"Ranger is not a warrior, all our attacks focus on skills."
"For a ranger, when faced with a sharp blade slashing at the body, the best way to deal with it is to dodge and then seize every opportunity to counterattack!"
"Tyrion! If you want to be an excellent ranger, you must use reason to suppress your excessive desire to attack..."
"boom"
The training sword she suddenly swung in her hand failed to hit her opponent. Instead, her forward body was hit in the arm by her precise attack. The next moment, the weapon was released.
The young figure stood there blankly. After a moment, he lowered his head:
"Got it, mother!"
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"Wow"
The sudden memories were shattered into millions of fragments at this moment. Tyrion's consciousness returned to his body. At this moment, his body ended its free fall and hit the soft grass like a stone.
He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. In front of his eyes, the phoenix epee, which had been smashed away by brute force, was spinning in the air, grazing his head and piercing into the grass.
The blade of the sword was already covered with blood stains, both from his opponent and from him.
"Shua"
The sound of breaking wind caused by the all-destroying battle ax rang in Tyrion's ears. The ranger forced himself to hold up his groaning body with every bone. He pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword next to him and used both legs to roll toward the other side.
, narrowly dodging the falling battle ax.
"boom"
The forest floor was completely cut open by this blow, and the tyrannical power attached to the battle ax even stirred up a storm in the air, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground everywhere.
"Snapped"
The axe-wielder didn't leave Tyrion any time to rest, and struck with another brutal blow. The ranger could only block the blow with his heavy sword. At the moment when the weapons collided, his body was once again ripped from its original position.
He flew to the ground and flipped several times in the air before landing on his feet, barely able to stand firm.
Orc Warlord Saurfang took a step forward, pointing the Spine Battle Ax in his hand at Tyrion in front of him. The blood-red eyes unique to the orcs were filled with unquenchable anger:
"Are all the rangers in Quel'Thalas as tough as you?"
The warlord snorted coldly: "It seems that Zuljin lied to me. That place is probably a tough nut to crack!"
"Huh...huh"
What answered him was Tyrion's heavy breathing mixed with pain.
He looked at the orc warlord in front of him. Every time this guy swung his ax, the huge force carried by the weapon could not be resolved with skills. As long as the weapons collided, the rhythm of the attack would be completely broken by him. In front of such a arrogant opponent,
Tyrion has almost no chance of winning.
But so what...
The ranger clenched his blood-covered teeth. He held the hilt of the Phoenix Heavy Sword with both hands and pointed the blade at the tall orc warlord in front of him.
He knew who the orc in front of him was. His name was Saurfang. He could be recognized by his iconic armor and battle axe. This guy would become a hero of the new tribe in the future. Tyrion also knew that his military power was powerful.
How strong, just like the fate that he couldn't shake despite all his efforts, it was so strong that it made him despair...
But at this point, if we can't fight... shouldn't we just fight?
"ah!"
Tyrion let out a cry, and the soft soil beneath his feet spread outwards, allowing the ranger to charge again with his sword.
Seeing the blood-covered elf's powerful charge, the orc warlord's eyes flashed with admiration.
"Well, the trapped beast is still fighting, and the momentum is good..."
"boom"
The battle ax was swung casually, and the anger that enveloped the body of the orc warlord was as real as the bloody sword light. Tyrion rolled again and was smashed to the ground behind him, and blood splashed in the air.
Come.
"But...that's it...the power is really...weak."
"Bang bang bang bang"
The collision of the battle ax and the heavy sword was like the sound of a blacksmith's furnace, so harsh in the forest at dawn. Around the battlefield where the two men fought, all the big trees that were as thick as each other's arms had been violently attacked by Saurfang.
The offensive was flattened.
Tyrion was at an absolute disadvantage, and he had no advantage at all in front of the furious Saurfang.
He should be lucky that Dailin, who was rescued by him, seriously injured Saurfang with his own weapon on the previous battlefield, and after a night of fighting, the brave orc warlord was completely out of shape.
If it was Saurfang in his prime... his head would have been chopped off at the moment of the battle.
This is a terrifying opponent. In Tyrion's senses, the crazy orc warlord is even more terrifying than his mentor, General Lyresa, the strongest ranger in Quel'Thalas.
Of course, this may also be an illusion. After all, Tyrion's will is a little blurred at this time.
Under the attack of the tomahawks like a violent storm, the ranger could only passively block with difficulty, and every heavy blow would make his bones make a cracking sound.
The battle only lasted less than 10 minutes, and the last trace of strength in Tyrion's body was completely drained by the violent orc warlord in front of him.
There was a ferocious outward wound on his chest, which was the souvenir of his passing by that axe.
His left leg was shaking abnormally, which was the scar left by being kicked from behind by a violent orc.
His left eye was almost blind, and every movement of his body made his mind sting. This was the sequelae of being hit by the orc's iron-clad fist when he was trying to fight.
He could even feel waves of coldness on the back of his neck, as if death was lying on his shoulder, laughing wildly and joking with him.
"It's been long enough! You've held on long enough! Such a defeat is not a shame!"
"Fall down!"
In the roar of the orc warlord, Tyrion was kicked in the chest by him, and his whole body fell to the ground. When he opened his eyes, he could see the bloody battle ax being chopped off on his head.
Under the influence of his instinctive desire to survive, Tyrion desperately raised the heavy sword in his hands and faced him like a shield.
"Click"
With a crisp sound, the last weapon given by Lor'themar suddenly broke under the brute force.
"boom"
But because of this, the changed direction of the battle ax rubbed against Tyrion's waist and cut hard into the ground. This sudden change caused the movements of the orc warlord who was determined to kill to stop at this moment.
Less than a second passed, and Tyrion, who was silent, held the broken sword blade in his left hand, and the sharp blade penetrated into his tiger's mouth, like a dagger wielding a dagger, slashing hard from the warlord's wrist.
And passed.
"puff"
The hot blood poured down from his head and fell into Tyrion's mouth, like the most wonderful wine, completely igniting the last bit of madness in the mortal knight's bones.
"boom"
Saurfang's tall body was kicked to the ground by him, and his left wrist was cut off. The battle ax fell out like a butcher's hand. In front of the Overseer's eyes, Tyrion, who was covered in blood, was holding only half of the sword.
Everyone could see the hilt of the sword, and he only had his last breath left, but at this moment, like the craziest lone wolf, he fiercely rushed towards the warlord.
"You want my life?"
The last bloody courage was completely aroused. He forgot all the teachings of his mentor and pushed the battle into a desperate situation in the most crazy and direct way. With all his strength, he moved towards the destiny in front of him.
wall and launched the final charge.
Shake it! Break it!
It's like a real... Jedi counterattack.
"Okay... today, you and I will go to hell together!!!"
"Ahhh!"
Tyrion pounced on Saurfang, who was trying to get up from the ground. His last crazy and stubborn power allowed him to completely suppress Saurfang's brute force at this moment. He rode on the orc
On the Warlord's waist, his blood-soaked hands tightly held only half of the broken sword, which looked even more ferocious. Locked by the remaining right eye, he aimed at Saurfang accurately and viciously.
The gap in the armor stabbed hard.
That was the gap opened by Dailin's musket at close range, and it was also the place where Saurfang had just healed his serious injury.
"puff"
The moment the broken sword penetrated the wound, the stinky demon blood spurted out from Saurfang's body. The extreme, unbearable pain drove the warlord almost crazy at this moment.
His eyes were completely eroded by blood-red anger. In the fatal pain, that anger drove his body to expand, like a wild beast that had completely awakened.
Veterans who have experience fighting orcs will retreat immediately when encountering this situation, because this means that the seriously injured orcs have completely entered a state of instinctive rage. In this state, the orcs will become more bloodthirsty and belligerent.
He becomes more aggressive and even refuses to recognize his relatives.
Stimulated by the demon blood rolling in their bodies, the effect of this kind of violence will be multiplied several times, but entering this kind of violent state also means that the orcs feel that their lives are threatened. As long as they find a way to persist through the short period of violence,
Over time, the orcs will enter a state of weakness, and the orcs in this state will be the best human targets.
Unfortunately, this information is of no use to Tyrion... because with his current condition, it is impossible for him to withstand Saurfang's violent counterattack.
"boom"
The raised right fist knocked Tyrion, who was holding on to the broken sword, from the spot. Saurfang, who had lost his mind, roared and got up from the ground. His body was shaking, and he used his right hand to hold the knife that had penetrated the wound.
The broken sword, in extreme, unbearable pain, pulled the sharp blade out of the wound.
The moment the broken sword was drawn out, scorching blood splashed out, and the body of the orc warlord shook, and even fell down.
At that moment, he even felt like he was losing strength, and he also knew that if the lunatic Elf had stabbed another 30 centimeters to the right, Saurfang would have been a corpse at this time.
It is true that he is a high-level warrior of the orc tribe, but even an orc will still die if his heart is broken...
"Danglang"
The broken sword was thrown on the ground, and his battle ax had been kicked away by Tyrion. Saurfang's body shook in place a few times. He bent down and tried to pick up the half-broken sword with his right hand, but just before
The moment he raised his head, a blood-red shadow staggered into his arms, holding the broken front half of the sword with both hands. The sharp edge even cut through his flesh and blood, but at this time
Tyrion is truly at the end of his strength.
Since this is the last desperate effort, it must be a life-or-death battle...why bother with this life?
"For Quel'Thalas!"
"For the Blade of Dawn!"
"For Tyrion's... destiny!"
"puff"
The sharp blade first cut through Tyrion's flesh and blood, and in his last stubbornness and madness, it pierced Saurfang's wound again. In the last surge of power in his body, at the last moment of losing consciousness.
, push the sharp blade outward.
"Tear it apart"
The wound was torn out into a more terrifying blood hole. The blood of the two people mixed together, dyeing the fallen leaves under their feet blood red. Saurfang also went crazy in the extreme pain that followed.
"Ahhhhh!"
"It's over! Enough! Die!!"
"puff"
The broken sword in the orc's right hand, driven by the endless power of the violent moment, pierced Tyrion's already exhausted body, pierced it easily, and lifted his body high into the sky, and then fiercely
Throw it out.
"boom"
The pierced body of the elf ranger rolled twice on the ground, pointing Tyrion's face towards the forest sky at his last moments. In his blurred single eye, the light of dawn dispersed the darkness, and then
Like a sword of light piercing the darkness.
The dazzling light shone on his face, and he felt no warmth at all. In the sunlight, a looming figure floated in front of his eyes, as if he could touch it if he stretched out his hand.
The last trace of strength slowly dissipated from his body, and Tyrion could only slowly close his eyes in extreme exhaustion.
"Ahem... I want to think more... I want to be with you more..."
"But my eyes...are already...filled with...darkness..."
