Azeroth Monster Manual

“Haha, it's those long-eared Quel'Dorei folks! Everyone, perk up! Let our allies see the might of the Wildhammer!”

Captain Orangebeard laughed heartily as he raised his hunting rifle again.

“Don't shoot! Those are… our own…”

Kainnel stared in horror at the dwarf captain aiming at him. Just as he was about to move, the loud gunshot rang out in his ears.

“Idiot! What are you waiting for!?”

Saurfang grabbed Kainnel by the scruff of his neck, dragging him quickly towards the gryphon riders.

Kainnel stared blankly behind him, seeing a dead shadow hunter lying where he had just been.

“Ha! Bullseye!”

Captain Orangebeard blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun, then drew his battle-axe and ran quickly towards the rangers.

“For the Wildhammer! Let us kill all these vilebranch and deadwood scum!”

“Ooh! For Anvilmar!”

Several brave gryphon riders jumped down from the air. After a nimble roll to dissipate the force, they followed Captain Orangebeard towards the rear of the rangers.

The remaining gryphon riders in the sky continued to clear out the scattered and fleeing deadwood trolls.

“Everyone! Battle formation!”

Saurfang roared. More than a dozen elves, upon receiving the order, nimbly leaped to the rear of the battlefield. With the Wildhammer dwarves holding the front, they could finally unleash their true skills with peace of mind.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

One bone arrow after another accurately shot and killed one vilebranch troll after another. Although the rangers were using the trolls' own arrows, their training allowed them to raise their hit rate to over 90%.

The dwarves roared as they hacked their battle-axes into the trolls' bodies. Lightning rumbled in the sky as the gryphon riders occasionally hurled their stormhammers straight down, each hammer often taking the lives of one or several trolls.

As time passed, the gryphon riders had cleared out the fleeing deadwood trolls a quarter of an hour ago. They ordered their gryphon companions to hover in the sky above the battlefield, then pulled out the firearms they carried with them and began to snipe at the vilebranch trolls below.

Saurfang had already run out of bone arrows, and the situation was similar for the dozen or so rangers he had brought with him.

“Everyone! Drop your bows! Melee combat!”

Saurfang roared, drawing the longsword from his back. With a thrust, he plunged into the battlefield of dwarves and trolls.

These veteran soldiers' melee skills were as extraordinary as their archery. Years of fighting the Amani trolls had given them a clear understanding of all the vital points and weaknesses of the trolls' bodies.

The rangers leaped and rolled through the battlefield like butterflies flitting among flowers, quickly reaping the trolls' lives alongside the dwarves.

…

“Huff… huff…”

Saurfang breathed heavily. Even as a commander with extraordinary strength, the intensity of the battle had exhausted him.

The orange-bearded dwarf sat on the corpse of a troll witch doctor, lighting his pipe.

“Hey! Long-ears, you know what? You're the second elf I've ever admired!”

“Saurfang…”

“What did you say?”

“My name is Saurfang Brightwing.”

“Haha, sorry, sorry. I'm Kurtaz Wildhammer, captain of the First Gryphon Rider Squadron…”

“Kurtaz Wildhammer, the second High Thane of Aerie Peak, Duke of the Wildhammer clan.”

Saurfang picked up the water bottle at his waist, took an elegant sip, and then recited the orange-bearded captain's background as if listing family treasures.

“I prefer it when they call me captain!”

Kurtaz grabbed the battle-axe at his feet, muttering in dissatisfaction.

“Lads! Clean up the battlefield! Collect the bodies of our comrades, you have a quarter of an hour!”

Captain Orangebeard ignored Saurfang, shouted loudly, and joined the ranks of those cleaning up the battlefield.

“Everyone! Erase the traces, create a false impression, throw those vilebranch trolls who died under the Wildhammer dwarves' battle-axes into the fire. Be quick about it, don't let those deadwood scumbags see the fabricated traces!”

“Yes! Commander!”

The dozen or so rangers had not suffered any casualties, but they had some wounds, large and small, on their bodies. The rangers endured their fatigue and began to fabricate traces and clean up the corpses.

“Seventy-nine, eighty…”

Kainnel recorded and counted the corpses of the deadwood trolls on the ground. Several dwarves in good condition stood beside him, holding various troll weapons in their hands, occasionally hacking the troll corpses with their weapons.

“Commander! All traces have been fabricated!”

Kainnel wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Have the traces left by the stormhammers been cleared?”

Saurfang asked sternly.

“Reporting, Commander! They have been scorched by my flame storm.”

“The traces of magic are too obvious. Go find some more flammables, I want to burn this place clean!”

“Yes…”

Kainnel said weakly, feeling that this commander was targeting him at all times.

Just then, a roar sounded overhead.

“Haha, Hemet is here! You troll scum! Eh? Where is everyone?”

Everyone: …

…

“Damn it! Damn it! How dare those vilebranch beasts!”

The deadwood overseer roared angrily. Several deadwood tribe elders and priests stood silently to the side, none daring to provoke him.

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“Shas! Get in here!”

The shadow hunter walked into the overseer's tent in a panic, kneeling down without saying a word.

“I need an explanation! Why haven't any of those vilebranch beasts who assassinated the high priest been caught!”

The deadwood overseer suppressed his bloodthirsty desire, staring intently at the shadow hunter kneeling on the ground.

“I… I'm sorry, subordinate is incompetent. Those vilebranch priests and headhunters ran and ran and then… then… then…”

Shas was dripping with cold sweat, stuttering.

“Continue!”

“Then… then disappeared.”

“Bastard! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Guards! Drag him out! Sacrifice him to Shadra, and remember! Live sacrifice, I want him to die painfully in darkness and blood loss!”

“Spare… spare me, Overseer! I didn't… I didn't lie! Those vilebranch trolls really disappeared! They really just suddenly disappeared!”

…

Shas was eventually dragged down by several deadwood executioners.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the overseer's anger was about to dissipate, the deadwood overseer's sinister voice rang out throughout the camp.

“My dear great witch doctor, can you give me a reasonable explanation?”

The overseer walked to Kima, who was covered in wounds.

Kima was outwardly calm, but his heart was panicking, but in order to save his own life, he could only grit his teeth and continue acting.

“Over… Overseer… all this… all this is Hex, that vicious woman… woman's conspiracy…”

Kima covered his blind left eye, saying weakly.

Just as the deadwood overseer was about to ask more questions, a flurry of footsteps sounded.

“Re… reporting, Overseer, Silivasa… Silivasa…”

The scout prostrated himself at the overseer's feet, saying intermittently.

“What happened to Silivasa!”

The overseer grabbed the scout and asked sternly.

“Silivasa… there are no living people left in Silivasa…”

“Thud…”

The overseer staggered back two steps, looking terrified.

“What exactly is going on! Explain it to me clearly!”

The overseer roared hoarsely.

“Today is my day to go home to visit my family, but when I returned, I found that Silivasa had been burned to the ground. I found many corpses of our tribesmen in the charred houses, and… and…”

“And what!”

The overseer asked with bloodshot eyes.

“There were also some corpses and weapons of the vilebranch trolls… On the corpses outside the houses that were not burned, I also found many wounds left by the vilebranch trolls…”

The scout prostrated himself on the ground with a sorrowful face, trembling as he spoke.

After a long time.

“Everyone! Listen to my order! Gather the troops, target… Zul'Aman, the vilebranch trolls… leave no one alive!”

PS: When Kurtaz Wildhammer became one of the Four Horsemen, he had white hair. The orange beard in the text can be understood as Kurtaz not having aged yet.