocked out by Thorne like a broken ball, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Thorne followed closely, and when the lion man fell to the ground, the sharp sword with a scorching light jumped up, the sharp blade stabbed the lion man's chest fiercely, and then twisted it hard to solve the problem. his life.

"careful!"

After killing the lion man in one breath, Thorne, who was a little out of breath, was about to slow down, and the exclamation of the paladin Ava came from not far away.

He subconsciously turned to look in the direction of the blighter.

——“Seventh Ring Spell: The Finger of Death!”

Thorne found that the fast-casting blighter just raised his hand to point at him, and a blood-red light shot at him in an instant.

Watching the Blighter's fatal blow, Thorne didn't panic, and his reaction was very quick.

Just when the dark red light was about to hit him, he took out a mouse that had become dying from the previous fierce battle from the dark pocket of his clothes at a very fast speed, and threw it precisely on the dark red light, successfully dodging it. Fatal blow.

This little mouse was caught by accident when he was rushing here.

Thinking that the hunter was a fourth-order spellcaster who was proficient in necromancy, he grabbed him casually, but he didn't expect it to be used by him.

Although he possesses the counter skill of the Steel Soul School, "Spiritual Body", he can use the energy of chi to resist all kinds of spells that require physical saving throws in his place.

But "Finger of Death" was an instant-death spell, and he wasn't bold enough to bet on such a fatal saving throw without a second chance.

The paladin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ranger supporting him was safe.

Just when he was so stunned, the wild boar and the fierce lion seized the opportunity and attacked him all.

"boom!"

The two large hammers in the hands of the boar slammed into the paladin's chest, directly denting the imprint of a giant hammer in his armor.

The whole body was also smashed to a distance of five or six meters, and the roaring fierce lion rushed to make up for the knife.

However, the paladin who suffered such a heavy blow, still acting like a normal person, looked at the violent undead lion who rushed over, a faint cold snort came out of his nose, and a ring engraved with the seal of the silver dragon on his right index finger was in the midst of the violent lion. When it is approaching, it will instantly burst into a magical light.

The energy shield with milky white light immediately condensed and formed in front of Avar.

The ferocious lion whose whole body was enveloped in negative energy aura pounced on the energy shield, just like a mouse that touched the red and bright iron, jumped up suddenly, and a front paw that touched the shield exuded scorched smoke. .

——“Higher dispel magic!”

At this time, the withered person in the distance shot again, raised his hand with a flashing spell, and easily smoothed the energy shield around the paladin.

"Roar!"

The retreating undead, the ferocious lion's scarlet pupils burst into blood red, and let out a deafening roar.

This undead creature seems to have a special connection with the blighter.

As the withered person looked at the undead violent lion, the negative energy aura around it turned into a real substance, and the injury just suffered returned to the original, which directly caused the paladin to change his expression.

I saw that its body composed of only skeletons suddenly tensed up, jumped up, and pounced on the paladin again.

——“Ancestral Spirit is furious!”

At the same time, the expression of the wild boar man with sharp fangs suddenly became solemn.

In an instant, a shadow of a spirit appeared above the wild boar's head. That is also a wild boar, but this wild boar's breath and appearance are more primitive and ancient, and the weapons and armor are engraved with ancient runes.

This looks, obviously, more like some kind of combat skill in one.

"Go to hell!" The boar and the bearman spirit above their heads roared at the same time.

In an instant, waving the two long-handled hammers in his hands rushed towards the paladin.

- "Seventh-Level Spell: Evil Gaze!"

In the distance, the Blighter's spell followed the charge of the wild boar, and the spell was just completed, and a pair of evil eyes stared coldly at the paladin's body as if looking directly into the heart.

When his bizarre gaze touched, the paladin's body suddenly stopped and recovered quickly, but at the moment of this pause, his body was thrown to the ground by the charging undead violent lion .

A razor-sharp fang exuding the breath of death mercilessly tore at the paladin's well-guarded neck armor.

- "Bound Slash!"

Facing the fierce lion's bite, the paladin's expression remained unchanged, holding the sacred fine gold broadsword in both hands, he chanted a few syllables in a deep voice, and then the golden energy chain spurted out from the sword, tightening the violent fierce lion. tied together.

The paladin took the opportunity to stand up and distanced himself from the immobile lion, ready to meet the attack of the boar.

——“Desert Wind Sect (Strike Skill): Extend the Fire of Karma!”

Just as the paladin escaped from the Dire Lion's mouth, a cloud of shadow energy emerged, and Thorne, surrounded by blue flames, appeared beside the Dire Lion.

Under the control of Thorne, this strange blue flame quickly spread to the whole body of the roaring fierce lion.

Although the undead dire lion is full of naked skeletons, the blue flame that Thorne casts acts on the soul, and is especially good at dealing with undead creatures driven by the fire of the undead.

Thorne believed that as long as the Blighter didn't actively help his undead companions to get rid of the blue flames, the Dire Lion would definitely be burned alive over time.

"Roar!"

At this time, the wild boar who was about to rush to the paladin saw Thorne suddenly appear, so he roared at the same time with the spirit above his head, turned the gun head, and smashed the two big hammers with powerful force towards Thorne. .

"Oops!"

The paladin, who was ready to meet the attack, made a bad sound, and immediately raised his sword to block it.

Unfortunately, it was too late, the two had already clashed together.

——"Stone Dragon School (Stance Skill): Giant's Power!"

- "Stone Dragon School (Strike Skill): Landslide!"

Facing the attack of the wild boar, Thorne's expression froze, and his aura suddenly changed.

In the eyes of the wild boar, he seemed to have become an unshakable mountain, and he seemed to be an ancient giant.

"boom!"

The two sharp swords in Thorne's hands drew a deadly arc, carrying an indescribable force transmitted from the earth, and held the wild boar's slam with the power of soul and soul.

——"Break the evil!"

The paladin who arrived in time held high the sacred pure gold broadsword in both hands, and the surrounding sacred radiance gathered around him like a real silk thread, and it was dazzling like a corona halo.

"Pfft!"

The sharp broad sword wrapped in the power of brilliance hit the boar man's chest, leaving a deep wound, and the ancient spirit of the boar man above his head disappeared instantly.

Thorne took the opportunity to jump up violently, with a backhand sword, a bloodstain on the neck of the boar, and then kicked it away.

- "Stone Dragon School (Strike Skill): Bone Crack!"

Then the blade slammed **** the skull of the fierce lion. The head was wrapped in blue flames, and the undead creature whose soul fire gradually dimmed was struck by Thorne, and a cobweb-like crack appeared on the hard skull. And spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The undead violent lion let out a wailing, fell to the ground, and was dispelled by the paladin's note, which directly purifies it.

"puff!"

Just as the Dire Lion died, the spell that the Withered Man was about to complete was suddenly interrupted, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his expression became wilted.

"Witch the wolf, I'm **** you uncle! Why hasn't it appeared yet." Looking at the reversed battle situation, the hunter's expression became a little flustered, and he couldn't help cursing.

Now he has fallen into a dilemma. If he does not choose to escape, he will face the attack of the paladin and the sudden appearance of the ranger, and even attract reinforcements from the rear.

But choosing to withdraw means that his efforts in the past few years will be ruined, which is the last thing he wants to see.

So he pinned his only hope on his temporary allies. Who would have thought that this cunning wolf witch would not show up for a long time.

"Do you have the ability to kill this hunter?"

Thorne, who was sore all over, sat on the ground and looked vigilantly at the blighter who stopped attacking and stood alone looking around, and took the opportunity to look at the paladin to communicate.

"No." The sincere paladin clenched his broad sword, blocked the Ranger sitting on the ground in front of him, and answered truthfully, "If he wants to escape, we have no way to keep him."

This time he attacked the valley, his original plan was to drag the hunter by himself, and then wait for the silver dragon guards to kill all his men. .

As a paladin with self-knowledge, he never thought about **** the fourth-order blighter.

Because he knew very well in his heart that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't finish it, so he might as well keep his strength and delay it for as long as possible.

"I have a way, you need to listen to my command." Thorne, who was sitting on the ground, looked thoughtfully at the blighter who refused to leave, and smiled at the paladin: "Prepare to fight, I want to shake people already."

Although the paladin Avar didn't quite understand what "shaking man" meant, but seeing the confident look on his face, he nodded earnestly to Thorne, waiting for an order.