In the middle of the night, the fugitives were breathing extremely heavily, and the leaves stained with blood were dancing around in the wind. Ghostly whistling sounds came and went in the forest, mixed with the strange screams of wild creatures. Maybe they also smelled the blood.
The smell, hiding in the darkness, peeking at everything on this cruel night.
The rickety troll leaned against the tree trunk. He looked around vigilantly, like a vigilant beast. The cheeks engraved with charms were already soaked with sweat, not only because of nervousness, but also because of pain.
This is not a hunt, this is an escape!
The wound on his right eye began to hurt again. Even though a year had passed, this hideous wound, just like his hatred, had never healed.
He will never forget how he was forced into a corner on the battlefield in Yonge Forest, and how his eyes were cruelly gouged out after a dying counterattack. The boiling hatred and anger burned in his heart, and every one of them
The cells are frantically calling for revenge, revenge!!
"ah!"
The severed left arm began to bleed again, and pain spread across every wound. They laughed hoarsely, and there was nothing below the old troll's elbow that should have been able to tear the beast apart...
Two hours ago, he personally cut off his arm bit by bit with a bone knife. There was no weapon in the cage, so the bone knife was the one he used to break off his own fangs during countless nights of imprisonment.
It is sharpened silently and is not sharp. The process of cutting off the arm is undoubtedly extremely painful.
But he did not let out even a cry of pain until he broke the jailer's neck with one hand and used his blood to quell his thirst. Until the first small spark of revenge was ignited by his own hands, he could feel a trace of it in the killing.
Smooth and happy! Only by killing and retaliating with your own hands can you please the bloodthirsty and cruel Loa, the wild god he serves.
"Find him!"
"Whatever it takes!"
Faint shouts and fire lights lit up in the forest behind him. The pursuers had arrived. The resting old troll's one eye suddenly opened. He stretched out his dry tongue and licked his lips, as if he was hungry.
The venomous snake was eager for its prey to get close, and the strange three-fingered palm of its remaining right arm was tightly clenching the blood-stained bone knife in its hand.
He couldn't wait to fight! Every bone in his body was roaring crazily for killing.
"bass"
The head of the Elf Ranger who rushed into the forest rose into the sky, and warm blood sprinkled on Zuljin's face. This feeling fascinated him.
But the next moment, the cold wind blew on his face, and the returning reason quickly suppressed the desire to kill. He looked back at the forest that was broken by the noise. Finally, he took a deep breath, turned around and rushed in.
Deeper in the forest.
Freedom! Freedom!
This is what he must get. Only by getting rid of the incompetent pursuers behind him can he return to Amani territory! Only by regaining freedom can he regain control of the already scattered Amani tribe! Only freedom can he
Let him mobilize the army of forest trolls, once again attack the kingdom of the arrogant elves, and use the blood of tens of millions of creatures to console himself for all the failures and humiliations he has endured!
He is Zuljin!
The greatest chieftain and priest of the Amani Trolls, the slayer beloved by Loa, and the destined destroyer of the high elven kingdom Quel'Thalas!
It's not that he can't stand failure, but at least... he can't die here! Humble... like reptiles and wild dogs, die on the land so far away from the battlefield.
"Swish, swish"
He moved forward quickly in the darkness, and the little magic power he obtained with great difficulty on the way to escape was used to heal the wound on his left arm, stop the bleeding, and allow it to heal temporarily.
Such behavior of drinking poison to quench thirst will suppress the powerful self-healing instinct in the troll's body, making it impossible for the severed arm to recover naturally. Over time, he will completely lose his right arm.
But if he doesn't do this, the constant dripping of blood will expose his escape route. After dealing with the high elves for a lifetime, Zuljin knows very well what their rangers can do. Even a drop of blood is enough to keep them in the forest.
Find his hiding place.
Although they don't want to admit it, for forest troll hunters, the elite high elf rangers are the most dangerous natural killers.
But it doesn't matter...because the end of freedom is right in front of us!!
A night of running has exhausted the last trace of strength in the troll chief Zul'jin's body, but he also completed a feat that ordinary people cannot accomplish. He crossed the eastern hillsbrad hills overnight.
forest.
A few kilometers further, you will truly enter the Hinterlands mountains in the wilderness, where another clan of forest trolls, the Evilbranch clan, lives. Although they have almost nothing to do with the Amani clan, as long as you get there, the ancestors will
Erjin no longer has to worry about his life.
"Huh...huh"
Zul'jin's face covered with spells was full of exhaustion. He had to take a rest. The environment in the Hinterlands was several times more dangerous than the Hillsbrad Foothills. He had to ensure that he had enough energy to face it.
Dangers encountered in the wild forest.
And at this moment...
"Whoosh"
A sharp arrow shot from the forest ahead, with the roar of the wind, shot towards Zuljin's head. The threat of danger made the hair on the back of the old troll's neck stand on end.
, he threw himself forward and lay down on the soft ground, while the arrow pierced into the tree trunk behind him crazily, even sending up wood chips flying across the air.
"ah!"
Zul'jin let out a crazy cry. His one eye was full of ferocity and anger. He saw freedom in front of him, but failed at the last moment. This made Zul'jin, who had almost sacrificed everything to seek freedom, completely crazy.
.
He was like a failed gambler at the gambling table, with red eyes. All the killing, all the rage, and all the madness suppressed in his body were completely released at this moment. He gripped the bone knife tightly and pointed in the direction of the arrow.
He rushed out, looking more like a beast forced into a desperate situation than an exhausted prisoner on the run.
Just like a year ago, on the battlefield of Quel'Thalas where the Amani trolls were defeated.
Even if he dies... he still has to recruit ten or hundreds of elves to back him up!
"My destiny...is not in..."
"Bang"
After accumulating strength, the cold blade slapped hard on Zuljin's body, completely interrupting his weak and desperate charge.
A hunter waiting for work and an extremely weak prey. In this desperate situation, the old troll had no way to resist such an attack. His entire forward body flipped up under the blow, and finally he lay down in embarrassment.
on the ground.
"Pa"
The foot wearing the deerskin combat boots stepped on his left arm, and the sharp blade cut through his fingers mercilessly, chopping the three fingers together with the clenched bone knife, and amidst the spurts of blood,
Zuljin suppressed the pain, his one eye was full of hatred, he raised his head, and in the light of approaching dawn, he saw the coming person.
He saw the face that made him gnash his teeth with hatred every night he was imprisoned, wishing to tear apart his bones and devour his flesh.
It was an indifferent face, with the thinness unique to high elves, and the lips that were always pursed had a sharp feeling, and the most important thing was those eyes, those calm eyes, even if they were cutting off the old troll
His fingers, amidst the cruelty of blood splattering, those eyes remained calm.
While Zul'jin was looking at him, the figure wearing green chain armor and the Farstrider's iconic green cloak was also looking at him. After a second, the calm eyes narrowed, letting the expression on his cheeks
It brought a sincere smile.
"Long time no see, Zul'jin..."
"Tai! Rui! Ang! You bastard who took away my eyes! Kill you! I'm going to... kill! You!"
The voice was hoarse, and there was no need to identify the resentment and malice in it. This was the attitude of a true enemy. When he heard the cry, the Elf Ranger pursed his lips, and he let go of Zuljin's arm.
feet, and the next moment, the light of the sword lit up.
"puff"
The sharp blade engraved with the phoenix pattern pierced through the chest, pinning the old troll and his escape route to the ground.
"Uh... you'd better kill me now..."
Zul'jin's remaining single eye was filled with extreme malice. He stared at the elf in front of him. The latter breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down in front of Zul'jin, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and handed the old man a handkerchief.
The blood on the troll's face was wiped clean.
His movements were gentle, like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, with great calmness and elegance. This gesture was almost like an extreme to the desperate troll chief.
"Listen to me, Zuljin, I didn't come here to kill the people I hate. Guys like you are meaningless. You will always be killed by me, sooner or later!"
The elf saw the hatred shining in Zuljin's one eye, and he shrugged:
"I am trying to protect the person I value. She is different from you. Once lost, she will never come back."
A smile appeared on his face, and he threw aside the handkerchief filled with pungent blood. In the night sky filled with the smell of blood, the elf breathed a sigh of relief and whispered:
"You died a year ago, but the idiots in Silvermoon City gave you a new life. Don't worry, you may live for a long time... as a prisoner."
"Look, my pathetic compatriots couldn't stand you and made you almost escape. It doesn't matter. Don't be disappointed in them... Don't take your life for granted. Don't wait until it's too late to learn how to cherish your terrible life.
When you are no longer useful, I will personally end your pain, I promise!"
"Pa"
A large piece of mud with blood was roughly stuffed into Zul'jin's mouth, blocking all his subsequent curses and roars, making the old troll like a beast struggling in the end, but still unable to recover.
Escape from the hands of the hunter.
As a result, the noisy forest became quiet again a few minutes after the two met.
Nearly 10 minutes later, wearing the same style of leather armor and cloak as the elf ranger Tyrion, the guards responsible for guarding Zuljin and other Amani troll prisoners rushed out of the forest. The ranger leading them was particularly bright.
Eyes, unlike others, he was wearing red chain armor, a red cloak, carrying a huge phoenix battle bow, and holding a unique sword in his hand.
When he saw Zul'jin pinned to the ground, struggling and getting weaker and weaker, the ranger captain's eyes showed a sense of relaxation, but when he saw the figure standing next to Zul'jin, his eyes filled with anger again.
There was a sense of shame.
"Captain Lor'themar Theron!"
Ranger Tyrion, who should not be in this place, leaned against the tree trunk, wiping his sword with a handkerchief. After wiping away the last trace of blood, he raised his head and looked at the silent red ranger in front of him:
"The Amani troll chieftain who attempted to escape from prison, and Quel'Thalas felon Zul'jin, has been captured!"
The ranger threw a spell stone to his fellow man in red armor, and he said softly without a trace of emotion:
"I am here to take over the Farstrider prisoner of war camp under the orders of the Sun King and the Ranger General! You can leave at any time and return to Quel'Thalas to report to your prince."
The red ranger stood there, squeezing the spell stone in his hand, not knowing what to say. Tyrion strolled forward, and when he passed Lor'themar Theron, he reached out and patted him.
Shoulder, said softly:
"So, dear senior...it seems you have to go back with failure."
"Bang"
The mantra stone in Red Ranger's hand was tightly clenched at this moment, and he even made a low sound, but in the end, he turned around and left without saying a word.
The moment Lor'themar's figure disappeared into the forest, Tyrion stepped forward and stood in front of the Farstrider rangers in front of him. He said in a deep voice:
"I'm Tyrion Dawnblade! You all know me! I guess I don't need to introduce myself anymore!"
"From now on, I am in charge of the prison camp! I brought a magic cage specially made for Zuljin by the wizards of Silvermoon City, and I want to transfer him to this kind of cell as soon as possible!"
"And, what follows, is the first order I issued after assuming the command of the Hillsbrad Prisoner of War Camp!"
"Due to this nasty prison break, the restless prisoners need to be taught a profound lesson! Therefore, I give the order!"
"All prisoners in the prisoner of war camp except Zul'jin...execute on the spot!"