In the context of the entire war, the death of Tyrion Dawnblade was not a big deal. It was just a victim of the collision between the two camps before the decisive battle.
But Tyrion's death did change something.
Due to his special status, his death directly caused the ranger generals and the Windrunner family to turn to the side of Prince Kael'thas who advocated war. The Windrunners are the largest ranger family in Quel'Thalas, and they have a strong influence on other ranger families.
The impact is huge.
Therefore, among the seats in the Silver Moon Council, the nobles who agreed with the prince accounted for the majority. This time, even if King Anastarian was unwilling to add the elves to this muddy water between humans and orcs, he still
He had to give in under the power of the nobles.
Although the official order to join the alliance has not yet been issued, the three ranger troops belonging to the Ranger Legion have set off from Quel'Thalas to join the battle in Hillsbrad Foothills and Arathi Highlands. Traveling with them,
There is also the pride of the high elves, the powerful Fire Wing Mage Legion.
Although the total number of people is only close to a thousand, the addition of this force has made the anxious Seven Nations Alliance cheer. The combat effectiveness of the high elves cannot be measured by the number of people, and as long as the legion arrives, it means,
The well-made war materials in Quel'Thalas will also be open to human countries.
Although the price is expensive, at this critical juncture of the life-and-death battle, if they can buy victory with just a little money, I am afraid that the kings are even willing to go bankrupt.
The soldiers of the elves of Quel'Thalas acted quickly. They had already started their own hunting as soon as they arrived at the hills and Arathi Highlands.
"Whoosh"
The red arrows pierced the air, ruthlessly harvesting the life of the orc scout riding on the black wolf. The sharp arrow pierced his throat from behind. The scout's body swayed twice, and he jumped from behind the galloping wolf.
Fallen, the loyal warg is unwilling to give up his master.
But the next moment, before its roar could be heard, another sharp arrow mercilessly pierced its heart.
This is a hunt.
At the junction of the Arathi Highlands and the Hillsbrad Hills, on the endless grassland, a ranger team was chasing a team of orc scouts twice their number.
These slender elves are not afraid of the rough orcs at all. As long as they keep a distance, even the strongest orcs will die on the way to charge.
"Spread out and run away!"
The captain of the orc scouts looked at his companions who were being shot from behind with red eyes. He waved the hunting stick in his hand and shouted:
"Send back the news that the elves have appeared in Arathi! Disperse!"
"Whoosh"
Before he finished speaking, a blood-ringed orc boy next to him was pierced through the heart. Facing these insanely accurate elven armor-piercing arrows, these orc scouts who were ambushed seemed to be targeted by cold death.
, no matter how you dodge, you can't escape the shroud of death.
"Wow"
Under the shadow of death, the scouts quickly dispersed, and behind them, the rangers riding on horses and chocobos also launched a pursuit.
Serent Firewing was riding on a galloping war horse. The war bow in his hand opened an arc and locked onto an orc scout who had lost his war wolf and was running hard. In the eyes of the elf captain, there was no hesitation or indifference.
Like ice.
"Whoosh"
Sharp arrows shot out from the bowstring, and after 2 seconds, the orc was nailed to the ground.
"Shua"
Serent drew out his sword. The moment the war horse brushed against the orc, the sword in his hand rose and fell, and a ferocious head rolled onto the grass with blood splattering everywhere.
"Did you see it? Tyrion! Rogge! Did you see it? I killed another one!"
Serent shouted inwardly:
"Your heroic spirits protect me! I will keep killing like this! Until I find that damn Saurfang! I will use the orc's head and blood to pay tribute to you!"
As a former ranger captain under Tyrion, Serent saw the camp that was completely destroyed by the orcs after the deadly battle that night. Of the 150 rangers guarding there, less than 30 escaped with their lives.
In the ruins of the camp filled with the blood of rangers, the remaining 30 rangers swore that they would avenge the tragic death of their brothers for the rest of their lives. Before the culprit Saurfang was killed, the rangers
They won't stop killing.
Immortal species like elves attach great importance to oaths. Once you make an oath, you must complete it. However, among the surviving rangers, Serente is not the craziest.
"Ah! Ah!"
An orc scout who was stabbed in the left leg by a sharp arrow moved forward with difficulty on the grass. Judging from the location where the sharp arrow pierced, it was not a missed shot, but a deliberate shot by the bow holder to prevent him from escaping.
Along with the difficult movement of the orc, a conspicuous blood mark was left on the grass. This orc looked very young. As a member of the Blood Ring clan, his face covered with red war patterns still retained two intact ones.
The eyes represent that he has not passed the cruel coming-of-age ceremony of the Blood Ring Clan, and now, this young soul is about to die.
Behind him, a ranger wearing Farstrider chain mail held a halberd and stood there, looking indifferently at the orcs who were trying to escape.
Castle Brightwing, once the youngest ranger captain under Tyrion, that rainy night massacre completely changed the fate of many people, but for Castle, his change was so drastic, so...
It's hard to accept.
"Is it painful?"
Seeing the young orc scout being knocked down by fear and paralyzed on the ground unable to move forward, Kassel stepped forward and poked the young orc's body with the halberd in his hand. He said in a cold voice:
"Why don't you escape? As long as you escape another 10 meters, I will let you go! The elves keep their word."
These words spoken in Common Language made the young orc's body tremble. He turned around and looked at the elf behind him with fear. He only saw an indifferent face, but no one wanted to die, so the orc continued to move forward with difficulty.
Crawling.
Until he was about to climb out 10 meters, the elf behind him still didn't say anything, which made the orc's eyes burst with hope of survival, but the next moment, the sharp halberd mercilessly pierced his heart from behind.
"puff"
The halberd was pulled out from the wound, and the blood splashed on the back of Kassel's hand. The elf dropped the blood on his cloak and wiped it. He looked at the corpse at his feet and shook his head:
"I'm sorry, I broke my promise! But when you slaughtered my compatriots, you didn't show them mercy..."
"I just...repay blood with blood, revenge with revenge!"
"Cassel! Stop that guy who is running away!"
The shouts of his companions came from behind. The ranger captain inserted his halberd into the ground, drew out his bow with his backhand, and quickly rushed up the hillside behind him. At the end of his sight, the last four fleeing wolves and their masters were running wild
Benz.
Out of a total of 12 scouts, these four were the only ones left.
Kaser set three sharp arrows, the light of hatred danced in his eyes, and with the buzzing of the bowstring, the three arrows broke through the wind in the Arathi Highlands and shot towards the escapees hundreds of yards away.
Under the fire of three arrows, Kassel finally left one behind, and three others escaped from their shooting range. This failure made Kassel tighten his grip on the bow in his hand, and his expression became extremely ugly.
.
"It's better to let them run away...I'm really unwilling!"
Castle said to Serent who came to him: "I should kill every one of them!"
"don’t worry!"
Serent looked back at the hills behind him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"They can't run away!"
In the center of the battlefield behind the two of them, Alleria Windrunner stood on a raised hillside. In her line of sight, she could clearly see the three orc scouts who had successfully escaped. They were at least 700 yards away from her.
It is already a distance that ordinary arrows cannot reach.
But Alleria did not give up in her eyes. She threw the battle bow she often used in her hand to the ranger beside her, and took out the red, wide, ancient Windrunner mark - Thasdorah's ranger battle bow from behind with her backhand.
The arrow was not attached. The moment Alleria drew the bow string, the air around her began to tumble. The magic in the air was attracted by this special war bow, and a black magic arrow appeared on the bow string.
Between the illusion, it seems so solid.
"In Tyrion's name..."
Alleria's face was cold, and there was no emotion in her eyes. Her arm was slightly raised, and the fingers holding the bow string were suddenly released.
"Buzz"
The black magic arrow was like a bullet flying out of the barrel of a gun, even causing a small sonic boom in the air, and rushed towards the fleeing orc at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary arrows.
The moment it approached the target, the black magic arrow trembled, rippled away the magic power wrapped around it, and divided it into six rotating small arrows. Like a storm of sharp arrows, it instantly destroyed all obstacles in front of it.
Everything is penetrated.
It was a terrifying scene. In the eyes of Cashel and Serent who were watching, the three fleeing orcs and the wargs under them seemed to have been pierced by dozens of arrows. At that moment, they were covered in flesh and blood.
Flying, at the moment when the black magic arrow disappeared, the fugitive's life ended with a pile of disgusting, unrecognizable stumps and broken arms.
This scene is enough to make anyone who sees it shudder.
Azeroth is an ancient and mysterious world. There are many treasures with special powers hidden in the corners of the world. Alleria has the ability to turn decay into a magical bow. Thasdorla is one of them.
Member... Such powerful treasures are not something ordinary people can covet. In fact, ordinary people cannot master them.
"Shua"
Alleria put the red war bow back on her back, her fingers still trembling abnormally. She stretched out her other hand, brushed her long blond hair, and looked back at the battlefield that had quieted down.
, she said softly:
"Clear this grassland... Once you find other orcs, kill them!"
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"Huh...huh"
An orc scout covered in blood was running hard in the swamp of the wetland.
He was the only survivor of the encounter 30 minutes ago. When the crazy elves killed his companions, he escaped by hiding under the corpse of the warg. There was still half an arrow shaft in his arm.
The arrowhead had barbs on it. As an experienced scout, he did not dare to pull it off hastily. That would magnify his wound and eventually lead to his death from excessive blood loss.
"This news must be brought back to the clan!"
This orc trudged step by step through the swamp with difficulty. As a blood-ringed orc who had lived in the cruel jungle since he was a child, such a harsh environment could not trouble him.
But just when the orc rushed out of the mire and could already see the Bleeding Circle Clan's camp in the distance, the low sound of horse bells sounded behind him.
"Shua"
The orc scout turned around and saw two dark shadows riding on war horses, strolling forward in the mud-filled swamp. The mud seemed to be completely unable to affect the progress of the war horses. Looking carefully, every inch of the skeleton war horses was treading.
The land is covered with traces of ice.
The body of the war horse is almost completely in the shape of a skeleton of white bones. It has an armored saddle and weird long horns on its head. Its eyes are blood-red, and it makes no sound while moving. This is definitely not a living creature.
"Death Knight! Take me for a ride!"
When the two dark figures approached, the panting blood-ringed orcs stopped them. When the leading death knight turned around, his ice-blue, emotionless eyes made the orcs subconsciously retreat.
step.
What frightened him even more was that it was the face of an elf! It was this elf that had massacred his team just now.
This fearful emotion was immediately captured by the death knight. Tyrion looked at the injured orc and asked emotionlessly:
"Are you afraid of me? Why?"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
The orc said subconsciously: "It's your compatriots... In the Arathi Highlands, the high elf rangers are hunting our scouts! They are going crazy!"
"Hmm? Elf Ranger?"
Tyrion raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse, dry voice:
"Why are they here? Who is their leader?"
"I have no idea!"
The blood-ringed orc looked at the death knight with disgust. He was not interested in these resurrected corpses at all. He said casually: "Their leader is a woman...with blond hair and blue war patterns on her arms. That
The shape is like a bird..."
"Click"
The next moment, Tyrion's arms suddenly raised, strangled the orc's neck, and lifted him into the air easily. A fearful color rolled in his ice-blue eyes.
"Did you see her?"
"Well! I...I saw...she used a red bow..."
"Click"
"Then you know too much..."
The orc's neck was broken, and Tyrion threw the ice-covered body into the mud behind him. After watching the body being swallowed by the swamp, he continued to move forward with his normal expression as he controlled the horse.
"Ding bell, jingle bell..."
The low and ominous sound of horse bells continued to ring in the swamp, like some kind of signal of the arrival of death. Tyrion controlled the horse's reins and walked towards the orc camp in the distance. He asked softly:
"Grokush, my retinue, you won't tell the truth, will you?"
"Huh? What? I don't know anything...what's the secret?"
"Well... that's good. Let me teach you the frost runes when you go back."
