Castle, who was riding on the Quel'dorei warhorse, had a sweetgrass stalk in his mouth. The young ranger captain was hanging his arm with a bandage and could only use one hand to control the horse's reins. He couldn't help but sigh.
Tyrion said:
"Even in the desperate situation of being shot, they were still able to fight back with all their might... They have a very strong will to fight and are formidable opponents!"
"So before we go, I will ask you and the soldiers to be careful."
In the slightly cold night rain, Tyrion looked at Kassel's hanging arms and said helplessly:
"You are now a captain after all. You have to learn to protect yourself and the soldiers under your command. There is no need to take the lead in everything. Moreover, we are rangers, not soldiers. Just like just now, at least it is not our turn until all the human soldiers die.
You rush forward and fight hand-to-hand with those desperate orcs."
Cashel has the typical impetus and activity of young people. He is different from the calm Rogelio and the calm Serente. He comes from the Brightwing family, which is also an old ranger family passed down for generations. However, this guy inherited the Qui
In addition to the concentration and indifference of the Er'Thalas ranger, there is also some restlessness and occasional restlessness that does not belong to the elves.
He likes to kill his opponents with a sword very much, but this dangerous behavior always brings him some trouble. For example, the arm he is hanging up now is a wound stabbed by a dying orc with a dagger. According to the rangers
As for the protection of his arms, this guy won't be able to touch a bow and arrow for at least 2 months.
"I just think humans' evaluation of those orcs is a bit exaggerated..."
Castle stared at his unique green eyes and said angrily, and his retort made Tyrion snort. The former looked back at him and said softly:
"So what now? Do you still think the human war reports are exaggerated?"
The young ranger shook his head, and after thinking for a moment, he replied:
"Now I am beginning to understand the opinions of Captain Alleria and Prince Kael'thas. If these orcs are really allowed to destroy the human kingdom in the northern border, they will definitely become a big trouble for Quel'Thalas. They are too
They are too aggressive, but they are more disciplined than trolls, and coupled with their rich combat experience, we may need to suffer great losses to repel them."
Facing Castle's description, Tyrion shook his head secretly.
He would not tell this young man that in his memory, under the joint offensive of the orcs and trolls, Quel'Thalas was forced to retreat to Silverymoon City.
With too many troops, Silver Moon City may not even be able to be saved.
Facing these rough and powerful foreign warriors, the high elves who specialize in magic and rangers and lack frontal battlefield troops are too weak. Once the magicians are entangled by the warlocks and shamans of the orcs, the ranger troops alone are not an orc army at all.
opponent.
"Let the big shots take care of their own affairs. It has nothing to do with us."
Tyrion pulled the reins of the horse. The darkness could not block the high elf's outstanding gaze. He could easily see the shadow of the distant camp under the cold raindrops. When he saw the quiet camp on the edge of the night from a distance,
Tyrion's heart suddenly jumped.
"No! The situation is not right!"
"Everyone, stop moving forward!"
Tyrion raised his arms, and at the moment his voice fell, the slightly scattered elf rangers behind him quickly controlled their horses and stopped in place.
Amidst the neighing of the war horse, Tyrion activated the magic jewelry he carried with him. As a weak stream of heat rushed into his cheeks, his pupils shrank and his vision in the dark night became wider. The next moment, he saw
The fallen flags in the camp...and the scattered shadows lying on the ground.
That's... a corpse!
The camp was attacked!!
"Enemy attack! Get ready for battle!"
Tyrion took off his bow with his backhand. Under his stern voice, all the rangers cheered up. At this moment, in the forest about 300 yards away from the rangers, the familiar cry of killing suddenly rang out.
Along with the cry of killing, there was also a roar of flying axes. Due to the sound of the night rain hitting the ground, and the exhaustion after the battle, the rangers failed to notice this approaching crisis!
This attack came so quickly and so fatally.
Tyrion's eyes widened. He subconsciously turned over and fell off his horse. He pulled Castle next to him off his horse and held Castle's shoulders firmly. The two of them immediately lay on the ground.
.
Other rangers do not have the ability to react so quickly. It is extremely difficult to catch the trajectory of flying axes in the dark. In addition, at the same time as the axes are thrown, there are also obscure and malicious voodoo spells coming.
, the darkness falling from the sky was like a big net, completely blinding the elves' excellent vision. In the sound of the first wave of flying axes tearing the air, more than 20 rangers were hit in the body and fell to the ground screaming.
superior.
Blood...the smell of blood from the war horses and companions filled Tyrion's nostrils at this moment, making his slightly tired spirit suddenly sober.
"Spread out! Fight back!"
Tyrion's voice rang out in the dark night that had become dangerous. After shouting the order, he grabbed Kassel and turned it around several times. At the same time, at least 7 throwing axes struck the ground where he had just been lurking.
superior.
"Swish swish"
Covered by dark witchcraft and amidst the melody of raindrops beating on the earth, the rangers began to fight back. The sound of sharp arrows leaving the bowstring seemed so clear in the darkness, and the muffled sound of the arrow piercing the body, that
The sound of blood splattering broke the original tranquility in an instant.
Tyrion held Kassel's mouth tightly to prevent him from making a sound. He lay on the ground and listened quietly to the scattered footsteps around him.
"There are at least 60 people... trolls, and maybe orcs! They are united together."
Tyrion's heart sank. Thinking of the tragic attack on the camp, the most dangerous Amani troll Zul'jin had probably escaped. Then he thought of what he saw on the battlefield, those who were led by Zul'jin.
Terrified by the bloodthirsty madness of the Amani troll, Tyrion gritted his teeth. He took out the eagle whistle from his waist, let go of Kassel's mouth, and said in a deep voice:
"I know you are not willing to run away like this, but you can only take revenge if you are alive... To say the least, we must send the news of Zuljin's escape back to Quel'Thalas! So follow me for a while! Don't lose me.
Got it!"
"Whoosh!!"
The sharp and rapid eagle whistle sounded in the dark night. In the darkness shrouded by witchcraft, they heard the eagle whistle that represented a special meaning. The rangers who could not see clearly the surrounding battle situation decisively chose to evacuate. Arima turned over
Mounting their horses, those without horses quickly retreated in any direction and broke out in all directions.
For a time, the entire anxious battlefield was scattered by this sudden retreat.
"Shua"
Tyrion's body jumped up from the ground, his long ears beating rapidly, without aiming, just listening to the shouts of the trolls and orcs in the darkness, and the three arrows on the bowstring were shot out quickly, and in the
The moment he landed, he heard a few short screams, and three more arrows pierced into the darkness with his backhand, and then he rushed in a certain direction without looking back, followed closely by Kaser, who was holding a sword.
"That kid got away! Catch him! Kill him!"
A shrill roar rolled in the darkness behind, cruel and vicious, that was... Zuljin!
A moment later, a heavily armed Amani troll headhunter holding a poisonous war spear quickly rushed in the direction Tyrion left. Behind them, a man wearing gray armor and holding a battle axe
The orc glanced at the troll who was leaving. He shook his head and did not follow. Instead, he looked down at the ranger whose arm was cut off at his feet.
This rare orc wearing armor squatted down. He spoke Common Tongue with a weird accent, stared at the dying ranger with his blood-red eyes, and asked in a low voice:
"Lead us to Quel'Thalas and I will spare your life! You see, your leaders have abandoned you and you have been betrayed!"
Faced with this rude attempt to persuade him to surrender, a blush appeared on the dying ranger's face that looked pale due to pain. He smiled disdainfully and faced the orc in front of him with a rudeness that was not in line with the elegance of a high elf.
He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Tyrion will kill you all for me! Death is smiling at you... filthy beast!"
"Quel'Thalas...immortal!"
This mouthful of saliva did not make the orc furious. On the contrary, he stood up and wiped the blood on his face with his hand. He raised the spine battle ax in his hand high. He stared at the ranger at his feet and said in a deep voice:
"Your death will bring glory to your country. Unfortunately, it is destined to be defeated by the combined power of the entire Draenor..."
"Rest in peace!"
"bass"
The tomahawk turned with an icy light and slashed down. Blood splashed on the ground and slowly dispersed in the rain, adding another desolation to the cold night.
On the other side, Tyrion and Cashel rushed to the hilly river. This was apparently the place where they set up an ambush to kill the group of Amani trolls a few days ago. Tyrion had no time to lament the uncertainty of fate. He reached out and picked it off.
With the quiver on Kassel's back, he carried it behind his back, and then pushed Kassel into the cold river water.
"Go along this river to Nanhai Town, and I will attract attention for you!"
He grabbed Castle's shoulders in the cold water, and there were cold raindrops on his face, which made the ranger captain look a little embarrassed:
"Listen to me! You must send back the news of Zuljin's escape as quickly as possible. You cannot let him return to Zul'Aman! I will try my best to keep him, but to be honest, I am not sure about Zuljin.
!”
"you go!"
Castle grabbed Tyrion's hand with his backhand and said loudly: "I am injured, I can't walk far, you are more suitable than me, I will help you attract them!"
"Stop it!"
Tyrion shook his head: "You can't draw the bow. If you encounter more than three trolls, you will be dead. As for whether I live or die, it depends on whether the reinforcements you find are fast... Go!
"
After saying that, Tyrion pushed Castle into the river with his backhand. The river was not deep, but under the cover of the increasingly dense night rain, it was no problem to hide a thin ranger. He strode into the river.
In the middle, he quickly rushed towards the woods on the other side of the river. Castle gritted his teeth and glanced at Tyrion. He took a deep breath and quickly rushed towards the bottom of the river.
In less than 2 minutes, the murderous troll headhunter rushed over from the dark night rain.
But after Cashel left, Tyrion, who was hiding alone in the forest, didn't have much fear under the cold night.
He hid in the dark trees and watched the headhunters approaching the river. What surged in his heart was not the killing intent on the battlefield, but another thing.
At the beginning, even after hearing the news about the murder of his parents in this world, Tyrion did not have much hatred for the trolls, but soon he realized that he needed this hatred to cover up his relationship with the trolls.
He was different, so he began to disguise himself as a character who hated trolls. This disguise lasted for 170 years and seemed to have turned into his real face.
Just like Tyrion can no longer tell in his heart whether he is a human from a foreign land or a native high elf, he can no longer tell whether the hatred for the trolls in his heart is a disguise or has become a
instinct?
However, this doubt did not affect his continued killing of trolls...
"bass"
The first troll approaching the river seemed to have discovered the footprints left by Cashel at the bottom of the river. The moment he bent down to check, a sharp arrow flew out from the forest on the other side of the river, and the bowstring sounded.
The sound made the troll with his face covered in oil paint subconsciously raise his head, and at the same moment, the sharp enchanted arrow pierced his eyes and flew out from the back of his head.
"Bang"
The bloody corpse was smashed on the soft river beach, completely covering up the traces left by Kassel, and this extremely accurate arrow was shot again within this second, almost at the same position, with the same
This method took away the life of another troll headhunter who raised his weapon...
The troll's self-healing ability is indeed powerful, but if the brain is damaged, they will also die on the spot.
Seeing the trolls rushing toward the forest noisily, Tyrion's hidden body stood up from the branches. In order to better attract the attention of the trolls, he did not hide his figure. In the first round
The moment the flying ax rushed into the forest, he turned over and jumped from the branch.
Only the sound of a flying ax chopping branches was left, and the ranger rushed into the forest. In the darkness, he was as sharp as a fox and silently, with his gauntleted fingers flickering on the beating bowstring.
