Zul'jin is a high-level troll priest who can control the power of Loa. Although he is still one step away from becoming a high-level priest Shadowhunter who serves Loa, in his heyday, he was not the same as Tyrion and Lor'themar.
The little Ranger Captain can fight it.
In the war five years ago, the ranger general of Silvermoon City and the strongest ranger, Lylessa Windrunner, paid the price of serious injuries. With the help of Tyrion and a group of elite rangers, she was trapped in the trap of Silvermoon Forest.
, captured Zuljin.
It was a tragic battle, but to be honest, everyone thought that the sacrifice in that battle was worth it.
After losing Zuljin, the Amani clan weakened almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the troll society that exists in the form of tribes, a wise leader is worth tens of thousands of troops...
During these five years of imprisonment, Zul'jin's injuries have never fully recovered. In fact, even now, he is still fighting with Tyrion and Lor'themar with a seriously injured body.
It can be said that if Zul'jin was not so obsessed with revenge and left himself even one day to cultivate, this tragic battle would have a different ending.
Defeating the strong with the weak is often called a miracle, but in the world of Azeroth, high-level beings crush low-level beings in all directions. As long as this high-level strong person has a little bit of brains, he can defeat low-level opponents.
During the pursuit, he escaped unharmed.
Just like the orc warlord Saurfang who is trekking in the forest at this time...
Even if Dai Lin personally led the high-powered human army to hunt down the injured Saurfang, it was still not something that those human infantry could fight against. As a high-level warrior, Saurfang had great control over his own strength and anger.
, enough to allow him to fight bravely and never fall behind when facing opponents several times his own.
As for Dai Lin, who was able to fight back and forth with him and get injured...please, do you really think that His Majesty Dai Lin can become the commander of the Alliance Navy just because of his noble status?
Wrong! Dailin Proudmoore, in addition to his noble status, is also one of the strongest warriors in the human world in this era...
"Ah, this mission was a complete failure..."
Saurfang was supported by Red Blackhand and trudged forward in the dark forest. His battle ax was carried behind him by another orc who was covered in blood. Behind him, there were less than 20 remnant soldiers.
The other more than 100 elite orc warriors who followed him had died on the battlefield and under Dai Lin's encirclement and suppression.
"What a shame!"
The warlord closed his eyes tiredly, stretched out his hand, and signaled that the troops could stop and rest. They had gone deep into the forest, and it was not suitable for human knights to march here. And if Dai Lin had any brains, she would not send human infantry in.
Die.
"It's not your fault, Overseer!"
Reid took out the dried meat from his pocket and gave it to Saurfang. He ate it himself and comforted:
"There is nothing wrong with your arrangement. It's all the fault of the reckless troll chief Zuljin. If he hadn't insisted on hunting down the elf ranger alone, we wouldn't have fallen into a human siege and ambush."
"If you lose, you lose, Red!"
Saurfang swallowed the hard pieces of meat with difficulty, and said softly: "Humans didn't use any tricks. They defeated us openly on the battlefield. That human king, Dai Lin... he must
He will become the warchief’s most formidable opponent in conquering this continent.”
"But they outnumber us three times!"
Red Blackhand retorted somewhat unconvincingly: "There is also a night raid, I don't think this is an upright victory!"
"We are orcs, Red... Our natural strength is more than three times that of humans..."
Saurfang said coldly:
"Is defeating the same number of humans worth boasting about? We came to this world from our dying world, and all creatures in this world regard us as enemies! If we cannot face our failure, then sooner or later we will be defeated by our own
Arrogance defeats... Remember that human, Red, if you have the chance, you will kill him no matter how many casualties you have to pay!"
"I understand, Overseer..."
Reid responded in a deep voice, but the next moment, he asked:
"Then let's go back like this?"
"No! We have to find Zuljin. No matter whether he is alive or dead, we have to take him back. The warchief has other plans for him! And it is very important."
"Overseer! Overseer!"
The orc scout sent to explore the road ran back quickly. He pointed behind him panting and said to Saurfang:
"We found scorched and extinguished woods ahead, which should be the traces of the battle just now, and we also found this!"
The scout handed the thing in his hand to Saurfang, who took one look at it and narrowed his eyes.
It was a fragment of the Farstrider's cloak. It was stained with the smell of some kind of special medicine and residual blood stains. Judging from the fragments, it seemed that its owner had been attacked by some kind of wild beast.
"It seems to be left behind by Zuljin...that weird witchcraft, turning into the fighting mode of a beast...He is right in front!"
The warlord clenched the cloth in his hand tightly, and he suddenly felt an ominous feeling. Perhaps, Zuljin might not be able to complete his revenge.
"Don't rest! Hurry! Follow me to find him! Zuljin can't die...at least not now!"
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Zul'jin's body was lying on the grass covered with blood. He didn't know whether his good luck had run out, or Tyrion was too lucky. One of the three arrows that pierced his chest was pierced.
His lungs made it difficult for the old troll to even breathe.
Every breath he took was accompanied by extreme pain, and there was disgusting blood foam at the corner of his mouth. This kind of injury could no longer be recovered by the divine power of Loa in a short time.
Lor'themar limped forward with a big sword in his hand. He looked at Zuljin who was dying. He raised the knife and chopped off the guy's right arm. After doing this very cruel thing,
After that, his fingers were still beating on the hilt of the sword, and it seemed that he wanted to chop off Zuljin's head with one sword, but like Tyrion, Lor'themar, the ranger captain, also knew one thing.
For high-level priests like Zuljin who master the secrets of voodoo, the body is just a carrier for them. What they pursue is the immortality of the soul.
In this case, once Zul'jin is killed in an incorrect way, his soul can still exist in the world, and is directly summoned back to Zul'Aman, the Holy Land of the Amani Trolls, in some mysterious ritual.
After a long period of recuperation there, he will be reborn as another person.
This is equivalent to giving Zuljin his freedom in disguise.
And here's the problem. With Zul'jin's current condition, both arms were cut off, his lungs were injured, and toxins still remain in his lower body. Even if he wanted to commit suicide, he couldn't...
"boom"
Lor'themar rummaged through the bag of voodoo materials that Zul'jin carried, and finally threw a strange bottle emitting blue light at Tyrion's feet. The latter took a look and took it away with disgust.
Got up.
"Do I really want to drink it?"
Tyrion's face showed disgust as if he was facing torture, while Lor'themar's always stern face showed a shy smile:
"Drink, drink, this is a good thing, newly squeezed magic essence. In your current situation, you need this kind of thing. It can quickly restore your vitality, uh, although... the taste may not be that good.
..."
Mojo, this is another thing that belongs to the bad tradition of trolls. To put it simply, this thing is equivalent to a concentrated product of vitality and magic power, which is extracted from the living body in a very cruel way.
It is used in some evil rituals, or for witch doctors to quickly restore magic power during battles.
Its taste is just like its cruel production process. Just taste it once and you will know what the most terrifying malice in the world is.
"vomit!"
Tyrion pinched his nose and drank the small bottle of magic essence. When he felt the viscous liquid flowing into his body, he threw away the bottle, feeling like he had eaten a slug alive.
He turned around and started retching.
But this thing was disgusting. After drinking it, Tyrion could feel a warm feeling rippling through his cold body, which quickly restored his energy.
"Give me the knife!"
Tyrion took a deep breath, picked a handful of leaves from the side, and stuffed it into his mouth, using the raw taste to cover up the remaining breath of the magic spirit. He waved to Lor'themar, who waved his hand.
Yang, an exquisite red dagger, fell into Tyrion's hands.
This guy really likes red things.
Holding the dagger, Tyrion walked up to Zuljin. He looked down at the troll chief, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his pale mouth:
"Five years ago, I took away your right eye... Do you think that was a shame?"
"Now the game is over, winner takes all, I'm going to take everything I have, I won't show mercy..."
"Your other eye and your life belong to me!"
Lor'themar shook his head and turned around, unwilling to see this cruel scene. Behind him, Zuljin's painful roar sounded like a night owl in the darkness, but when the painful roar reached its peak,
At that moment, the sound of a blade cutting off bones made Lor'themar turn around abruptly.
He saw Tyrion holding the Phoenix Heavy Sword that belonged to him, and chopped off the horrible head of Zul'jin.
"You just killed him?"
Lor'themar frowned, and Tyrion did not answer. Instead, he tore off Zuljin's torn clothes, wrapped Zuljin's head, and held it in his hand:
"After catching him last time, my mentor wanted to kill him personally. At that time, I listened to her conversation with Councilor Dar'Kan. The mage told my mentor to completely kill Zuljin's soul.
It's a complicated step, but if you can use his head to cooperate with his magic spirit, you can summon his escaped soul back and seal it..."
"But the whimsical bureaucrats of Silvermoon City ruined everything. They forcibly extended the life of a villain who should have died long ago for five years!"
Tyrion shook his head and handed the head in his hand to Lor'themar:
"Bring it back to Quel'Thalas as quickly as possible!"
Lor'themar obviously had different ideas. He looked at the disgusting head in his hand. The slightly mystical ranger captain raised his eyebrows and said:
"Or we can bring it to Dalaran, which is closer. I believe that His Royal Highness, who is extremely knowledgeable in magic, must have a similar method to completely eliminate the threat of Zul'jin... And the elimination of this threat will also
It will make the prince's reputation in Quel'Thalas even higher! Dar'Khan has been opposing His Highness the Prince in the Silver Moon Council, and he is a restless and dangerous person!"
Faced with this idea, Tyrion did not stop him, he just shrugged:
"Just go with it. Anyway, this is the best we two rangers can do...be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, Lor'themar, who had his back to the dark forest behind him, was thrown to the ground by Tyrion. The whistling ax flew out of the dark forest at the same moment, almost grazing Tyrion's hair.
It cut hard into the trunk of the tree behind it, causing flying wood debris.
Under the weak firelight in the forest, Saurfang, who was carrying a battle ax, rushed out of the forest with the remaining orc soldiers. At a glance, he saw the mutilated body of Zuljin, who had lost his head on the ground.
The ultimate failure of the mission, coupled with the humiliation brought about by the loss of soldiers and generals, was like a burning rage that instantly burned away Saurfang's remaining sanity.
"boom"
The thick tree trunk hugged by the three people collapsed under Saurfang's furious blow. The orc warlord's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon in the firelight. The spine battle ax in his hand pointed forward, where Tyrion
and Lor'themar's figure had rushed into the dark forest.
