Azeroth’s Death Track

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The title of headhunter is unique to trolls and represents the best hunters among trolls. They know how to hunt. In the tradition of trolls, hunting is one of the most important parts.

From the barbaric life habits of trolls in the barbaric era, these guys don’t mind filling their stomachs with humanoids when they lack food, but the current Amani trolls have rarely maintained the tradition of headhunting, but this title It has been handed down and will only be given to those best, elite and ruthless troll hunters.

They walked in the jungle almost silently, holding a wooden war spear painted with secret voodoo. This insidious weapon is easy to break when it penetrates the body of the prey, and the broken weapon will put voodoo Deeper into the blood vessels of the prey.

They are accustomed to sharp flying axe. This weapon has more than ten times the lethality of arrows in short distances, and high-level headhunters will also carry some voodoo trap materials and gadgets, the highest-level shadow hunter You can even summon the power of God Loa to fight like the mages.

Of course, no matter which troll clan, the shadow hunter is a real big man, just for a small Tyrion, it is not enough for the Amani tribe to dispatch such a heavyweight killer.

Um, another thing, although the shadow hunter sounds like a role like a ranger, in fact, in the tradition of trolls, this is actually a priest title...

The headhunter has always been the most troublesome opponent of the high elf ranger, and this time, Tyraine has to face 20 headhunters alone... For ordinary rangers, this is almost the same as death.

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In the dark and icy forest, the silent killer was beaten by the raindrops, spreading out little by little, like an invisible big hand, tightening the beating heart from the darkness.

A troll headhunter with oil paint on his face squeezed the war spear in his hand. The troll’s unique palm had a thumb and only three fingers, but their arm strength was great. The stance of the back makes the center of gravity very low, which makes the flying axe and the spear they throw more lethal.

He wandered through the forest, suppressing his breath. He knew that he was facing one of Quel'Thalas's best rangers. He was not afraid, but his heart was a little nervous.

There are countless trolls killed by Tyrion, this fierce ranger captain is very famous among the group of Amani trolls! Because of this, killing him is the best proof of strength!

The headhunter reached out and shook the drooping branches in front of him. Before taking the next step, he keenly discovered the trap under his feet. It was a very rough sling trap, covered with leaves, but the craft was too rough, maybe It was Tyrion who had no time to cover up too much. In short, this was a trap for failure.

The headhunter retracted his foot, he snorted in the dark, and there was a big tree on the left, so the headhunter subconsciously moved a step to the right, but just when his footsteps stepped on the thick fallen leaves near the trap, that His dangling touch made his eyes widen.

"Wow"

The bouncing sling flipped the headhunter upside down into the air. At the moment when the sky was spinning, he saw in a trance a sharp flash of light in the darkness behind him.

"puff"

Arrows entered the body, and in this dark forest, only the ticks of blood dripping on the fallen leaves remained, and the rough trap still remained under the leaves, which seemed to represent Tyrion's silent mockery.

On the other side, the two troll headhunters move forward and backward in the forest. Their developed sense of smell can easily smell the **** smell gradually spreading in the forest. They are familiar with the pungent smell because of their body There is also the same wild blood.

And in this pungent **** smell, there is no mild smell like that of the high elves, that is to say... Tyrion is not dead yet, and he has already begun to hunt himself under heavy siege.

This terrible situation made these two headhunters' inner vigilance one level higher. Every step they took, they would distinguish the way in the dark. The forest terrain of Hillsbrad hills is not complicated, at least Not as scary as Silvermoon Forest and Hinterland Forest, but Tyrion has been stationed near this forest for four years, and this forest is well known.

It's like, your own hunting ground.

"Flickering"

The sudden sound in the darkness caused two nervous nervous trolls to quickly raise their heads and saw a large group of night owls flying in the forest, as if the arrival of the trolls disturbed their quiet hunting.

And at the moment when the scattered sound sounded, a deadly arrow was shot from the branch behind the troll, piercing the chest of the troll in front, the enchantment attached to the arrow shaft was activated by blood, and was puncturing the ground. At that moment, the tall troll was nailed to the ground.

"Ah!"

At the moment when the screaming sounded, Tyrion's figure jumped from the branch. The grip in his hands was not the elven war knife, but a wooden war spear with troll characteristics. In the forest, the light green voodoo on the war spear is so shocking.

"puff"

The headhunter in the rear reacted quickly enough. At the moment when the companion shot the arrow, his body jumped outwards, but his arm was still scratched by the waving spear. This fragile wooden spear quickly broke during the collision. , Those stubble flying in the dark pierced into the troll's arm like a fine broken weapon.

The effective voodoo quickly integrated into the headhunter's veins, and after a few seconds of trembling with Tyrann who had pulled out the sword, his body became heavy and his breathing became heavy.

"puff"

The sharp blade entered the body, the indifferent elven ranger's handle turned over, and the troll's heart was completely crushed. His footsteps retreated. Behind him, the body-hunting headhunter broke free from his restraint and roared towards Tyrion. , Between the swinging of the ranger's left hand, the two elven war blades were merged into one, and the shaped warrior brought a whirlwind in the turning of his wrist.

"Bang bang"

After three encounters, the headhunter lost his weapon and his left arm. Tyrion did not give him time to rest. He stepped forward and pulled a sharp arrow from the quiver with his backhand. The metal blade of his left hand penetrated. His body, the arrow in his right hand pierced his eyes fiercely, piercing his brain.

"puff"

The **** arrows were drawn out and replaced in the capsule. The Tyrion, who was pale, reached out and covered his abdomen, where the chain armor was cut open, and there were two cuts inside the fly axe. Wound, and the left hand of his bow was already bleeding.

A 1 to 20... victory without injury is basically impossible, unless a ranger like his mentor General Liresa is also possible.

"Well"

Chewed the elven secret medicine that he carried with him and smeared it on the wound. The irritating pain caused Tyrion to clench his teeth. After the wound stopped bleeding, he looked around and walked quickly into the depths of the forest.. . Looking for the next prey, he has no time to waste.

After 20 minutes, the last surviving headhunter screamed and rushed out of the forest without looking back.

As if escaping from the most terrible nightmare to heaven, he has a frightened expression on his face, 20 armed headhunters, only he survived the assassination of Tyrion until now, this terrible The pressure, and the bodies of those tragically dying companions, have completely broken the tight strings in the headhunter's heart.

After luckily escaped Tyrion's killing arrow, he was scared and rushed out of the forest desperately, but made the most shameful mistake for the hunter.

He exposed his undefended back to the eyes of his deadly opponent, so don't expect him to be merciful.

"Swoosh"

The wooden war spear flew out of the dark forest, like a spear piercing a prey, and penetrated into the flesh behind the headhunter, and did not penetrate his body, but pierced the flesh, cruel Voodoo penetrated into the body, for the headhunter, it also means that the death is coming.

"Poof"

The troll headhunter trembling all over could not control the twitching of his muscles. He knelt down on the bank of the river in the forest. He raised his head hard and looked at the indifferent leader in front of him. He struggled to beg for life.

Zulkin looked at the last surviving headhunter with his remaining one-eyed indifference. The gesture of fear made him feel the evil spirit of the elf kid again. He stretched out his dry and weak hand and clasped it with three fingers The neck of this dying headhunter.

"You didn't bring his head back, you shamed the Amani clan..."

"Click"

The mysterious mantra on Zul'jin's upper body glowed with a shimmer of light, and the light green light wrapped around his arm. His body weakened by prolonged imprisonment was like regaining nutrients and becoming muscles. Zhang, and the headhunter with his neck buckled, seemed to be exposed to the rapid passing of time, and soon became weak. Eventually, he became a horrible corpse.

"Kaka"

Zulkin moved his neck, and there was a crisp collision between the bones. He looked back at the trolls with the torches behind him, and some orcs who watched from a distance, especially the calm light of the orc leader. , Let him feel a trace of contempt.

The old leader of the Amani troll snorted and walked towards the forest of death ahead:

"My shame, I will wash it myself...Before I come back with Tyrion's head, Warlord Saurfang, my army will leave it to you for the time being!"

This sentence made the orc leader stunned. The armored orc nodded, and his serious contempt disappeared. Instead, a little scrutiny, he said in a deep voice:

"Chief Orgrim is waiting for news of my victory, Zul'jin, not much time is left for you! The tribe will meet your requirements, but also, you have to meet our requirements!!"

"Just break through Silvermoon City!"

Zulkin glanced back at Saurfang, a smile on his old face:

"Amani trolls will become the most steadfast ally of the tribe! Thousands of trolls will fight for your chieftain under the tribal warfare! Amani has always been faithful..."

"But before that, I want to enjoy revenge... a little fun!"

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