Fury is a racial talent that all trolls have, but not every troll can remain rational in a violent state and perfectly control the increased power brought by rage.
The prerequisite for becoming a violent headhunter is to be able to maintain sanity in a violent state.
Some trolls are born with this talent, while others can develop it.
Zul'jin is a typical example of a genius violent headhunter, and he is also one of the most powerful violent headhunters in the history of the trolls.
The Western Front battlefield is not the main direction of attack for the Drakkari trolls. According to the intelligence provided by Atla, the Drakkari troll leading this vanguard army is not the core general of the tribe, but a high-level elite who has not yet become a legend.
Including Atla, none of the Backlight Blade thieves who came to Northrend early to investigate intelligence could reach the level of legend.
Legendary heroes are not a big deal. Even high elves with profound backgrounds do not have that many legendary thieves.
After all, the main occupation of high elves throughout the ages has always been the mage. The Backlight Blade was only officially established by Anasteria during the Troll War.
Among the current members of the Backlight Blade, including the leader Verles, Valeela and Julian, there are only 4 legendary thieves in total.
Sarlayan has never met the fourth legend of the Backlight Blade. It is said that she lives in the continent of Kalimdor all year round and is in charge of all the intelligence affairs of the Backlight Blade in Kalimdor.
Yes, this legendary thief is a woman just like Valeera. She is also a descendant of a noble family who rose up during the Troll War. She is an old friend of the same era as Viles and Julian, and is one of the senior members of the Backlight Blade.
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Further down are the high-level elites like Atla. They are still some distance away from breaking through to legend, but they should be able to cross that threshold in their lifetime.
Don’t think that there are many examples of Sarlayan and Valeela who have been promoted to legends in just a few years. In addition to the great efforts they put in during their adventurous travels, their talents far above ordinary people are also one of the main reasons for their rapid progress.
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A netizen from another world once said a very subtle thing.
"I tried my best" is the most worthless excuse.
"Do you know how hard xx works? Why can't you succeed?"
It's as if others don't work hard.
The society of people from another world is very involution, and everyone is trying their best to climb up.
With the same amount of effort, talented people will naturally achieve higher results.
Of course, this does not mean that hard work is useless. After all, hard work is the only way to realize your talent.
Atla's talent in the way of thieves is indeed inferior to that of a chosen daughter like Valeela, but this does not mean that his talent is poor, it is just that there are others outside.
After transforming into a black panther and sneaking into the camp, Sarlayan's sense of smell became more sensitive and he first smelled a strange smell.
As he gently turned a corner of the mountain, Sarlayan's curiosity was satisfied, but at the same time it also made him feel a little physically uncomfortable.
Sarlayan had heard a long time ago that trolls like to collect a strange material called mojo.
Mojo is a casting material that trolls must use when they cast voodoo spells and perform various rituals. It looks like a viscous and glowing liquid and is usually carried around in a glass container.
Sarlayan had seen the Amani Troll witch doctors use mojo before when they fought against them, but he had never seen the mojo brewing scene with his own eyes.
‘Ugh~’
The viscous purple liquid boiling in the cauldron made Sarlayan feel a little nauseous. The witch doctor who was keeping watch at night was still pouring some kind of luminous powder into the cauldron.
'These powders are...soul fragments?'
Mojo is a magic casting material unique to trolls. It is usually extracted from the souls of animals, Loa and fellow trolls.
Loa's magic spirits are essentially their own blood containing their own magical properties. Animals, unlike trolls, really need to use their souls to temper them successfully.
Resisting the discomfort, Sarlayan carefully bypassed the static totem arranged by the witch doctor and slowly advanced along the planned route to the animal skin tent where the leader was.
At the same time, Atla and other thieves also sneaked into the camp one after another. Atla's target was the troll witch doctor who was brewing the magic spirit.
"Well!"
The experienced Atela only made the witch doctor whose mouth was covered make a short sound, and he twisted the dagger that penetrated the heart from behind, completely cutting off the witch doctor's hope of survival.
The whole process took less than a second, and the static totem was not touched at all.
Then he dragged the witch doctor's body into the grass nearby without anyone noticing.
Similar scenes are happening in every corner of the camp at the same time.
Having mastered the information in advance, Backlight Blade's actions encountered no obstacles.
One of the reasons is that the recent operations of the Drakkari Vanguard Army have gone too smoothly, causing them to be somewhat careless about night defense.
Entering the leader's tent silently, Sarlayan's panther nose immediately smelled an unpleasant stench.
It's the smell of sweat from not taking a shower for a long time, plus the smell of stinky feet, mixed with a bit of animal odor.
Holding his breath for a moment, Sarlayan walked to the floor, where the furious headhunter who took off his leather armor to sleep was still snoring loudly.
"Uh-huh!"
The severe pain in his neck woke the violent headhunter from his deep sleep.
When he subconsciously wanted to shout, a furry leopard paw firmly pressed his mouth and nose.
"Crack!"
Before the troll leader could continue to struggle, Sarlayan's other leopard claw suddenly exerted force and broke his neck bones, finally making this guy calm down.
There was no smell of blood. The leader of the Drakkari Vanguard, lying flat on the animal hide, stared at the roof with wide eyes.
After returning to his human form, Sarlayan took out the one-handed ax obtained from the Iron Vrykul and placed it diagonally next to the animal skin floor, then closed the eyelids of the dead troll.
[Attention, fingerprints are left behind!]
[So what, can fingerprints be tested in Azeroth? 】
Sarlayan ignored the barrage's gag. After completing the mission, he transformed into a black panther and entered the stealth state again. He quietly left the camp and came to the predetermined location to meet up with the Backlight Blade.
"Report the situation."
"1."
"1."
In order to save time outside the enemy camp, Sarlayan made an agreement with the thieves before setting off. If he succeeded, he would say 1, and if he failed, he would say 0.
Thanks to the lack of vigilance of the Drakkari trolls on the western front, all thieves successfully completed their missions without exception.
"Very good, evacuate immediately."
"It's 4 o'clock in the morning, let's just wait and watch the show."
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Just as Sarlayan said, when it was time for the Pioneer Camp to wake up, the originally peaceful camp immediately exploded, and the angry roars of the trolls could be heard far away.
One of the older soldiers raised a large ax found in the leader's tent.
It was initially concluded that the leader's neck was broken by some kind of blunt instrument while he was sleeping, and it was basically definitely caused by the handle of this single-edged axe.
Without the help of magic, Azeroth's autopsy capabilities are extremely low.
Unfortunately, all the witch doctors in the camp were killed by the thieves. Within the golden autopsy time of just a few hours, it was unlikely that any witch doctors could arrive in time.
Moreover, it would be useless even if they came. The soul of the troll leader had been taken away by Sharlayan, and the witch doctors could not obtain useful clues through channeling.
The conclusive evidence was right in front of him, and the hot-headed Drakkari troll unilaterally identified the murderer as an Iron Vrykul.
As for why such a conspicuous thing as a big ax was used in the sneak assassination, there was no need for Sarlayan to make up the story. Naturally, the trolls made logical and self-consistent speculations for this.
If it were another mortal race that was causing trouble, the Drakkari trolls still in the camp would rush forward without even thinking about it.
But the enemy is the endless pile of Iron Men in Storm Peak... and the situation will be different.
The remaining soldiers of the Vanguard Battalion passed the news of the Iron Vrykul invasion and assassination layer by layer to Gurdak, the capital of the Drakkari Trolls.
In the Western Front Camp area, except for the Iron Vrykul who occasionally patrol across the border, no other intelligent race would use such heavy weapons.
Eliminate all wrong answers, and the remaining one will become the only solution no matter how unreasonable it is.
The top brass of Gurdak's frost trolls would not be so excited that they immediately declare war on Storm Peaks.
As Sharlayan expected, they slowed down their plan to invade Crystalsong Forest, and instead moved the remaining troops to the foot of the mountain at the junction with the Storm Cliffs, assuming a tough stance to explain themselves.
Of course, the Drakkari Troll's negotiations are destined to be impossible to get a positive response from the Iron Army... or Loken behind them.