Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Those orcs are really brave..."

There was a sweet grass stalk in the mouth of Cassell riding on the battlefield of Quildore. The young captain of the ranger was hanging his arm with a bandage at this time, and he could only use one hand to manipulate the horse rein. He couldn't help it. Tyrion says:

"Even in the desperate situation of being shot, they can still fight desperately...the fighting will can be said to be very tenacious and a terrible opponent!"

"So before I go, I will let you and the soldiers be careful."

In the slightly icy night rain, Tyrion looked at Cather's hanging arm and said with some helplessness:

"You are a captain anyway. You have to learn to protect yourself and your soldiers. There is no need to be first-in-kind, and we are rangers, not soldiers. It is just like that. At least, before the death of human soldiers, it is not enough. You rush up and fight the desperate orcs."

Cassell has the typical momentum and activity of a young man. He is different from the calm Roglio and the calm Serent. He was born in the Mingyi family and is also a veteran ranger family inherited for generations, but this guy is inheriting Kui. In addition to the concentration and indifference of the Ranger, there are some activities and occasional restlessness that are not part of the elves.

He likes to use the war sword to kill his opponent's life, but this dangerous behavior will always cause him some trouble, such as the arm he is hanging now, that is a wound in the dagger stabbed by a dying orc, according to the Rangers For the care of his arms, this guy can’t touch the bow for at least 2 months.

"I just think that human evaluation of those orcs is a bit overblown..."

Cassell glared at his unique green eyes, and said a bit sorrowfully, and his refutation made Tyrion grunt. The former looked back at him and said softly:

"So now? Do you still think human warfare is exaggerated?"

The young ranger shook his head. After thinking for a while, he replied:

"I am now beginning to understand the claims of Captain Aurelia and Prince Kael'thas. If these orcs are really allowed to destroy the human kingdom of northern Xinjiang, they will definitely become a big trouble for Quel'Thalas. They are too Fighting, they are too barbaric, but more disciplined than trolls, plus their rich fighting experience, we may need to suffer great losses to repel them."

Faced with Kathell's description, Tyrion shook his head secretly.

He will not tell this young man that in his memory, under the joint offensive between the orcs and the trolls, Quel'Thalas was forced to retreat to Silvermoon City, if not the orcs were unwilling to waste in the position of the high-elves resisting tenaciously. Too many troops, I am afraid that Silver Moon City may not be able to keep it.

Faced with these rough and powerful exotic warriors, specializing in magic and rangers, high elves lacking frontal battlefield arms are too weak. Once the magician is entangled by the warlock and shaman on the orc side, the ranger army alone is not an orc army. Opponent.

"It's up to them to take care of the big things, it doesn't matter to us."

Tyrion pulled Rama Rein, and the darkness could not block the outstanding eyes of the high elves. He could easily see the shadows of the distant campsite under the cold raindrops, and when he saw the edge of the night, the quiet campsite, Tyrion's heart jumped suddenly.

"No! It's wrong!"

"Everyone, stop moving!"

Tyrion's arm was raised, and at the moment his voice fell, distributed behind him, the slightly scattered elf rangers quickly manipulated the war horse and stopped at the same place.

In the hissing of the warhorse, Tyrion activated the magical accessories he carried with him, accompanied by a weak heat flow into his cheeks, his pupils shrank, and his vision in the night became wider, and the next moment, he saw The collapsed flags in the camp...and the scattered shadows on the ground.

That's... a corpse!

The camp was attacked! !

"Enemies! Prepare for battle!"

Tyrion took off the bow with his backhand. Under the scolding of his stern voice, all the rangers raised their spirits. At this moment, in the forest about 300 yards from the rangers, the familiar cries of killing sounded instantly.

Along with the sound of shouting and killing, there was a whizzing flying axe. Due to the sound of the night rain beating the ground and the exhaustion after the war, the Rangers could not find this near crisis!

This attack came so fast, so deadly.

Tyrion’s eyes widened, and he unconsciously turned over from the battle horse, pulled the Cather off the horse, and pressed Cather’s shoulder to death. The two immediately lay on the ground .

Other rangers don’t have such a quick response. It is extremely difficult to capture the flying trajectory of the flying axe in the dark. At the same time that the flying axe is thrown out, there are also obscure and malicious voodoo spells. The darkness coming from the sky is like a big net, completely blinding the elves' excellent vision. In the sound of the first wave of flying axe tearing the air, more than 20 rangers were smashed into the body and screamed and fell to the ground on.

Blood... The smell of blood from the war horses and companions filled Tyrion’s nostrils at this moment, making his slightly tired spirit sober in a moment.

"Spread! Fight back!"

Tyrion’s voice rang in the dark night that became dangerous. After shouting orders, he grabbed Cassell and turned to his side a few times. At the same time, at least 7 flying axes were chopped on the ground he just lurked. on.

"Shoot swoosh"

Covered by dark witchcraft, in the melody of the rain on the earth, the rangers began to fight back, the sound of the arrow falling from the string appeared so clear in the darkness, and the muffled sound of the arrow piercing the body, then This kind of blood splashing sound, the original tranquility was instantly broken.

Tyrion clasped Kassel's mouth tightly to prevent him from making a sound. He lay on the ground, listening quietly to the scattered footsteps around him.

"At least 60 people... trolls, maybe orcs! They are united together."

Tyrion’s heart sank, and he thought of the tragedy of the attack on the camp. The most dangerous Amani troll Zul'jin might have escaped, and then he thought of what he saw on the battlefield. Those who were led by Zul'jin The bloodthirsty madness of the Amani trolls, Tyrion gritted his teeth, he touched the eagle whistle around his waist, let go of Kasser’s mouth, and Shen Sheng said:

"I know you don't want to run away like this, but you can live to be avenged...Take a ten thousand steps and say, we must pass the news of Zul'jin's escape back to Quel'Thalas! So follow me for a while! Don't lose Now!"

"Whoosh!!"

The sharp and rapid eagle whistle sounded in the night, and in the darkness shrouded in witchcraft, I heard the whistle of eagle whistle which represents a special meaning. The rangers who could not see clearly the surrounding battle situation decisively chose to evacuate, and the horse turned On the horse, without a horse, he randomly found a direction to quickly retreat and broke out in all directions.

For a time, the entire anxious battlefield was disorganized by this sudden retreat.

"Uh"

Tyrion’s body jumped from the ground. His long ears jumped quickly, without aiming. He just listened to the cries of the trolls and orcs in the dark, and the three arrows on the bow string shot quickly. The moment he landed, he heard a few short screams, three arrows in his backhand pierced into the darkness, and then rushed to a certain direction without looking back, followed by Kassel with his sword.

"The little boy ran away! Catch him! Kill him!"

A terrible roar rolled in the darkness behind, brutal and vicious, that was...Zulkin!

A moment later, a heavily armed Armani troll headhunter held a poisonous war spear and hurried in the direction of Tyrion’s departure. Behind them, a man wearing gray armor and carrying a battle axe The orc glanced at the leaving troll. He shook his head and did not keep up, but looked down at the ranger with his arm cut off under his feet.

The rare armored orc squatted down. He spoke a quirky accented lingua franca, staring at the dying ranger with his blood-red eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"Lead us to Quel'Thalas, I'll spare you! Look, your leader has abandoned you, you have been betrayed!"

Faced with this rough persuasion, the dying ranger's pale face due to pain showed a blush. He smiled disdainfully, and used the rudeness that was not in line with the high elves' elegance, toward the orc in front of him. Sipped a **** saliva.

"Tirion will kill you for me! The **** of death is smiling at you...dirty beast!"

"Quelsalas...forever immortal!"

The spit did not make the orcs angry, but on the contrary, he stood up and wiped the blood on his face with his hand, the spine tomahawk lifted high, he stared at the ranger under his feet, Shen Sheng said:

"Your death will bring glory to your country, it is a pity that it is destined to be defeated by the forces of the entire Draenor..."

"rest in peace!"

"bass"

The tomahawk flipped the cold light, slashed down, blood splashed on the ground, and slowly spread out in the rain, adding another desolation to the cold night.

On the other side, Tyrion and Cassell rushed to the edge of the hilly river. This was the place where they set off to kill the group of Amani trolls a few days ago. Tyrion did not have time to feel the fate of fate. He reached out and took it off. The quiver behind Kasser was behind his back, and then he pushed Katherel into the cold water.

"Go to Nanhai Town along this river, and I will attract your attention!"

He clutched Kassel's shoulders in the cold water, and there were cold raindrops on his face, which made the Ranger captain look a little embarrassed:

"Listen to me! You must pass the news of Zul'jin's escape as fast as possible, and you cannot let him go back to Zu'Aman! I will try my best to leave him, but to be honest, I am not sure of Zul'jin !"

"You go!"

Cather grabbed Tyrion's hand with his backhand and said aloud: "I'm hurt, I can't go far, you are more suitable than me, I will help you attract them!"

"Stop it!"

Tyrion shook his head: "You can't pull the bow. If you meet more than three trolls, you're dead. As for whether I'm alive or dead, it depends on whether the reinforcements you find are fast...Go! "

After that, Tyrion pushed Kassel into the river backhand. The river was not deep, but under the cover of the increasingly dense night rain, it was no problem to hide a thin ranger. He strode into the river. Among them, he quickly rushed to the woods across the river. Cassell gritted his teeth and glanced at Tyrion. He took a deep breath and rushed quickly down the river.

In less than 2 minutes, the murderous troll headhunter drove from the dark night rain.

But after Kathell left, Tyrion, who was alone in the forest, did not have much fear under the cold night.

He hid in the dark trees and watched the headhunters near the river. What was surging in his heart was not the killing intention of the battlefield, but another thing.

At the beginning, even after hearing the news of the murder of parents in this world, Tyrion did not have much hatred for the troll, but soon he realized that he needed this hatred to cover up his Different, so he began to pretend to be a character who hated the troll into the bone marrow. This mask of disguise lasted for a full 170 years, and it seems to have become his real face.

Just as Tyrion couldn't tell whether he was a human from a foreign country or a high-level elf who was born and raised, he also couldn't get rid of it. Is the hatred of trolls in his heart disguised or has become instinct?

However, this doubt does not affect his continued killing of trolls...

"bass"

The first troll near the river seems to have found Kassel's footprints on the bottom of the river. At the moment when he bent down, a sharp arrow flew out of the forest across the river, and the bowstring sounded The voice made the troll covered with oil on his face unconsciously raised his head, and the sharp enchanted arrows pierced through his eyes and flew out of the back of his head at the same moment.

"boom"

Smashing the **** body on the soft river beach, completely covering the traces left by Kassel, and this extremely accurate arrow was shot again within this second, almost in the same position, with the same Tactics took away the life of another troll headhunter who raised his weapon...

The troll's self-healing is indeed powerful, but it destroys the brain, and they will also die on the spot.

Seeing the trolls rushing towards the forest noisily, Tyrion’s hidden body stood up from the branch. In order to better attract the attention of the trolls, he did not hide his figure. In the first round The moment the flying axe rushed to the forest, he turned and jumped off the branch.

There was only the sound of flying axe chopping off the branches. The ranger had already rushed into the forest. In the darkness, he was as sharp as a fox, quietly silent, with the fingers of his hand guard flashing on the beating bow string.

"The hunt...started!"

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