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.
Originating from the barbaric living habits of the trolls in the barbaric era, these guys don't mind filling their stomachs with humanoid creatures when they are short of food. However, the Amani trolls nowadays rarely maintain the tradition of headhunting, but this title does
It has been passed down and will only be given to the best, most elite and most ruthless troll hunters.
They walked almost silently in the jungle, holding wooden war spears coated with secret voodoo. This insidious weapon could easily break when it penetrated the prey's body, and the broken weapon would destroy the voodoo.
Penetrating deeper into the prey's veins.
They are accustomed to using sharp throwing axes. The lethality of this weapon at short distances is more than ten times that of arrows. High-level headhunters also carry some voodoo trap materials and gadgets with them. The highest-level shadow hunters
You can even summon the power of Loa to fight like the mages.
Of course, no matter which troll clan, the Shadow Hunter is a real big shot. Just for a small Tyrion, it is not enough for the Amani tribe to use such a heavyweight killer.
Well, another thing to say, although the shadow hunter sounds like the same role as the ranger, in fact, in the troll tradition, this is actually a priesthood title...
Headhunters have always been the most troublesome opponents for high elf rangers, and this time, Tyrion has to face 20 headhunters alone... For ordinary rangers, this is almost like sending death.
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In the dark and icy forest, the silent murderous intent dispersed bit by bit under the beating of raindrops, like invisible big hands grasping the beating heart from the darkness.
A troll headhunter with oil paint on his face clenched the spear in his hand. The troll's unique palm only has three fingers including the thumb, but their arms are extremely powerful and they are always hunchbacked.
The posture of leaning on their backs makes the center of gravity very low, which makes the throwing axes and spears they throw more lethal.
He walked forward in the forest, suppressing his breathing. He knew that he was facing one of the best rangers in Quel'Thalas. He showed no fear, but he was a little nervous inside.
There are countless trolls killed by Tyrion. This ruthless ranger captain is very famous among the Amani trolls! Because of this, killing him will be the best proof of strength!
The headhunter stretched out his hand to push aside the low-hanging branches in front of him. Before taking the next step, he keenly discovered the trap under his feet. It was a very rough rope trap, covered with leaves, but the craftsmanship was too rough, maybe
Tyrion didn't have time to hide too much. In short, this was a trap of failure.
The headhunter retracted his feet and sneered in the darkness. 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 beside the trap, that
This suspended feeling made his eyes widen.
"Wow"
The bouncing rope flipped the headhunter upside down into the air. At the moment when the world was spinning, he vaguely saw a sharp light shining in the darkness behind him.
"puff"
The sharp arrow entered the body, and in the forest shrouded in darkness, only the sound of blood dripping on the fallen leaves was left, and the rough trap still existed under the leaves, seeming to represent Tyrion's silent taunt.
On the other side, two troll headhunters were advancing in the forest one after another. Their well-developed sense of smell could easily smell the smell of blood gradually spreading in the forest. They were familiar with that pungent smell because the smell in their bodies
The same wild blood also flows.
There is no mild smell of high elves in this pungent smell of blood, which means...Tyrion is not dead yet, and he has already started his own hunting surrounded by many enemies.
This bad situation made the two headhunters even more vigilant. Every time they took a few steps, they would distinguish the way forward in the dark. The forest terrain of the Hillsbrad Hills was not complicated, at least.
It's not as scary as the forests of Silvermoon Forest and the Hinterlands, but Tyrion has been stationed near this forest for four years, and he knows this forest well.
It's like your own hunting ground.
"Pulp, plop, plop"
A sudden sound in the darkness made the two nervous trolls quickly raise their heads, and saw a large group of night owls flying in the forest, as if the arrival of the trolls had disturbed their quiet hunting.
And at the moment when this scattered sound rang out, a deadly sharp 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 the blood, and when it pierced the ground,
At that moment, this tall troll was nailed to the ground.
"Ah!"
At the moment when the screams sounded, Tyrion's figure jumped down from the branch. What he held in his hands was not an elf sword, but a wooden war spear with the characteristics of a troll. In the darkness
In the forest, the light green voodoo on the war spear is so shocking.
"puff"
The headhunter at the rear reacted quickly enough. The moment his companion was hit by the arrow, his body jumped outwards, but his arm was still scratched by the waving spear. The fragile wooden spear quickly broke during the collision.
, those broken stubbles flying in the darkness pierced into the giant demon's arms like tiny hidden weapons.
The quick-acting voodoo quickly integrated into the headhunter's veins. After reluctantly pulling out the sword, Tyrion trembled for a few seconds. His body became heavy and his breathing became heavy.
"puff"
The sharp blade entered the body, and the cold Elf Ranger flipped the handle, completely shattering the troll's heart. He retreated, and behind him, the headhunter who had been pierced broke free from his restraints and roared towards Tyrion.
, as the ranger waved his left hand, the two elf swords merged into one, and the special-shaped sword caused a whirlwind in the flip of his wrist.
"Bang bang bang"
After three fights, the headhunter lost his weapon and his left arm. Tyrion did not give him any time to rest. He stepped forward, took out an arrow from the quiver with his backhand, and pierced it with the metal blade of his left hand.
His body, the arrow in his right hand pierced his eyes fiercely, piercing his brain.
"puff"
The bloody arrow was pulled out and put back into the bag. Tyrion, who looked a little pale, stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen. The chain armor there was cut open. There were two cuts inside that were cut by a flying ax, and the flesh and blood were turned out.
The wound on his left hand, where he drew the bow, was already dripping with blood.
It is basically impossible to win 1 vs 20 without getting hurt, unless a ranger like his mentor, General Lilesa, can still do it.
"Hmm"
He chewed up the elf secret medicine he carried and applied it to the wound. The stimulating and painful feeling made Tyrion grit 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.
Twenty minutes later, the last surviving headhunter screamed and rushed out of the forest without looking back.
It was like he had escaped from the most terrifying nightmare and ascended to heaven, with a look of horror on his face. Among 20 heavily armed headhunters, he was the only one to survive Tyrion's assassination until now. This terrifying
The pressure, as well as the corpses of his companions who died tragically, had completely broken the tension in the headhunter's heart.
After luckily escaping Tyrion's fatal arrow, he was frightened and rushed out of the forest desperately, but made the most shameful mistake for a hunter.
He has exposed his defenseless back to a deadly opponent, but don't expect him to show mercy.
"Whoosh"
The wooden war spear flew out from the dark forest, like a spear that pierced the prey, and pierced into the flesh and blood on the back of the headhunter. It did not penetrate his body, but it pierced the flesh and blood, cruelly
Voodoo seeps into the body, which also means death has arrived for this headhunter.
"Plop"
The trembling Troll Headhunter couldn't control the trembling of his muscles. He knelt down on the bank of the forest river. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the indifferent leader in front of him. He struggled to beg for a living.
Zuljin looked at the last surviving headhunter indifferently with his remaining one eye. The fearful posture made him feel the malice of the elf boy again. He stretched out his withered and weak hand and clasped it with three fingers.
The neck of the dying headhunter.
"You didn't bring back his head. You brought shame to the Amani clan..."
"Click"
The mysterious spell on Zuljin's upper body shimmered, and a light green light wrapped around his arms. His body, which had become weak due to long-term imprisonment, seemed to have regained nutrients and become muscular again.
Zhang, and the headhunter whose neck he held, seemed to be exposed to the rapid passage of time, quickly weakened, and eventually turned into a terrifying mummy.
"Kaka"
Zul'jin moved his neck, and there was a crisp collision sound between the bones. He looked back at the trolls holding torches behind him, and some of the orcs who were sitting and watching further away, especially the calm light of the orc leader.
, which made him feel a trace of contempt.
The old leader of the Amani trolls snorted and stepped towards the forest of death ahead:
"I will wash away my shame with my own hands... Before I come back with Tyrion's head, Overseer Saurfang, I will leave my army under your temporary control!"
This sentence made the orc leader stunned for a moment. The armored orc nodded. His serious contempt disappeared and was replaced by a look of scrutiny. He said in a deep voice:
"Warchief Orgrim is waiting for news of my victory, Zuljin, there is not much time left for you! The tribe will meet your requirements, but equally, you must also meet our requirements!!"
"Just break Silver Moon City!"
Zul'jin looked back at Saurfang, with a sinister smile on his old face:
"The Amani trolls will become the staunchest allies of the tribe! Thousands of trolls will fight for your warchief under the banner of the tribe! Amani has always kept his word..."
"But before that, I want to enjoy the...little fun of revenge!"
