The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 732 - 414 Ranger

"Their numbers are too small to be a match for that swarm of mice."

The Half-Elf Night Watcher said so.

At this moment, a special pattern could be seen in his eyes, as if he was using some ability.

"Judging by their attire and legion structure, they should be soldiers of the Green Land Kingdom.

Should we help them?" The Night Watcher below, who was responsible for supporting him, asked.

"Don't rush, let me see... Odd, they should be Rangers, right? Fighting like this seems incorrect."

After pondering for a while, he seemed to have realized something.

"Send out the notification, we need to rescue them; there must be something they need to protect or someone retreating behind them."

The message was quickly sent out.

"Damn it, let's fight these mice! I want to see how many of you there are!"

With that said, the Ranger leader, holding a curved saber, charged into the mouse swarm.

And the horses, not wearing armor, began to glow faint green, suddenly boosting their speed significantly.

In an instant, many mice were knocked over, flying out from the grass.

Upon seeing this scene.

A fellow Ranger, who was his son, looked behind him.

Gazing at the sky, searching intently.

Yet the retreat signal was still unseen.

Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the curved saber and raised it high.

Just as he was about to shout.

A light orb exploded in the sky behind him.

"Retreat!" He couldn't help but shout loudly.

But by now, his father had already charged into the enemy ranks. Sensing something, the warrior turned his head.

Looking at his son.

He nodded silently.

The cavalry used the curved saber in their hand to cut down the mice lunging at them, then bit his lip and turned around on horseback.

"Retreat!"

With a furious shout, many warriors who had not yet rushed into the mouse swarm could only grit their teeth and retreat.

While those already dragged and surrounded by mice could only engage in a fierce struggle with the mice amidst the shouting.

"Get lost, dung-eating scum!"

The leader cursed, swinging his curved saber frenziedly.

One mouse after another trying to leap forward was cut down.

"Ah!" A tragic cry rang out as a mouse jumped onto his back, with the short blade in its hand stabbing through the gap in the shoulder armor.

Reaching back, he grabbed the mouse and crushed it forcefully, smashing it onto the mice below.

However, at this moment, the horse cried out miserably.

The warhorse that had been jumping and attacking the surrounding mice collapsed, covered in wounds, with even some parts bitten by the mice.

"Good friend, we die here together today!"

The leader who fell together killed a few mice and patted the horse that was screaming but no longer standing.

"For the wolf pack!"

He shouted loudly.

The sound echoed through various places.

They all were the ones remaining to guard the back.

The battle was fierce, but they were no match at all, with too many mice, overwhelming them like a tide.

In less than half a minute, he was drenched in blood, the excellent blade in his hand already dull.

Breathing heavily.

"Come, let me skin you alive!"

"Go up, this horse rider is done for!"

The mice shrieked sharply.

More mice charged forward.

After fending off a few times, he was quickly submerged.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow shot over.

Instantly shooting a mouse leaping at his face away.

Before the mice could react.

The sound of more arrows piercing the air was heard.

A few more arrows flew over, shooting a few mice instantly, even two mice were pierced and flew together.

"Dead mice are the only good mice!"

A shadow suddenly emerged from the grass, two short blades whirling around.

The mouse that was just commanding was instantly sliced into several pieces, clearing the mouse swarm around, with lots of blood and mice's miserable squeaks spreading out altogether.

"Bam!"

A thundering sound came from the sky.

A faint golden light ball floated above.

Lots of light particles scattered down.

"That's hot, so hot!"

"Mouse tails!"

Mice screams echoed everywhere.

A sharp cry like that of some large bird suddenly sounded.

A few large Land Birds flew through the grass.

Their massive claws clad with metal talons, caught down, instantly kicking away many mice.

The beak pecked furiously.

It could easily crack open a mouse's skull.

"Dead mice, Night Watch Grandpa is here for you!"

A joyful voice came from the Land Bird beside the fallen leader.

The man dressed in Night Watch Mage attire was seen waving the Steel Magic Staff, killing a few lunging mice with a single swing.

Then directly wielding the magic staff.

Spiral wind blades rushed out.

In an instant, blood accompanied by mice's severed limbs, heads, and a large area of grass blades flew into the sky.

The mice around were cleared in an instant across a wide area.

"Haha, I love this, this move is called 'Sweeping the Dwarf Clan'!"

The Night Watch Mage said triumphantly.

"What?"

A Half-Elf riding a Land Bird passed by, incredulously asking.

"Um, I meant 'Sweeping the Mouse Swarm', hahaha."

With an awkward laugh, he hurriedly steered the Land Bird to continue clearing the mice.

The Half-Elf didn't pursue further, instead jumping down from the spot, looking at the fallen leader.

"You are seriously injured, don't get up, leave these mice to us."

The fallen leader looked at him and nodded gently.

A potion was poured into his mouth.

"This will make you feel better."

Then a faint Holy Light surged forth, enveloping him.

"Rest a while."

Finishing saying this, the Half-Elf noticed the horse convulsing beside him.

"Is it your battle companion?"

The question made the leader turn his head, looking at the dying horse, nodding sadly.

"Yes, it's my old friend."

"Hey, don't be sad; it's still treatable."

With that, he approached.

The Half-Elf's Secondary Profession is actually [Beast Taming].

For most Half-Elves, their secondary profession generally alternates between two professions.

[Beast Taming] and [Farming]

With the arrival of the Night Watcher forces.

The number of mice was being cleared swiftly, leaving lots of blood and mice corpses behind.

The intense casualties caused the mice's morale to plummet drastically, leading to their subsequent retreat.

"Don't pursue them, chasing these mice in this damned place is just a waste of energy."

Although the mice's morale dropped sharply, easily scattering, the problem was they escaped quickly too.

Once these mice regrouped, they could attack once more.

At this moment, the Knights who had retreated earlier returned once more.

They had noticed something happening behind them.

Witnessing the unanticipated reinforcements, along with the rescued legion members left behind.

With confusion yet gratitude. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Ah, Father!"