Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The Ranger is not a warrior, and all our attacks focus on skill."

"For the Ranger, the best way to deal with a blade that cuts into the body is to avoid, and then seize no chance to fight back!"

"Tirion! To become an excellent ranger, you must use your reason to suppress your excess desire to attack..."

"boom"

The training sword that was suddenly swayed in the hand failed to hit the opponent. Instead, the forward leaned body was hit by her precise attack on the arm. The next moment, the weapon was released.

The young figure stood still, and after a while, he lowered his head:

"Got it, mother!"

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"Wow"

At this moment, the sudden memories broke into thousands of pieces of streamer, and Tyrion’s consciousness returned to the body. At this moment, his body ended the free fall movement and smashed like a stone on the soft grass. Going up, he spouted a sip of blood, and in front of him, the phoenix epee, which had been brutally smashed, swirled in the air, rubbing his head and piercing the grass.

The blade was already covered with blood stains, there were opponents and others.

"Uh"

The wind-breaking sound of the destroying battle axe rang in Tyrion’s ear, and the ranger forcibly propped up each bone with a groaning body, his left hand was pressed on the side of the hilt, and his legs rolled hard towards the other side. , Dangerously and dangerously escaped the tomahawk.

"boom"

The ground of the forest was completely cut by this blow, and the powerful force attached to the battle axe even rolled up a storm in the air, blowing the fallen leaves of the ground everywhere.

"Snapped"

The Axe Holder didn’t give Tyrion any rest time, and it was a brutal blow. The Ranger could only block this blow with his Epee. At the moment of the weapon collision, his body was once again removed from the original. He hit the ground and flipped through the air several times before he stood on his feet.

The orc warlord Saurfang took a step forward, his spine tomahawk pointed at Tyrion in front of him, and the blood-red eyes peculiar to those orcs were filled with unending anger:

"Are Quel'Thalas' rangers as tough as you are?"

The warlord snorted coldly: "It seems that Zul'jin lied to me, that place is likely to be a tough bone!"

"Call...Call"

The answer to him was Tyrion's painful breath.

He looked at the orc warlord in front of him. Every time this guy swung his axe, the great power carried on the weapon could not be resolved by skill. As long as the weapon collided, the rhythm of the attack would be completely broken by him. In front of such a brutal opponent, Tyrion has little chance of winning.

But what about that...

The ranger was clenched with **** teeth. He held the hilt of the Phoenix Epee with both hands, and his blade was aimed at the tall orc warlord in front of him.

He knows who the orc is in front of him. His name is Saurfang, and he can be recognized from his iconic armor and battle axe. This guy will become a hero of the new tribe in the future. Tyrion also knows that his armed force is powerful. How strong is just like the destiny that he tried his best to shake it, so strong that he was desperate...

But at this time, I can't beat...Isn't it?

"what!"

Tyrion uttered a cry, and the soft soil under his feet turned outward, causing the Ranger to charge again with his sword.

Seeing the imposing charge of this blood-covered elf, a hint of admiration appeared in the eyes of the orc warlord.

"Well, the trapped beasts are still fighting, and the momentum is good..."

"boom"

The battle axe waved at will, the anger shrouded on the body of the orc warlord was as substantial as the **** knife waved, Tyrion rolled again and was smashed to the ground behind, the blood splashed in the air Come.

"But... that's it...power is...weak."

"Bang bang"

The collision of the battle axe and the epee is like the sound of a blacksmith's furnace, so harsh in the forest at dawn, around the battlefield where the two are fighting, those big trees that have embraced have been violently savage by Saurfang The offensive leveled.

Tyrion is at an absolute disadvantage. He has no advantage in front of the raging Saurfang.

He should be glad that Dai Lin, who was rescued by him, seriously wounded Saurfang with his weapon on the previous battlefield, and after a night of fighting, the brave orc warlord was completely absent.

If it was Saurfang in the heyday... his head was probably cut off at the moment of the battle.

This is a terrifying opponent. In Tyraon’s senses, the crazy orc warlord is even more terrifying than his mentor, General Liresa, the strongest ranger of Quel'Thalas.

Of course, this may also be an illusion. After all, Tyrion’s will is a bit vague at this time.

Under the tomahawk that stormed like a storm, the Ranger could only be passive, difficult to block, and each blow made his bones rattle.

The battle only took less than 10 minutes, and the last trace of power in Tyrion's body was completely drained by the violent orc warlord in front of him.

There was a scary valgus wound on his chest, which was a memorial left by the axe.

His left leg was trembling abnormally, which was the scar left by the violent orc kicking from behind.

His left eye was almost blind, and every movement of his body would tingle his mind. That was when he was struck by a fist wrapped in an iron armor when trying to fight, leaving a sequelae.

He could even feel the icy cold coming from the back of his neck, which seemed to be lying on his shoulders, and the death of wanton laughter was joking with him.

"It's long enough! You have supported it long enough! Such a defeat is not a shame!"

"Fall down!"

In the roar of the orc warlord, Tyrion's chest was kicked by him, and the whole person fell on the ground, opened his eyes, and saw the **** tomahawk cut off in the head.

Under the instinctive desire to survive, Tyrion raised his sword in his hands desperately and greeted him like a shield.

"Click"

With a crunch, the last weapon given by Lor'themar suddenly broke under brute force.

"boom"

But because of the changed direction, the battle axe wiped Tyrion’s waist and slashed under the ground. This sudden change made the movement of the orc warlord holding the killing heart stop at this moment. In less than a second, the silent Tyrion held the broken blade in his left hand, and the sharp blade pierced his tiger's mouth, like waving a short sword, and swiped hard from the warlord's wrist. Pass by.

"puff"

The hot blood sprinkled down the head and fell into Tyrion's mouth, just like the most beautiful wine, igniting the last trace of madness in the bones of the mortal Ranger.

"boom"

Saurfang's tall body was kicked to the ground by him, his left wrist was cut off, like the butcher's hand axe came out of his hand, and in front of the warlord, the whole body of Tyrion held only half of the sword. Everyone could see the bladed hilt, he had only one last breath, but at this time, he was like the craziest lone wolf, rushing towards the warlord.

"Do you want my life?"

The **** courage in the end was aroused completely. He forgot all the instructions of the mentor, and pushed the battle into an endless desperation in the craziest and most direct way, with all gestures, towards the destiny of the present. Wall, launched the final charge.

Shake it! Break it!

It's like real...Jedi counterattack.

"Okay...Today, you and I went to hell!!!"

"Ah!"

Tyrion fits into Salufar who wants to get up from the ground, the last crazy and stubborn force, let him completely suppress the brute force of Sarufal at this moment, he rides on this orc On the warlord's waist, only half of the blood-soaked hands were held by the blood, but the more severely broken sword, under the lock of the remaining right eye, was precise and vicious, toward Saurfang The gap in the armor pierced fiercely.

It was a rift that was opened by Darin's musket at close range, and it was where Saurfang had just healed a serious wound.

"puff"

The smelly demon blood spewed out of Saurfang's body at the moment when the broken sword pierced the wound. The extreme, unbearable pain made the Warlord almost crazy at this moment.

His eyes were completely eroded by blood-red anger. In the fatal pain, the anger drove his body to expand, just like a completely awakened wild beast.

Veterans with experience in fighting with orcs will immediately retreat in this situation, because this means that the severely injured orc has completely entered the instinctive rage state, in which state the orc will become more bloodthirsty and combative, The attack is more aggressive, and even the six relatives do not recognize it.

Stimulated by the blood of the demon in their bodies, the effect of this rage will be turned several times, but entering this rage state also means that the orcs feel a threat to life, as long as they find a way to persist through the shortness of the rage In time, the orc will enter into the weakness of the force, and the orc in this state will be the best human target.

Unfortunately, this information is not useful for Tyrion...because, with him now, it is impossible to survive Saurfang's violent counterattack.

"boom"

The right fist flew to the ground to kill Tyrion, who was holding the broken sword. The irrational Saurfang shouted and rose from the ground. He shook his body and held the punctured wound with his right hand. Broken sword, in the ultimate, unbearable pain, pulled the blade out of the wound.

At the moment when the broken sword was drawn out, the hot blood was splashing away, and the body of the orc warlord shook, and even fell.

At that moment, he even felt a sense of powerlessness, and he also knew that if the elven lunatic just stabbed 30 cm to the right just now, Saurfang was already a corpse.

It is true that he is a high-level warrior of the orc tribe, but even an orc, in the case of a broken heart, will still die...

"Come on"

The broken sword was thrown on the ground, his tomahawk had been kicked off by Tyrion, Saurfang's body shook a few times in place, he bent down and tried to pick up the half-cut sword with his right hand, but it was there The moment he lifted his head, a blood-red shadow stumbled into his arms, his hands holding the broken first half of the blade, and the sharp blade even cut his flesh, but at this time Tyrion is already the end of a real crossbow.

Since this is the last desperate effort, it must be your life and death...what a pity?

"For Quel'Thalas!"

"For the blade of dawn!"

"For Tyrion's... destiny!"

"puff"

The blade first cut through the blood and flesh of Tyrion. In his last stubbornness and madness, he once again pierced the wound of Saurfang, in the last wave of power in the body, at the last moment of unconsciousness , Push the blade away.

"Tear it"

The wound was torn into a more terrifying blood hole, the blood of the two was mixed, and the leaves under the feet were dyed blood red, and in the extreme pain that followed, Saurfang was also mad.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"It's over! Enough! Die!"

"puff"

The broken sword in the orc's right hand was driven by the endless power of the rage, and penetrated into Tyrion's already exhausted body, pierced easily, and lifted his body to the sky, then ruthlessly Throw it out.

"boom"

The pierced body of the elf ranger rolled on the ground twice, aiming Tyrion’s face to the sky of the forest at the last moment of surviving. In his already blurred eye, the light of dawn dispelled the darkness. Like a sword of light piercing the darkness.

The dazzling light shone on his face, and he could not feel the warmth at all. In the sunlight, a looming figure was suspended in front of his eyes, as if he could reach it by just reaching out his hand.

And the last trace of power slowly dissipated from his body, and Tyrion could only close his eyes slowly in extreme fatigue.

"Cough...think more...think of you..."

"But in front of my eyes... already... it's all... dark..."

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