Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the cold rain, Zuljin danced the ancient war dance of the Amani tribe.

Because the storm in Nanhai Town made the night gloomy and dull, but in the light of the flame, Zul'jin's dark shadow twisted little by little, just like some kind of evil spell, even with the ancestor Erkin's body also began to change in the tumbling smoke.

The mysterious and wild ritual is full of the barbaric style of trolls. The power from God Loa, who has been worshipped by the Amani tribe for thousands of years, is wrapped around Zul'jin's body, and soon his body becomes a head The large golden lynx, this beast protruded its tongue, licked its sharp fangs, and in the only one left, a fatal light burst out, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into darkness.

This mysterious witchcraft narrowed the eyes of the orc warlord Sarufar who was watching it. As a clan warrior in the original world, he began to think quickly. Can this troll witchcraft be a tribe? Used?

And in the forest at this time, in the **** darkness, Tyrion grabbed the torn cloak with one hand, biting the other end of the cloth with his mouth, and the other hand hit the cloth Dead knot, inside the green cloak, Tyrion applied all the remaining secret medicines to this temporary bandage. He tightened the bandage to the extreme, using this squeezing method to let the wound affect him Reduce to the lowest.

After doing all this, he quietly took out the dried jerky he carried with him, biting bit by bit.

He has no appetite at all, but he has to eat... No one knows when the support will come and whether it will come. He must make sure that he can stand up to that moment...

The storm in Nanhai Town reduced the temperature in this forest tonight. Probably because of blood loss, Tyrion felt a long-lost cold. He put the last piece of dried meat in his mouth and held it with his backhand. War bow, his own quiver has been shot empty, there are almost 20 arrows in Kassel's quiver, which is enough for a small battle, but Tyrion knows that Zul'jin will not be so easy to let go my own.

And at this moment when the food and the food were exhausted, everything in Terion's mind became chaotic.

Death, a concept that has rarely been touched in the past 300 years, became clear at this moment. Tyrion in the dark had a vague intuition. Based on the degree of hatred Zuljin had against him, he estimated that It's hard to escape this disaster.

As the saying goes, when you are on the verge of death, you will really know what is most cherished by you, and in the darkness in front of Tyrion, the first one to emerge is his mentor General Lilysa on the battlefield. Cover his back.

In the battle five years ago, without the help of the general and adoptive mother, I'm afraid Tyrion had already died in Zul'jin's raid, and the nearly 200 years of getting along made her become The most important family member in Tyrion’s heart.

Immediately afterwards was the eldest daughter of Windrunner who grew up with him, Aurelia Windrunner. The last time I saw her, it was nearly two months ago that she insisted on going to the human kingdom to support the war between humans and orcs. And Tyrion did not allow her to do this. This fierce quarrel completely broke the friendship between the two people for nearly a hundred years, just like a passerby.

Then there was the 15-year old Ranger captain Roglio, and Serent, and then Casser, who was forced to look for reinforcements.

Everyone in the camp remembered clearly, and he didn’t know if he would ever see them again.

There is also Zulkin. In the past few years, he tried to be a prophet, killing Zulkin completely, and strangling the future boss, but he failed... The prophet is not so good, especially in the order Quel'Thalas, a harsh elf kingdom.

He tried too hard, but in the end he still failed to overcome fate.

In this sudden attack, Tyrion's eyes became hollow little by little. At this moment, he even forgot to be the most basic as a ranger...Alert!

So he quickly paid for it.

"Om"

The darkness behind quietly gloomed down in Tirion's chaotic thoughts. When Tirion felt bad, a pair of staggered claws had torn his chain mail from behind.

The chain mail made by the master craftsman of Silver Moon City is like paper paste, which is easily torn apart, with the flesh and blood of Tyrion. In the pain, the ranger rolls forward and rolls forward. At the end of the roll, the backhand He shot an arrow, but was easily avoided by the golden lynx that came out of the darkness.

The behemoth strode briskly through the dark shadows of the forest. At the moment when he saw the beast's only one eye and the fangs in the corner of his mouth, Tyrion knew... his last battle was coming !

"I haven't forgotten that I have an appointment with you...I'm not late? Tyrion. Blade of Dawn!!!"

"Oh, in order to make this chase more revenge...run, little guy... obedient, run!"

The painful connection behind him continued to strike, Tyrion gritted his teeth, and he wanted to rush up to fight with a sword, but reason told him that what he needed now... was a shameful escape.

No... it's a retreat looking for opportunities!

After 3 seconds of staring at each other, Tyrion turned around without hesitation and rushed into the forest. Behind him, Zul's blond hair in the form of a bobcat spirit made a series of hoarse, vicious and low laughter...

"Hahaha, the game...start!"

In a trance, after the four-year waiting period ended, the roles of Tyrion and Zulkin turned around in this night, and the once predator became a prey, and the prey that came out of the trap, with a deep sneer, Licking his paws in the dark, waiting for the fallen hunter to meet the end of death in despair.

In this secluded forest, Tyrion hurried forward, and the wound behind him became more and more painful. When he passed a tall tree, Tyrion climbed up the branch hard and tried to rest, but he climbed At the same time on the branch, two claws with metallic luster slashed wildly under the tree, but in just a few seconds, the tree uttered an overwhelming sigh.

"What's wrong with you? Little Tyrion, are you planning to rest?!"

"In our game... don't you dare, rest?!"

"bass"

The moment the trunk shattered and collapsed, Tyrion’s body jumped from the fallen tree. When he fell to the ground, he felt a bad wind coming from the front, and the subconscious backhand pulled out the war bow. The shield is like a block in front of you.

"Click"

The moment the hard battle bow touched Zul'jin's claws, it burst like a bomb, throwing Tyrion's body backwards, and by the cushion of the landing, the ranger rushed again without stopping. Into the darkness.

Behind him, it was broken into several war bows. It was the weapon that accompanied Tyrion for nearly 30 years... that's it, it was destroyed in this dark forest.

"Hehe... now, the rules of the game are familiar..."

"You escape, I kill...no rest! No buffer...just like you did to me back then! Escape, escape... let my revenge be more interesting!"

Zul'jin's breath slowly disappeared behind him. Tyrion gritted his teeth and wiped the bruised blood on his cheeks. He took out the magic jewelry that he always carried with him from his belt... Eyes, crafted amulet of spar.

"Om"

Hidden magic shrouded Tyrion’s body with a dim light. After walking a few steps, Tyrion’s figure, even with his blood and his breath, were covered by an invisible light curtain. It was completely wrapped and gave him a short time to recover his body and spirit.

In this quiet darkness, Tyrion lurked in the depths of the forest with a severely injured body. He suppressed his pain, and even his breath was calm to the extreme. He knew that in the darkness around him, Zulkin was Peering into his head.

The battle was unfair from the beginning, but Tyrion also hoped that a lunatic would give him fairness. He tore off the broken cloak behind him and wrapped it tightly around the wound behind his back. In the treatment of the sound, he heard the sound of raindrops falling in the forest, and the sound of shouting and killing from the outside through the sound... the sound of the war horse galloping on the ground.

Reinforcement...It should be reinforcements!

But this situation is not helpful for Tyrion's situation at this time. To join the reinforcements, he must cross the dark forest in front of him. Will Zuljin give him this opportunity?

No... the troll must be on the way to the forest, waiting for the most suitable time to give Tyrion the deadliest blow.

Tyrion took a deep breath, he knew that at this point in time, he must suppress his inner desire for security, at least he had to wait patiently before removing the threat of Zul'jin... while throwing The temptation to lose hope.

Hope is like a virus, it will quietly let people down their guard, it will blind the eyes of the trapped with the darkness of the surrounding world and the light of the distance, but the danger is always hidden in all corners, and despair will erupt in the suppressed darkness , Until the trapped, until Tyrion himself... no longer able to fight back!

He knows this better than anyone...

So the battle outside the forest is in full swing, humans, elves and orcs, trolls are in a ball, and inside the forest, it is quiet like another world, a silent...killing hell.

The venomous old troll is like a cat that has caught a mouse, not rushing to eat its prey, but wanting to enjoy that kind of revenge.

"7 minutes and 54 seconds have passed...no time..."

Tyrion counts the time with a heartbeat in his heart. In the last few seconds of staying hidden, Tyrion raised his sore arm and held the war knife behind him. His war bow has been torn, now These two knives are his last weapons.

"Fight..."

This is the only thought that comes to Terion’s mind. He is an excellent hunter, and he is familiar with the mentality of the chased prey. Once he chooses to escape, he will soon be defeated by the threat brought by Zulkin.

That was not the ending he wanted!

But on the third second he walked out of his hiding place, he stretched out a hand from the dark leaves intertwined behind him, and then laid it silently on his shoulder. At the same time, Tyrion’s hand 'S sharp blade slashed back, but was blocked by another sturdy weapon.

"clang"

The crisp voice made the two people tremble, and at this moment, Tyrion saw the figure lurking in the darkness behind him.

Lor'themar Theron made a gesture to Tyrion in the dark, and threw a bag of his body-recovering secret medicine to him, then quietly hid into the darkness again, although only less than 2 seconds Eye contact, but as a tacit understanding of the high-level ranger, he has understood Luo Sema's ideas.

"Relief and even escape. I cover you!"

The news calmed Tyrion’s heart, but a moment later, he shook his head. In the darkness, his bandaged fingers pointed to himself, and to the darkness in front of his eyes. The movement, and finally the fist clenched violently, at this moment, his eyes narrowed, and the surging killing in it represented the deepest thought of Tyrion.

Challenge your destiny again!

"Do not escape!"

"I'm doing bait, looking for opportunities...waiting for opportunities...anti-killing!"

This answer made Lor'themar in the dark a bit. At the next moment, a sharp dagger fell on the grass at the foot of Tyrion, representing Lor'themar's answer.

"Then come!"

Tyraine threw two secret medicines into his mouth, picked up the dagger under his feet, and then held the war knife with both hands. He was completely thrown away by the inner hesitation. In the dark, he withdrew his disguise and stood on the spot. The forest beaten by the night rain in front of me shouted loudly:

"Zulkin, don't hide!"

"You look forward to my collapse, but the scream you imagined is not howling! It will never be!"

"bass"

Tyraine's War Sword pointed forward, and his eyes became extremely sharp at this moment:

"It's a battle roar! Mine... the first battle roar! Come face me!"

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