Deep in the crimson forest, a big cat was walking silently behind a group of Zandalari trolls.
In the Battle of Falcon Grove half a month ago, the situation reversed after the third fleet of Kul Tiras entered the battlefield.
This naval battle was ultimately won by Kul Tiras, who fought at home, and the Zandalari warships had to abandon the marines in Falcon Grove and flee in embarrassment to the Zandalari Island to the southwest.
Most of the estranged marines were found and killed by the Waycrest family's patrol cavalry, but a small number of trolls hid in the dangerous red forest without any choice.
The natives of Drustvar have been warned by their elders since they were young, and they all know that the Crimson Forest is a dangerous place and will never enter it rashly.
The trolls hiding in the Crimson Forest were really difficult to deal with for a while, and Lord Waycrest did not dare to bet that they would die in the Crimson Forest.
Just when the dedicated Lord was frowning, Orfa took Sarlayan into the Crimson Forest and began to train him in actual combat.
The rumors of danger in the Crimson Forest are not groundless. This forest has always been haunted by the resentment of the defeated Drust people. The soul of Gorak Tull is hiding in Zlos, the Blighted Realm, monitoring everything here.
The ominous atmosphere in the forest made the Zandalari trolls who accidentally entered this place feel nervous all the time. They had not had enough to eat or sleep for several days.
The dark red leaves made a soft "rustle" sound when blown by the breeze through the forest, and every sound caused the trolls to be nervous and alert.
There are 5 Zandalari trolls that are no more than level 22. Under normal conditions, Sharlayan can easily take care of them.
But this time during the actual combat training, Olfa imposed a restriction on Sarlayan - to maintain the claw form throughout the entire hunting process.
The thick pads of flesh under the Demon Spring Lynx's paws eliminated the noise of Sharlayan's movements, allowing him to follow the nervous troll team without being discovered.
Human concentration is limited, and it is impossible to maintain a high level of alert 24 hours a day. These trolls will inevitably relax sometimes.
Sarlayan kept Olfa's teachings in mind, imitated those ferocious predators, suppressed his impatience, and followed the prey leisurely, waiting for the best opportunity to hunt.
The Crimson Forest covers a large area, and the forest is always filled with a strange red mist. Even the locals would get lost if they strayed into it, let alone the alien Zandalari trolls.
After wandering aimlessly in the forest for a long time, the Zandalari troll finally felt tired and found a relatively open forest clearing to sit down and rest.
"Shua~"
Just as Sarai's body muscles tensed up, and he was about to jump out while the prey was relaxed, the friction sound coming from the side of the forest made him stop all his movements.
A strong troll wearing a voodoo mask walked out of the forest, carrying a bloody two-handed ax on his right shoulder, and dragging a deer with half of its neck cut off in his left hand.
Sarlayan's beast eyes suddenly shrank: 'This person seems to be the leader of the Zandalari Marines, right?'
When he assisted the Falcon Grove garrison and the Thornspeakers in their retreat, Sharlayan had seen the voodoo mask with a rather funny pattern from a distance, and the giant ax in the opponent's hand was also very recognizable.
The trolls who were frightened by the noise turned from surprise to joy: "General Guda!"
"Oh? Sarahan, are you still alive?"
The troll general known as Guda seemed not to have expected to meet other compatriots in this barren forest.
From the tattered plate armor and slightly curled ax on Guda's body, it can be seen that he has not been living well in the Crimson Forest these past few days.
'Chance!'
Seizing the moment when the five Zandalari trolls lost their guard due to surprise, Sharlayan jumped out of the forest like a bolt of red lightning.
He was the first to pounce on the back of a troll and bite off its neck. The sharp cat claws were shot to one side at the same time, and the strange power inherited from the human form scratched the other troll's neck until it was bloody and bloody.
Two trolls were killed in a flash of lightning. Except for Guda, who saw the whole process with his own eyes, his face changed color and he dropped the deer carcass and raised his battle axe. The other troll soldiers were completely unable to react.
"roar!"
The Druid's claw form is a pure attack stance. The fragile body has almost no defense, but its attack power and flexibility are very excellent.
Before the remaining three trolls could turn their heads, Sarlayan dropped the corpse in his mouth like a ghost and continued to charge forward.
"Beast! How dare you!"
Under Guda's dazzling glare, Sharlayan sent the remaining three trolls to see Bwonsamdi.
"Tick tock~"
The blood droplets stained on the sharp canine teeth were dripping down, but the slight sound of water droplets sounded particularly harsh in Guda.
"Ouch!"
Mimicking the posture of a ferocious beast, Sarlayan stared sharply at the last enemy.
Lifting the heavy two-handed ax with one hand, the angry troll general rushed toward Sarlayan.
Character: Guda
Race: Zandalari Troll
Status: Physically and mentally exhausted, furious
Saraian's mind raced, and he soon understood the reason for the so-called seal.
Now was not the time to delve deeper. When he got close to a certain distance, Guda turned to holding an ax with both hands, suddenly kicked off his feet and jumped high into the air.
Sarlayan is very familiar with this move, and he often uses it himself. It is a warrior's heroic leap.
Calculating the landing point of the parabola based on the angle of the jump, Sarlayan's limbs kicked off the ground at the same time and flexibly jumped back a certain distance.
After both sides landed almost at the same time, Sarlayan, who was more flexible, immediately started again.
Before Guda, who had hit the ground, could recover his posture, Sarlayan had already rushed in front of him.
Guda had just raised his broad giant ax to defend himself in front of him, when the agile orange-red beast shadow flashed to his right side again.
"Bah!"
The Demonic Spring Lynx accurately landed its sharp claws on the damaged areas of Guda's armor. The already tattered plate armor was torn apart with one blow, leaving several deep claw marks on Guda's muscular upper right arm.
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Sarlayan's blow tore Guda's tendons, and his right arm suddenly became weak, and he could only rely on his left hand to support the heavy battle axe.
The severe pain in his right arm made Guda's heart sink.
For veterans who have been on the battlefield for many years, pain has long been accustomed to it, and the meaning behind this pain is even more troublesome.
'This beast...seems to be intelligent?'
Quickly taking the giant ax with his left hand, Guda immediately twisted his body and swung a fierce whirlwind on the spot, forcing back the Moquan Mountain Cat who was about to pursue the victory.
Ignoring the right hand hanging by his side, Guda's futile anger subsided, and he frowned at the lynx slowly walking in the forest looking for opportunities.
"Druid?"
Zandalari also has the combat profession of Druid, and Guda is no stranger to the Druid's claw transformation.
The origin of the Zandalar druids did not come from the forest demigod Cenarius, but was taught by the raptors Loa and Gonk they worshiped.
"Ha~"
The magic spring lynx grinned and answered Guda's question in the troll language that he was not very proficient in.
"So what can you do if you know? Shameful intruders, you only have one ending...death!"
Guda laughed loudly without taking it seriously: "Haha! You want my life? Be careful of breaking your teeth!"
Although Guda's expression cannot be seen through the voodoo mask, it can be seen from his decisive aura that this guy is planning to fight for his life.