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The eavesdropping location chosen by Valeera was very ingenious. It was just outside the guard range of the Amani troll, and she could barely hear the voices coming from inside the tomb.

The conversation was conducted in Trollspeak.

Since Farstrider and Ranger units often "deal" with trolls, the language of trolls is no stranger to them.

Sharlayan didn't speak the language of trolls, but he could make a rough guess.

As a spy, Valeera has received strict training from Backlight Blade, and her troll language is the most proficient among the four.

After the voice of the words gradually faded away, Valeera gestured for the three to gather around, and lowered her voice as much as possible, and relayed the content of the conversation between the two.

"Sharlayan really hit the mark."

Valeera's expression was very solemn: "Zul'jin knew that he could no longer force the orcs who had made up their minds to stay, and he made one last request before parting ways."

As descendants of an old acquaintance family who has had friendship with trolls for thousands of years, Vereesa and Lylas have also studied troll language in depth.

Vereesa clenched the bow arm in her hand with a gloomy expression: "Take the head of the Ranger General and severely damage the morale of Quel'Thalas... How dare they!"

Sharlayan suddenly stood up from his hiding place and drew his great sword from behind.

"You can't let that traitor go, you must catch him face to face, and you should act immediately!"

"Wait……"

Valeera guessed Sharlayan's plan and reached out to stop him, but unfortunately her movement was half a beat too late.

Sharlayan had rushed to the square in front of the tomb with his great sword in his hand.

"Ugly creatures with blue faces and fangs! Look over here, Sharlayan Deep Shadow is here!"

Valeera covered her face with her hands, with an expression of not being able to bear to look directly at it.

Lailas smiled wryly and shook his head. Even Vereesa, who had been acting very calm before, showed surprise.

"Lylas, has he always been like this?"

Lailas twitched his mouth: "It's the same... Shall we go up to support him?"

"Do not."

Valeera rubbed her flaky cheeks, and deliberately said with a stern face: "Let that idiot with muscles in his brain attract the firepower, let's get down to business first."

...

Jumping out of the hiding place, Sharlayan first let out a battle roar to enhance his combat power.

Seeing his reckless behavior, the barrage that had been quiet before became active again.

"666! Indecision is reckless, worthy of being a soldier."

"Heaven to the left, warriors to the right! Rush..."

"Is it true that Sharlayan used a battle cry? Why do I feel like he's mocking?"

"Excellent fighters must learn to add taunting effects to battle roars and command roars. Wouldn't it be better to press one less skill? (Funny)"

"Let's stop joking here, don't you think the situation is not good?"

After recapturing the ancestral tomb, the Amani trolls deployed a large force here.

Sharlayan's yelling and cursing in Salas language spread quickly, and could be vaguely heard even at the foot of the mountain.

There are at least a dozen trolls that can be seen in front of them, and they can guess with their buttocks that more enemies are rapidly gathering.

At the moment of the crisis, Sharlayan felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and an expectant and ferocious smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Crazy criticism of war madness, I love it!"

"Let's talk about it if we can survive, I always feel that this wave is going to be cold."

"No! Finally, there is a real live broadcast from another world, and I want to continue watching it!"

Sharlayan, who had entered the fighting state, had no time to pay attention to the barrage. The high anger made him feel that the cells in his whole body were active, and the heavy two-handed sword in his hand seemed to be much lighter.

"There is a high elf invasion! Kill him!"

"For the glory of Amani!"

Sharlayan's unexpected actions had a "shock and awe" effect on both the enemy and us.

When Valeera led Vereesa and Lylas to continue the operation secretly, the Amani troll was stunned for a moment before reacting.

After regaining their senses, the trolls were suddenly enraged, shouting and yelling, and surrounded Sharlayan.

A headhunter was the first to throw the throwing ax in his hand, Sharlayan lightly lifted the big sword during the charge, and bounced the hidden weapon away with the blade of the sword as big as a door panel.

It was difficult for a warrior in the charging state to be restrained. In the blink of an eye, Sharlayan used his angular shoulder armor to fly a troll witch doctor who was muttering righteously and took out his totem.

Witch doctor is an ancient spellcasting profession inherited by trolls. Their combat ability is not strong, and they mainly take on the role of healing and assistance in battle.

In the words of barrage, this is called cutting the milk first when starting a group, and there is a similar saying in Azeroth.

A witch doctor is a spellcasting profession, and his physical fitness cannot be compared with that of a troll warrior.

The impact with the kinetic energy of the charge sent the witch doctor with all kinds of strange pendants flying upwards. He flew back in embarrassment and hit the mountain wall, and passed out on the spot.

Sharlayan, who was in good condition, held the big sword with one hand, pushed away the tomahawk of one of the shield-wielding trolls with his backhand, and quickly followed up with a fist in his left hand, hitting the opponent's eye socket with a head-on punch.

The troll who was facing Sharlayan didn't expect him to use such a strange move. He punched him so hard that his eyes were dazzled, and his head was chopped off before he recovered his senses.

Sharlayan was not satisfied with abolishing a witch doctor and killing a shield-wielding guard face to face. He longed for more passionate battles.

The joint attack of the second wave of five trolls did not disappoint him.

The two headhunters distanced themselves and threw their long-range weapons. The Sharlayan chicken thief moved and used the two troll warriors who had already rushed to block the long-range enemy's shooting trajectory.

The troll warrior who rushed to the front held a long-handled battle axe, and took advantage of the troll's height and long hands to leap high and chop the weapon down.

Sharlayan didn't choose to take it hard, and turned his body slightly, letting the long-handled battle ax scrape the edge of his body and smash into the ground.

At the same time, the troll with two knives on the other side had already come to Sharlayan's side, and a thief flashed gloomily behind him, holding a green dagger in his hand.

Ignoring the big ax troll for the time being, Sharlayan held the big sword tightly in both hands and attacked the two-blade troll.

Although rangers can also fight in close combat, their fighting style is based on dexterity, and the ultimate goal is to increase the distance.

The troll seldom saw such a reckless high elf, and under his habitual thinking, he thought that Sharlayan would take the opportunity to retreat and temporarily avoid the edge.

Sharlayan, who did not take the usual path, did not retreat but advanced, and a round of onslaught with offense and no defense beat the double-knife troll to the left and right.

"Boom!"

After narrowing the distance, he hit a headbutt, completely breaking through the two-handed troll's defenses. Sharlayan stretched out his left hand and grabbed his neck. The muscles on his arm bulged, and he swung the tall troll backwards.

The double-knife troll's body was cut in half by the big ax that came again in mid-air, and the slightly less castrated big ax took advantage of the opportunity to slice on Sharlayan's chest and left upper arm.

Even with the protection of the chain armor, the armor was not cut directly, the ax made Salayan's face turn pale with pain, and the impact force attached to the big ax made his left hand temporarily lose consciousness, and his chest felt tight for a while. .

But Sharlayan's goal has been achieved.

Seeing that the poison-smearing dagger from behind was about to pierce the gap in Sharlayan's armor, the troll thief who thought he had succeeded suddenly felt a huge force coming from his side.

After smashing the thief troll into the air, Sharlayan endured the pain in his left arm, dropped half of the corpse in his hand, and rolled on the ground without a trace.

This round of tumbling happened to escape the pursuit of the big ax troll, and the ax handle slammed backwards failed to hit the target, which affected his body balance instead.

Relying on the big ax troll's huge body to block the sight of the headhunters, Sharlayan got up from the ground and charged again, hitting one of the headhunters with his chest sunken, obviously hopeless.

Before the other headhunter could react, the great sword in Sharlayan's hand suddenly swung horizontally, cutting off the enemy in half.

Inserting the greatsword into the ground, Sharlayan snatched the unthrown flying ax from the headhunter's hand with his still moving right hand, and threw it at the giant ax troll who had just turned around after a little power.

"Crack!"

Hit by a hidden weapon on the head, the giant ax troll lost all strength quickly, and fell to his knees with his eyes wide open, and the heavy giant ax fell to the ground with a bang.

Being knocked into a coma by the corpses of his comrades-in-arms, the thief troll had just stood up, and the tragic scene in front of him made him dare not attack alone for a while.

The barrage exploded again after this round of fierce confrontation.

"Damn it! Fucked! It really made him crazy!"

"Sharlayan is awesome! (Broken sound)"

"Don't be too happy (tremble), Sharlayan's left hand is useless, there are still many trolls, and the next thing is the focus."

"Qiu Li Gao! Retreat quickly, you have already bought enough time!"

Looking at the other trolls who had temporarily stopped their movements with uncertain faces, Sharlayan pulled out the big sword from the ground with one hand, kicked the lower edge of the sword with his left foot, and carried the big sword to his shoulder again with the help of centrifugal force. He raised his chin provocatively at the remaining trolls.

"Come on, why are you standing there? Don't you think I can't hold a weapon?"

Under the effect of the high-speed healing ability, Sharlayan's injured chest and left arm are recovering rapidly, but he has not revealed this information for the time being.

Glancing at the three-person team that was scrambling to move out of the corner of his eye, Salayan let out a long breath of foul air.

‘Little squirrel, I hope you won’t let my efforts go to waste. '