Hillsbrad Hills is the hinterland of the Kingdom of Alterac. It can be said to be the richest place in the Kingdom of Alterac. In the southeast, it is connected to the declining Kingdom of Stromgard, and in the northeast,
It is connected by a lush forest and the alpine area of the Hinterlands.
In the eyes of the human nations in the northern frontier, the Hinterlands is an out-and-out wild land. It has an extremely high altitude. In the north, it connects to the Stratholme region of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The inner mountains and outer plains pass through almost inconspicuous distances.
Maybe the mountain roads you are walking on are connected, and the mountain roads are full of poisonous gas, and the mountains are filled with wild forests and dangerous beasts.
Such as griffins, wildcats, and even travelers swear that they have seen the shadow of dragons in the mountains of the Hinterlands.
Of course, the above has nothing to do with this war of orcs invading the world, at least at this stage, it has nothing to do with it.
But this war, which is currently only between humans and orcs, will eventually intensify and eventually involve the entire Eastern Kingdom. Even these alien races will not be spared. In the end, the aftermath of this war will completely
Subvert this peaceful world.
"Buzz"
A scorching fireball fell from the sky, illuminating the dim forest in the darkness. The moment it landed, it ruthlessly involved the trees around the landing point. The smoke erupted from the burning flames also burned the surrounding darkness.
It makes it even more gloomy.
A strange creature with orange flame lines all over its body, dragonfly wings, an eagle's head, and a dragon-like tail was hovering in the darkness above the forest. It was dying with its only single eye.
Staring at the ranger struggling to escape in the darkness below, he made a vicious and sharp taunt in the dark forest leading to the Hinterlands.
"Run! Little Tyrion, run! You only have a few minutes left to live. If you play my game and use my rules, you will be dead long ago..."
Most of the Loa gods that Zuljin and his Amani clan serve are beast spirits. These mysterious conceptual creatures can give believers the ability to change appearance similar to that of druids, but compared to the stable transformation of druids, Loa
The changes given by Ah God are all evil and manic, and the transformation time cannot be extended for too long.
But it doesn't make much difference to Tyrion, who has now truly reached a desperate situation and has run out of fuel.
He walked back and forth through the dark forest with difficulty, his face covered with bloodstains and burn scars. Relying on the secret medicine brought by Lor'themar, he could barely move, but he knew that in Zul
In the midst of Jin's murderous killings filled with hatred, there was not much time left for him.
Zul'jin's patience seems to have come to an end. He gave up the lynx spirit that used a knife to cut flesh, and transformed into the more lethal dragonhawk spirit. It seems that he plans to kill Tyrion in the flames falling from the sky.
Full of fear, he was burned alive.
Tyrion's performance at this time was also very consistent with the scene Zul'jin expected. He was running in the sea of flames in embarrassment. He didn't even dare to look back at him. His back was like a rat running away in a hurry.
Forced into the final desperate situation, those lowered eyes must have been filled with desperate fear.
"Ha ha ha ha"
Thinking of this, Zul'jin laughed happily and viciously. He flapped the wings of the dragon eagle and slowly fell from the sky. In the one-eyed glance, Tyrion's hasty escape gesture was so pleasing to the eye.
"Your death is just the beginning, little Tyrion."
"Amani has a new ally. I can see the manic blood surging in those orcs at a glance. It is perfect to use them as weapons to crush Quel'Thalas!"
Zul'jin's voice sounded like a victor in the darkness, and the dark voice carried undisguised malice:
"Perhaps I will mercifully prepare a tomb for you with the words "Burial Place of Elf Ranger Tyrion" on it. You took away my eyes. You brought me the shame of failure. I will take your life."
, it shouldn’t be too much, right?”
"Oh, by the way, after killing your widowed mentor, I will mercifully bury her with you... No need to thank me!"
Zul'jin was already sure of victory. He opened the Dragon Eagle's mouth, and finally a series of scorching flames spurted out from his mouth. In the air less than 30 meters close to the ground, the rain of flames fell at an extremely fast speed.
"Bang"
Tyrion dodged the first shot with difficulty. He saw an open space in the forest ahead, with an excellent view and no obstruction!
That's the best place for an ambush!
His exhausted body burst out with the last of its strength, and amidst the scorching heat that fell one after another behind him, he rushed towards the open space crazily, and the moment he threw himself into the open space, his back was hit by the last drop from the sky.
When the fire ball hit, the whole person was like a falling rock, rolling in the air and crashing awkwardly on the edge of the open space.
He was lying on the ground, the lining of the chain armor on his back was ignited, and weak flames were burning behind him. His whole body was motionless, and he looked as if he was completely dead.
This scene made Zuljin stunned.
The ruthless troll chief had fantasized about Tyrion's various ways of death, but this was the only one. This... death was too quiet, too sudden, so sudden that he couldn't accept it, and he
He flapped his wings subconsciously and slowly fell from the sky, wanting to see if this guy was pretending to be dead or if he was really dead.
Behind him, in the ignited forest, in the shadow of the dancing flames, a red figure slowly stood up from the branches, holding a giant war bow engraved with phoenix patterns in his hand in the air, specially designed for
The armor-piercing arrows rested steadily on the war bow.
Lor'themar Theron's eyes were fixed on the dragonhawk descending in the darkness. He knew that this was the only chance Tyrion fought for for him.
Just like when they sniped at the dragon knight on the sea before, the two rangers, who were not closely related, actually had a vague understanding between life and death. However, this was different from the previous two people who joined forces to save Dai Lin.
Regarding the issue of the Amani Trolls and Zul'jin, even warriors in Quel'Thalas who are naturally hostile will spontaneously unite together.
No one wants to see Zul'jin return to the Amani tribe, so...
"Please...die here!!"
At the moment when Zul'jin's dragon eagle was about to touch Tyrion, Theron's bandaged fingers spread apart, and the strong vibration of the bowstring easily shattered the bandages on his fingers, causing blood to burst out wantonly.
And the armor-piercing sharp arrows stained with blood, like meteors in the darkness, rushed towards the most vulnerable abdomen of Zuljin's dragon eagle body.
"Whoosh"
At a distance of nearly 400 meters, it takes time for the arrow to contact the target, and the transmission of sound is always faster than the actual object. The moment he heard the sound of the bowstring, Zul'jin was startled, flapping his wings and was about to fly, and just then
At this moment, Tyrion, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his arms, jumped up from the spot, and grabbed Zuljin's body with his hands full of burns.
The blood-soaked dagger he held tightly in his hand stabbed into his body, and Tyrion gritted his teeth, seeming to roar from his soul, mixed with all the anger and unyieldingness.
"This...wasn't...your! Game from the very beginning!!"
Zuljin's one eye faced Tyrion's eyes. In those eyes, there was pain, hatred, anger, and murderous intent...but there was nothing he wanted to see...fear!
"puff"
Zuljin, who was caught unable to take off, felt the magic arrow pierce the most vulnerable abdomen of the Dragon Eagle Spirit in the next moment. The sharp arrow pierced his flesh and blood, destroying the beast in an instant.
In line with the spirit, Zul'jin let out a cry of pain, and his figure suddenly changed back to the troll form, entangled with Tyrion, and fell from the low altitude.
Trolls are not that easy to kill, they heal themselves like wild beasts.
But the moment he landed, Zuljin felt the numbness of the wound, which almost made his lower body lose the ability to move.
"Poison! You actually use poison!"
Tyrion, who fell beside him, roared like a dying beast, jumped up and sat on Zuljin, holding Zuljin's neck with his left hand, his bloodshot eyes,
Just like on the battlefield five years ago, the troll chief even felt a faint fear:
"Everyone will die, and not everyone can live! Zuljin! Die here!"
"puff"
The dagger in Tyrion's right hand pierced Zuljin's neck again, blood flowed freely, and the crisis of death rushed towards him.
"Get away!"
"Bang"
Tyrion was too weak. Zuljin raised his fist and knocked his body away with one punch. Lor'themar, who rushed out of the forest, caught Tyrion's body and knocked out several of them with his backhand.
The secret medicine was stuffed into his mouth.
The ranger who shot the fatal arrow raised his head and saw Zuljin sitting up in the open space. He pulled out a bone dagger from his waist, raised the knife and cut off the arrow shaft remaining in his abdomen. It seemed that
It was a suicidal act, but this reckless breaking made the enchantment that held the arrow together ineffective, allowing the arrow that was constantly enlarging the wound to be clamped by the abdominal muscles.
"How despicable!"
Zul'jin spat a mouthful of bloody saliva. He looked at Lor'themar and cursed loudly:
"When did the proud elves of Quel'Thalas learn to use poison? I thought only rough trolls like us would do this!"
Faced with this kind of ridicule, Lor'themar did not fight back. He chose a more direct method. The huge battle bow was thrown aside, and his unique two-handed heavy sword was drawn with his backhand. The phoenix emblem was engraved on both sides. It was made by the elf.
The blade made by the master shimmered with sharp light under the moonlight.
"puff"
"Ahhhh!!!"
Facing Lor'themar who rushed towards him like a tiger, Zuljin, who was using voodoo to dispel the poison, waved a bone dagger to block the blow, but how could flesh and blood be the opponent of steel? When the smelly blood spattered everywhere,
In the meantime, Zuljin's left arm flew into the sky amidst his screams.
"It hurts so much, go to hell! Go to hell!!"
The left hand engraved with Loa charms hit the ground stained with blood, and was still beating nervously. After it, Zuljin, who felt the threat of death, ignored his seriously injured body and forcibly summoned the spirit of the beast again.
.
"Ouch!"
Accompanied by a bear roar, a huge black giant bear appeared in the clearing. It had a vicious one-eyed corner and a mutilated front paw. It only relied on one claw and the huge power given by the spirit of the beast.
, in a moment of shame, the blade that chopped off Lor'themar was blocked in front of him.
"Tear it apart"
The fur of the giant bear was tough. Lor'themar's sword blade scratched its body, leaving a hideous wound, but it failed to completely cut off the claws like before. Zul'jin was completely forced to a dead end.
He became fierce, and the bear head of his transformed beast spirit roared, using its hard skull to withstand Lor'themar's slash, he raised his upper body, waved the remaining bear claw, and slapped Lor'themar with one claw.
chest.
"Bang"
After all, the ranger is not a warrior. Although his movements are more vigorous and lethal, in a head-on confrontation, the slender figure of the elf ranger really does not have an advantage.
The blow under the threat of death knocked Lor'themar's body several steps away. Taking this opportunity, Zul'jin took two steps back. Loa's divine power rolled in his body, causing his body to collapse again.
In the midst of the change, amidst the shrill violence of the eagle, a black eagle with deformed wings flew up from the spot with difficulty and galloped towards the night sky.
"I won't die here! Tyrion, remember this!"
"When Quel'Thalas is destroyed by war, I will come to find you again! I will kill everyone around you! I will strangle everyone in the Windrunner family with my own hands!! I am Amani
I swear in my name!"
"Swish swish"
The moment Zul'jin roared, three sharp arrows flew out from below, piercing the space and piercing his body fiercely. Black eagle feathers flew into the sky, and he screamed miserably.
Zuljin also completely lost his balance and fell diagonally from the sky towards the clearing in the forest.
Outside the burning forest, Tyrion, whose whole body was in terrible condition, put down the phoenix battle bow with difficulty. His body swayed, and just before he fell, he used the battle bow to support his body.
, and what burst out from those eyes was a look that was in sharp contrast to the weak body.
Sharp as a knife... I swear to kill this damned, indestructible fate.
"Where do you want to go? You don't want to go anywhere!"
