Under the icy raindrops, Zuljin danced the ancient war dance of the Amani tribe.
Because of the storm in Nanhai Town, the night became gloomy and gloomy, but in the light of the flames, Zul'jin's dark shadow was distorted bit by bit, like some kind of evil spell, bringing Zul'jin with it.
Erjin's body also began to change in the billowing smoke.
The mysterious and wild ritual was full of the barbaric style of the trolls. The divine power from Loa, who had been worshiped by the Amani tribe for thousands of years, entangled Zuljin's body. Soon, his body turned into a head.
A large golden lynx, this beast stretched out its tongue and licked its sharp fangs. A fatal light burst out from its single eye, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into the darkness.
This mysterious witchcraft made Saurfang, the orc warlord who was watching all this, narrow his eyes. As a clan warrior in the original world, he began to think quickly whether this kind of troll witchcraft could benefit the tribe.
Used?
And in the forest at this time, in the darkness full of the smell of blood, Tyrion grabbed the torn cloak with one hand, bit the other end of the cloth with his mouth, and slapped the cloth with the other hand.
Dead Knot, inside the green cloak, Tyrion applied all the remaining secret medicine to the temporary bandage. He tightened the bandage to the extreme, and used this squeezing method to let the wound affect him.
Reduce to minimum.
After doing all this, he quietly took out the dried meat he carried with him and bit into it bit by bit.
He has no appetite at all, but he must eat... No one knows when support will come or whether it will come. He must ensure that he can survive until that moment...
Tonight's storm in Nanhai Town caused the temperature in this forest to drop a lot. Probably due to the loss of blood, Tyrion felt a long-lost coldness. He stuffed the last piece of dried meat into his mouth and held it with his backhand.
War bow, his own quiver has been empty, and Kaser's quiver still has almost 20 arrows, which is enough for a small battle, but Tyrion knows that Zuljin will not let it go so easily
own.
And at this moment when he was about to run out of ammunition and food, everything in Tyrion's mind became chaotic.
Death, a concept that has rarely been touched in the past 300 years, became clear at this moment. Tyrion in the darkness had a vague intuition. With the level of Zuljin's hatred for him, he estimated that
There is no way to escape this disaster.
As the saying goes, you will truly know what you value most when you are on the verge of death, and in the darkness in front of Tyrion's eyes, the first thing that emerged was his mentor, General Lyresa, on the battlefield.
Cover his back.
In that battle five years ago, without the sacrifice of the general and his adoptive mother, Tyrion would have died in Zul'jin's raid. The nearly 200 years of getting along with her also made her a
The most important relative in Tyrion's heart.
Next was Windrunner's eldest daughter, Alleria, who grew up with him. The last time Windrunner saw her was nearly 2 months ago. She insisted on going to the human kingdom to support the war between humans and orcs.
But Tyrion did not allow her to do this. This fierce quarrel completely shattered the friendship between the two people for nearly a century, just like passers-by.
Then came the old ranger captain Rogelio, who had been his partner for 15 years, and Serente, and then Cassel, who was forced by him to find reinforcements.
He remembered everyone in the camp clearly, and he didn't know if he would have the chance to see them again in the future.
And regarding Zuljin, in the past few years, he has tried to be a prophet to kill Zuljin completely and strangle this future BOSS, but he failed... It is not easy to be a prophet, especially in the ranks.
Quel'Thalas, a harsh elven kingdom.
He tried too hard, but in the end he still couldn't defeat fate.
In this sudden emotion, Tyrion's eyes became hollow little by little. At this moment, he even forgot the most basic thing as a ranger... vigilance!
So, he quickly paid the price for it.
"Buzz"
The darkness behind Tyrion's chaotic thoughts darkened silently. Just when Tyrion felt something was wrong, a pair of crisscrossing sharp claws had already torn his chain armor from behind.
The chain armor made by the master craftsmen of Silvermoon City was like paper. It was torn apart easily, along with Tyrion's flesh and blood. In the severe pain, the ranger rolled forward and rolled forward. At the end of the roll, he turned back
He shot an arrow, but it was easily dodged by the golden lynx walking out of the darkness.
The behemoth walked briskly through the dark shadows of the forest. The moment he saw the behemoth's single eye and the fangs at the corner of its mouth, Tyrion knew...his last battle was coming.
!
"I haven't forgotten that I have a date with you... I'm not late, am I? Tyrion Blade of the Dawn!!!"
"Haha, in order to make this chase more vengeful...run, little guy...obey me and run!"
Tyrion gritted his teeth as the pain from his back kept coming. He wanted to rush forward with his sword and fight, but his reason told him that what he needed now... was to escape in shame.
No...it's a retreat looking for opportunities!
After looking at each other for 3 seconds, Tyrion turned around and rushed into the forest without hesitation. Behind him, Zulkin in the form of the lynx spirit let out a series of hoarse, vicious and deep laughter...
"Hahaha, the game... begins!"
Suddenly, after four years of waiting, the roles of Tyrion and Zul'jin were reversed that night. The former predators became prey, and the prey escaped with a deep sneer.
Licking his claws in the darkness, waiting for the hunter in trouble to usher in the end of death in despair.
In this quiet forest, Tyrion walked quickly, and the wound on his back became more and more painful. When passing by a tall tree, Tyrion climbed up the branch with difficulty, trying to rest, but as he climbed
At the same time as he climbed up the branch, two claws with metallic luster slashed wildly under the tree. In just a few seconds, the tree let out an overwhelmed scream.
"What's wrong with you? Little Tyrion, are you planning to take a rest?!"
"In our game... do you still dare to take a break?!"
"bass"
The moment the tree trunk shattered and collapsed, Tyrion's body jumped up from the fallen tree. The moment he fell to the ground, he felt the evil wind coming from the front. The ranger subconsciously drew out his bow with his backhand, like
He held it in front of him like a shield.
"Kacha"
The hard bow exploded like a bomb the moment Zul'jin's sharp claws came into contact, throwing Tyrion's body backwards. Taking advantage of the cushion when it landed, the ranger rushed forward again without stopping.
Into darkness.
Behind him was a war bow that had been broken into several pieces. It was the weapon that had been with Tyrion for nearly 30 years... just like that, it was destroyed in the dark forest.
"Haha...Now, you are familiar with the rules of the game..."
"You run, I kill... No rest! No buffer... Just like what you did to me back then! Run away, run away... Make my revenge more interesting!"
Zul'jin's breath slowly disappeared behind him. Tyrion gritted his teeth and wiped the bruised blood on his cheek. He took out the magic jewelry he always carried with him from his belt...the one with Zul'jin
Eyes, crystal talismans made.
"Buzz"
The hidden magic shrouded Tyrion's body with a dark light. After taking a few steps, Tyrion's figure, the blood on his body, and his breathing were covered by an invisible light curtain.
It was completely wrapped up, giving him a short period of time to recover physically and mentally.
In this quiet darkness, Tyrion lurked deep in the forest with his seriously injured body. He suppressed his pain, and even his breathing was extremely calm. He knew that in the surrounding darkness, Zuljin was
Peering into his head.
This battle was unfair from the beginning, but Tyrion also expected that a madman would give him justice. He tore off the broken cloak from his back and wrapped it tightly around the wound on his back. He did not make any sound in this slight movement.
During the sound therapy, he heard the sound of raindrops falling in the forest, and through this sound, the shouts of death came from the outside world...the sound of war horses galloping on the earth.
Reinforcements...reinforcements should have arrived!
But this situation is not helpful to Tyrion's situation at this time. If he wants to meet the reinforcements, he must pass through the dark forest in front of him. Will Zul'jin give him this opportunity?
No...that troll must be guarding the road leading out of the forest, waiting for the most suitable moment to deliver the most fatal blow to Tyrion.
Tyrion took a deep breath. He knew that at this point in time, he had to suppress his inner desire for safety. At least until the threat of Zul'jin was eliminated, he had to wait patiently... and at the same time, he had to wait patiently...
The temptation to lose hope.
Hope is like a virus. It will quietly make people lower their guard. It will blind the eyes of the trapped with the darkness of the surrounding world and the light of the distance. But danger is always lurking in every corner, and despair will break out in the oppressive darkness.
, until the trapped people, until Tyrion himself... can no longer fight back!
He knows this better than anyone...
So the battle outside the forest was in full swing, with humans, elves, orcs, and trolls fighting together. But inside the forest, it was quiet like another world, a silent... killing hell.
The vicious old troll is like a cat that has caught a mouse. It is not in a hurry to eat its prey, but wants to enjoy the fun of revenge.
"Seven minutes and 54 seconds have passed... there is no time..."
Tyrion counted the time with his heartbeat in his heart. In the last few seconds of remaining hidden, Tyrion raised his sore arms and held the sword behind his back. His bow had been torn into pieces. Now
, these two knives are his last weapons.
"Fight..."
This is the only thought that comes to Tyrion's mind. He is an excellent hunter and is familiar with the mentality of the hunted prey. Once he chooses to escape, sooner or later he will be defeated by the threat brought by Zuljin.
That's not the ending he wanted!
But just three seconds after he walked out of the hiding place, a hand stretched out from the dark leaves behind him, and then silently put it on his shoulder. At the same moment, Tyrion's hand
The sharp blade slashed hard at the back, but was blocked by another solid weapon.
"clang"
The crisp sound made the two people tremble in their hearts, and at this moment, Tyrion could clearly see the figure lurking in the darkness behind him.
Lor'themar Theron made a gesture to Tyrion in the darkness, threw him a bag of secret medicine to restore the body, and then quietly disappeared into the darkness again, although it was only for less than 2 seconds.
There was no eye contact, but as a high-level ranger with a tacit understanding, he already understood Lor'themar's thoughts.
"The reinforcements are even...escape, I'll cover you!"
This news calmed Tyrion's heart for a moment, but after a moment, he shook his head. In the darkness, his bandaged fingers pointed at himself and then at the darkness in front of him, making a sign of interlaced fingers.
action, and finally clenched his fist violently. At this moment, his eyes narrowed, and the killing intent surging in them represented Tyrion's deepest thoughts.
Challenge destiny again!
"Don't run away!"
"I act as bait, looking for opportunities...waiting for opportunities...to counterattack!"
This answer stunned Lor'themar in the darkness. The next moment, a sharp dagger fell on the grass at Tyrion's feet, representing Lor'themar's answer.
"Then come on!"
Tyrion threw two secret medicines into his mouth, picked up the dagger at his feet, and then held the sword with both hands. He completely threw away the hesitation in his heart. In the darkness, he removed his disguise, stood there, and faced
Looking at the forest that was beaten by the night rain, I shouted loudly:
"Zuljin, stop hiding!"
"You expected me to break down, but the cry you imagined was not a wail! It never will be!"
"bass"
Tyrion's sword pointed forward, his eyes becoming extremely sharp at this moment:
"It's a battle cry! My...first battle cry! Come face me!"
