The elven sword unsheathed in the darkness was so gorgeous. The blade made by the master was like a flash of silver moonlight in the darkness. It lit up in Zuljin's one eye with a strange light. He seemed to be expecting something.
The next moment, hot and smelly blood spilled out of the cage, splashing on the ground, on Tyrion's boots, and on the back of his hands.
but...
Zul'jin's face flashed with a hint of pain as the sharp blade entered his body, as well as a strange...disappointment, as if the pain was not what he wanted.
"What's wrong? Old Zul'jin...Are you curious why I don't stab you in the heart?"
A moment later, Tyrion's voice with a hint of ridicule sounded in the darkness:
"You see, I have been hunting trolls alone since I was an adult. I know a lot about the methods of the Loa priests. If I kill your body directly, I will only release your soul.
,So, unfortunately, your language is not as powerful as you think..."
"The Trollbane family, a great noble family in ancient times, is called the "Troll Killers". You know, I really want to challenge that title..."
"puff"
The sharp blade was pulled out from Zul'jin's waist. The severe pain caused the old troll to collapse on the ground. Tyrion took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his sword. He looked down at Zul'jin:
"It hurts... But you and I both know that this little pain can't kill you. The recovery ability of you bastards is comparable to that of filthy beasts... Don't worry, I won't let you die like this, Zu.
Ergin!”
"Do you know why?"
Tyrion turned around and wandered into the darkness, his voice still echoing in the darkness:
"Secrets come with a price! There are no free secrets, not now, not ever...and you know so many secrets, and the price is your freedom!"
Tyrion reached out and pulled out a crystal-like ornament from his waist, and shook it in the dark, as if to show off:
"Look! I made your right eye into a talisman, and it also has a very good magical effect. I really like it. This thing is much more useful now than when it was on you!"
"Ahhh!"
A beast-like roar sounded behind him, and Zuljin slapped the bars of the cage, which shone with lavender magic light:
"Don't give me a chance to escape again! Tyrion! You'd better watch me!"
"I swear! As long as I have a chance, I will pay back everything you did to me...ten times! A hundred times! A thousand times! Ten thousand times! You little bastard!"
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Zul'jin was right, Tyrion lacked affection for his biological parents.
This is normal. You can't expect a 30-year-old soul to suddenly develop parent-child feelings for a strange couple, even though at the age they died, they were more than enough to be Tyrion's great-grandparents.
But in the final analysis, this is not simply an age issue.
After the death of his parents, Tyrion was adopted by his mother's former sister, the current ranger general of Quel'Thalas, Ms. Lylitha Windrunner. At that time, this woman's husband also died at the hands of Zuljin, so Tyrion
Tyrion naturally became another disciple of the Ranger General. Although with the excellent bloodline of the Blade of Dawn family, Tyrion may have a better future as a mage.
He studied very well and soon became the best among the many disciples of the Ranger General, even better than the former leader Lor'themar Theron!
Excellent students, coupled with the relationship between the adoptive mother and adopted son, will naturally make the two people appear to be close, but this closeness caused trouble for both Tyrion and General Lyressa after he entered the battlefield.
In fact, Zul'jin's obscene rumors are not only discussed by trolls, but also by the idle nobles of Silvermoon City.
What's even worse is that there are many nobles in Silvery Moon City, and they are generally very idle.
This is also the reason why Tyrion, who was originally guarding the Yongsong Forest front in Quel'Thalas, served as a frontline ranger captain, and had great hopes of becoming the youngest ranger lord, came to the hills. You have to know that this place is among the high elves.
In the eyes, it is an out-and-out "barren land", almost like self-exile.
Tyrion wanted to prove his innocence and avoid those bad rumors that would harm his kind adoptive mother and family. He wanted to protect them.
To be honest, this is the thing that bothers Tyrion the most 300 years after his rebirth... By the way, did I mention that he is actually a time traveler...
The long time of 300 years is enough to erase the memories of less than 30 years in the past. The memories of the past have been stretched ten times, and the memories have been diluted. From the initial panic, to getting used to it, and then to entering a new life, Tyrion spent nearly
100 years to get used to it all.
Fortunately, given the average lifespan of a high elf, as long as he doesn't die on the battlefield, he still has at least a long 2,700 years to live.
As for why he is dissatisfied with the world and wants to become a prophet...because he does not have that ability.
There is a bronze dragon in Azeroth that can infinitely predict the future and the past. It is a power that even the high elf kingdom Quel'Thalas will fear, and Tyrion's last name is not Sunstrider, the cold Anas
King Tarien will not rashly change national policy because of his crazy words.
Under such circumstances, only fools who do not understand the value of life would eagerly try to become a "prophet" who might die at any time... But to be honest, instead of worrying about being killed by a bronze dragon in the future, Tyrion would rather
Sometimes there are more things to worry about.
For example...three flying axes stained with blood were flying towards him!
"Team 3! Prepare! Eject!"
He stood on the hillside of Hillsbrad Hills, slashing hard with the sword in his hand. While giving the order, he chopped off the throwing ax thrown towards him.
The next moment, 50 rangers about 100 yards behind him raised their war bows. The instinct engraved in the bones of the elves allowed them to easily find the most suitable angle. The 50 people shot out at rapid speed within 15 seconds.
Four waves of arrows rained down.
The sharp arrows streaked across the sky, drawing the most beautiful and deadly arc. With the added speed as they fell, they brought eternal death with the most terrifying gesture!
At the bottom of the hillside, more than 100 Amani trolls who were crossing the river held up simple wooden shields, trying to resist the rain of arrows falling from the sky. In the river, they had no way to disperse and could only eat four waves of arrows.
Under the storm-like arrows, more than a third of the trolls were nailed to the river bed.
For trolls with powerful self-healing powers, this attack is not enough to kill them, but it can break up their formations. Moreover, the arrows of the Farstrider rangers who have special missions have simple enchantments.
When this kind of sharp arrow touches the ground, it will pin the opponent to the ground until the magic power is exhausted.
The disarray of the trolls' formations represents the arrival of the elves' opportunity!
"Click"
Tyrion twisted the two swords in his hands together and turned them into a golden double-edged sword. This strange weapon is unique to the elves of Quel'Thalas. Once it is swung, it will sweep across the battlefield.
Like a death storm.
Behind him, Rogelio waved his halberd and Serente unsheathed his swords. They each led their own ranger teams, ready to rush into the enemy's formation.
Tyrion put the visor on his face to protect his eyes, raised his sword high, and shouted loudly:
"Speak loudly and tell these bastards who we are!"
"Arrow of Quel'Thalas!"
70 rangers shouted in unison. They were full of momentum and stood behind Tyrion without fear. As members of the most elite rangers in Quel'Thalas, the "Farstriders", in addition to being absolutely qualified in archery, they also have close combat capabilities.
It must also be absolutely excellent.
"Far Traveler! Charge with me!"
Tyrion took the lead and rushed down the hill. The war blades in his hands were held in his right hands. With the help of the kinetic energy of the rapid downward movement, his strong body jumped up from the place and smashed into the chaotic trolls like a cannonball.
, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and at the moment he landed, his steps staggered, and he turned around and made a 360° horizontal slash.
As the sword flashed, the four trolls around him were cut in half, and the warm blood dyed the entire river red at this moment. Amidst the screams of the trolls, they waved their swords, and Yuan Yuan's momentum was high.
The Walker Rangers also rushed into the enemy formation like tigers down the mountain and jumped into the trolls who were trying to rescue their chief.
The confrontation between the two sides was almost overwhelming...
The skinning knives in the hands of the fierce troll headhunters could not penetrate the well-made chain armor of the rangers, but the weapons in the hands of the rangers could easily cut off their armor and chop off their heads together.
Quel'Thalas has been able to fight against the forest trolls for thousands of years. It does not rely on numerical superiority. Compared with the manpower of the two sides, Quel'Thalas is meaninglessly at an extreme disadvantage. What the high elves rely on is regardless of their martial skills.
As for the equipment, the quality is extremely overwhelming.
But now, on this human land, facing these trolls who lack the numerical advantage and have lost their fighting spirit, Tyrion and his rangers only need to stretch out their hands to grasp the skirt of victory.
This can hardly be called a battle...
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"Clean up the battlefield, pile up these corpses and burn them!"
The ambush ended in less than 10 minutes. Only 7 people on the elves were slightly injured, and all the trolls were wiped out.
Obviously, these trolls who came to rob the prison must be the victims of the internal power struggle in Amani. Their equipment and willpower are so bad... they are completely used as cannon fodder.
Cleaning the battlefield was naturally done by the rangers who were in high spirits. Tyrion washed his sword and hands in the water. He couldn't help but joke to Rogelio beside him:
"Actually, many times, I wonder if the nobles of Silvermoon City are using Zuljin as bait to deliberately lure these mindless trolls to their death... What's wrong? Rogelio?"
Tyrion turned his head and saw Rogelio's eyes fixed on the forest on the other side of the river. He couldn't help but ask:
"What's going on?"
"There! I just saw a flash of light... like those human knights wearing plate armor, similar to arrow targets."
Rogelio whispered hesitantly:
"But just for a moment, I wondered if I had seen it wrong."
"Hmm? Knight? Here?"
Tyrion also raised his eyebrows.
The Hillsbrad Hills belong to the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang. It is the most fertile plain land in the Kingdom of Alterac. It is surrounded by the human countries of Northern Xinjiang in the center. It is a safe zone all year round, even though it has been causing a lot of commotion recently.
The invasion of green-skinned orcs did not endanger the safety of the hills. In such a place, it is obviously unlikely that a fully armed knight would appear.
But as Rogelio is an experienced old ranger, he is unlikely to make such a mistake, but when he thinks of the recent orc invasion that shocked northern Xinjiang, and then compares it with the historical memory in his mind, Tai
Ryan's breathing suddenly quickened. If he remembered correctly, at this time, the orcs seemed to be trying to attack humans across the sea.
Thinking of this, he patted Rogelio on the shoulder:
"Let's go! Let's go over and take a look!"
After entering the woods, Tyrion saw the blood on the branches keenly. He drew out his bow with his backhand, and Rogelio on the other side drew out the sword from his waist at the same time. The two of them pressed towards the slightly in front of them from two directions.
The trees shook, and they saw a knight.
Rogelio was not mistaken. The flash just now was indeed caused by his staggering running. Tyrion frowned when he saw the knight's wounds.
There was a hole in his strong plate armor, and the flesh and blood inside was turned out and there were signs of burns. This was a fatal injury, and it looked like a scratch caused by artillery!
There are artillery in this world, and the power of artillery that uses part of the magic technology is not necessarily weaker than the ones Tyrion has seen. But the problem is, in the hinterland of Hillsbrad Hills...how can there be artillery?
"Ahem...you, you are elf...rangers?"
The knight also noticed the ranger, but before he could speak, Tyrion leaned down and pressed his hand on the knight's neck. Rogelio cooperated very cooperatively and handed over an elf secret medicine. Tyrion was a little rough.
He stuffed the secret medicine into the knight's mouth, took out the water bag from his waist, and forced him to drink it.
"Ahem! Listen to me, rangers..."
Before Tyrion could ask, the knight panted and said, "I know you usually have little interaction with humans, but now, you have to help us..."
"On the east side of the hills, on the coast... Orcs blocked the sea between Nanhai Town and Menethil Port. Nanhai Town is full of wounded people. Our three ships used to transport the wounded have already... those
Butchers, they... they want to kill all our wounded... Please! Please save them!"
Tyrion put his hand on the excited knight's shoulder noncommittally and asked in a deep voice:
"What's your name? What are you going to do through this forest?"
"I...my name is Joe, Jor Al. I am the aide-de-camp of General Gavin Rudd...I am going to go to Durnhold Castle to ask for help, but unfortunately...I may not be able to survive Durnhold."
That's good."
A flash of pain flashed in the eyes of the knight named Al, followed by a touch of calmness. He grabbed Tyrion's hand and said firmly:
"But the wounded in Nanhai Town...ahem...please, they are all heroes. Even if they want to die, they must die on the battlefield, not die tragically without the ability to fight back...Please,
Elves, I have nothing to give you...but..."
"We have our own mission, humans, so unfortunately, please allow me to refuse!"
This straightforward rejection made the El Knight a little desperate, but when he saw the iconic green Farstrider cloak behind Tyrion, the knight suddenly trembled, and he shouted with his last strength:
"Wait! Ranger! In Nanhai Town, there are not only wounded humans... but also those from your elves!"