Azeroth’s Death Track

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The elven warblade sheathed in the darkness is so gorgeous, the blade made by the master is like a silver moonlight flashing in the darkness, and it lights up in Zul'jin's one-eyed eyes with a strange light, and he seems to be expecting something.

At the next moment, the hot, smelly blood was spilled out of the prison cage, splashing on the ground, splashing on Tyrion's boots, splashing on the back of his hand.

but...

Zulkin's face flashed with a sharp pain, and a strange... disappointment, it seemed that the pain was not what he wanted.

"What's wrong? Old Zulkin... Are you curious, why don't I stabb in your heart?"

After a moment, Tyrion sounded in the darkness with a trace of ridicule:

"Look, when I was a grown-up, I started hunting trolls by myself. I don’t know much about the means of the priests of Loa. If I kill your body directly, it will only release your soul. , So, unfortunately, your language is not as powerful as you think..."

"The Torbine family, the great nobleman passed down through history, is called the "troll killer", you know, I really want to challenge that title..."

"puff"

The sharp blade was pulled from Zul'jin's waist. This pain caused the old troll to stagnate on the ground. Tyrion pulled out his pocket handkerchief and wiped his war knife. He looked down at Zul'jin:

"It hurts...but you and I all know that this pain will not kill you, the resilience of you hybrids, but it is comparable to the dirty beast... rest assured, I will not let you die like this, ancestor Elgin!"

"Do you know why?"

Tyrion turned around and wandered into the darkness, his voice still echoing in the darkness:

"Secrets come at a price! There are no free secrets, there are no now, no at any time... and you know so many secrets, the price is your freedom!"

Tyraine reached out and pulled a crystal-like ornament from his waist, shaking it in the dark, like showing off:

"Look! Your right eye was made into a talisman by me, and it also has a very good magic effect. I really like it. This thing is much more useful now than when it was on you!"

"Ah!"

Beast-like roar sounded behind him, and Zul'jin slapped the railing of the prison cage, shining with a lilac magic light:

"Don't give me a chance to escape again! Terion! You better watch me!"

"I swear! Only if there is a chance, I will give you everything you do to me... ten times! One hundred times! One thousand times! Ten thousand times back! You little bastard!"

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Zulkin is right, Tyrion lacks affection for his biological parents.

This is normal, you can't always count on a 30-year-old soul to suddenly have a parent-child relationship with a strange couple, although it is more than enough to be the great-grandparents who used to be Tyrion at the time they died.

But in the final analysis, this is not just a matter of age.

After the death of his parents, Tyrion was adopted by his mother’s former sister, Quel'Thalas, the current ranger general, and Ms. Lilyesa Windrunner. At that time, the husband of the woman also died in the hands of Zulkin, so Thai As a matter of course, Ryan became another disciple of the Ranger General. Despite the excellent blood of the Dawnblade family, Tyrion might be more promising as a mage.

He learned 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 adoptive mothers and children, will naturally make the two look intimate, but this intimacy has caused trouble for him and General Lilysa after Tyrion stepped into the battlefield. In fact, Zulkin's indecent rumors are not only discussed by the trolls, but also the privates of the Silver Moon City nobles who are idle.

What's more terrible is that there are many nobles in Yinyue City, and they are generally very idle.

That's why Tyrion, who was originally a frontline ranger captain on the Quel'Thalas garrison of the Eversong Forest Front and is hopeful to become the youngest ranger lord, will come to the hills. You must know that this place is in the high elves. In the eyes of him, the "land of no hair" is nothing short of self-exile.

Tyrion came from innocence and to avoid bad rumors that hurt his benevolent foster mother and family. He was there to protect them.

Seriously, this is the thing that annoys him most after 300 years of rebirth... By the way, did I say that he is actually a traversal...

The long time of 300 years is enough to wipe out the memories of the past less than 30 years. The memories of the past are ten times longer, and the memories are diluted. From the initial panic, to habits, and then to entering a new life, Tyrion spent nearly 100 years to adapt to all this.

Fortunately, with the average lifespan of the high elves, as long as he does not die on the battlefield, he will have at least a long 2700 years to live.

As for why he was dissatisfied with the world and went to be a prophet... because he didn't have that ability.

Azeroth has a bronze dragon that can predict the future and the past indefinitely. That is the power that even the high elf kingdom Quel'Thalas will be afraid of, and Tyrion's surname is not a day-by-day person, and indifferent Anas. King Tarian will not rashly change his national policy just because of his crazy words.

In this case, only a fool who does not know the value of life will be eager to try to be a "prophet" that may be hung up at any time... but really, instead of worrying about being killed by a bronze dragon in the future, Tyrion Sometimes there are more things to worry about.

For example... 3 flying axes stained with blood coming towards him!

"Third Squad! Prepare! Shoot!"

He stood on the hillside of Hillsbrad, slashing the sword in his hand, and at the same time as he ordered, he cut off the flying axe thrown at him.

At the next moment, 50 rangers about 100 yards behind him raised their battle bows. The inscribed in the bones of the elves allowed them to easily find the most suitable angle. 50 people shot in 15 seconds in a hurry. Four waves of arrows rain.

The sharp arrows crossed the sky, drawing a most beautiful and deadly arc, with the speed of the fall, with the most terrifying gesture, brought eternal death!

Below the hillside, more than 100 Amani trolls crossing the river were holding simple wooden shields in an attempt to resist the arrow rain falling from the sky. In the river, they could not disperse at all and could only eat four waves of arrow rain. Under this storm-like arrow, more than one-third of the trolls were nailed into the riverbed.

In terms of the trolls that give the self-healing power, this attack is not enough to kill them, but they can break up their formation, and the arrows of the Ranger Rangers who perform special tasks have simple enchantments. When this kind of arrow touches the earth, it will nail the opponent to the ground until the magic power is exhausted.

The scatter of the troll formations represents the opportunity of the elves!

"Click"

Tyrion twisted the two war knives in his hands together into a golden double-edged knife. This special-shaped weapon is unique to the Quel'Thalas elf. Once it swings, it is like sweeping the battlefield. Same as death storm.

Behind him, Roglio waved his war halberd, and Serent doubled out of the sheath. They each took their own Ranger squads and were ready to rush into the enemy lineup.

Tyrion brought a mask that protected his eyes to his face. He raised his war blade high and shouted:

"Tell these **** out loud! Who are we!"

"Arrow of Quel'Thalas!"

70 Rangers shouted in unison, they were imposing, standing behind Tirion without fear, as a member of Quel'Thalas' most elite Ranger "Walker", in addition to being absolutely qualified for archery, melee ability It must be absolutely excellent.

"Walker! Charge with me!"

Tyrion rushed down the hill first, his hands holding the blade in his right hand, and with the kinetic energy of the rapid downstroke, his muscular body jumped from the place and smashed into a chaotic troll like a cannonball. He held the knife handle with both hands, and at the moment when he landed, his steps were staggered, and his turn was a 360° cross cut.

Between the blades of light, the four trolls around him were cut with their waists together. The warm blood stained the entire river red at this moment. In the screams of the trolls, wielding double knives, the momentum was so high The Ranger Rangers also rushed into the enemy lineup like a mountain tiger, plunging into these trolls trying to rescue their chieftain.

The confrontation between the two sides is almost crushed...

The skinning knife in the hands of the fierce troll headhunter simply cannot penetrate the well-made chain armor of the rangers, and the weapons in the rangers' hands can easily cut off their armor and even cut off their heads together.

Quel'Thalas can fight against the forest trolls for thousands of years, relying not on the superiority of the number, the manpower comparison between the two sides, Quel'Thalas is meaninglessly at an extreme disadvantage, and the high elves rely on martial arts. To the equipment, the ultimate rolling in quality.

And now, in this human land, in the face of these trolls who lack the advantage of numbers and have lost their fighting spirit, Tyrion and his rangers only need to reach out and they can grasp the skirt of victory.

This can hardly be called a fight...

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"Clean up the battlefield and pile up these corpses and burn them together!"

The ambush came to an end in less than 10 minutes. There were only 7 minor injuries on the elf side, and the trolls were completely destroyed.

Obviously, these trolls who came to prison are definitely the victims of the internal power struggle in Armani. Their equipment and will are too bad... completely used as cannon fodder.

The cleaning of the battlefield was naturally done by the magnificent rangers. Tyrion washed his sword and hands in the water. He couldn't help but joked to Roglio around him:

"In fact, many times, I wonder if the nobles of Silvermoon City used Zul'jin as a bait, deliberately lure these brainless trolls to death... what's wrong? Roglio?"

Tyrion turned his head and saw Roglio's eyes fixed on the forest on the other side of the river. He couldn't help but ask:

"Anything?"

"There! I just saw a flash of flash...like those human knights wearing plate armor that are similar to arrows."

Loglio whispered hesitantly:

"But only for a moment, I doubt if I have read it wrong."

"Well? Knight? Here?"

Tyrion's brow also raised.

Hillsbrad Foothills belongs to the hinterland of northern Xinjiang. This is the richest plain in the Kingdom of Alterac. It is surrounded by the human state of northern Xinjiang. This is a perennial safe area, and even the most recent uproar The invasion of the Green Leather Orcs did not endanger the safety of the hills. In such a place, a heavily armed knight is obviously unlikely to appear.

However, as an experienced veteran ranger, Roglio is unlikely to make this kind of mistake, but he thinks of the recent invasion of the orcs in northern Xinjiang, and then uses his own memory to compare history, Tai Ryan's breath quietly hurried, if he remembered correctly, at this point in time, the orc seemed to be trying to attack humans across the sea.

Thinking of this, he patted Roglio's shoulder:

"Go! Let's go and see!"

After entering the woods, Tyrion saw the blood on the branches keenly. He pulled out the war bow with his backhand, while Rogerio on the other side also pulled out the sword from the waist. The two men pushed forward slightly from both directions. The shaking trees turned out to be a knight.

Roglio was right, the flash of light just happened when he stumbled, and when he saw the knight's wound, Tyrion frowned.

His sturdy plate armor was opened, and the flesh and blood were turned inside out, and there were traces of scorching. This was a fatal wound, and it was like a bruise caused by artillery!

There are also artillery in this world, and artillery using part of the magic technology may not be weaker than those that Tyrion has seen, but the question is, in the hinterland of Hillsbrad... how can there be artillery?

"Cough...you guys, you are elves... Rangers?"

The knight also found the ranger, but before waiting for him to speak, Tyrion leaned down and held his hand against the knight's neck. Roglio handed over a secret potion of the elf with great cooperation. Tyrion was slightly rude. Put the secret medicine into the knight's mouth, and then took out the water sac around his waist, forcibly poured it down.

"Cough! Listen to me, Rangers..."

The Cavaliers didn’t wait for Tyrion to ask, and said breathlessly: “I know you don’t have anything to do with humans, but now, you have to help us...”

"On the east side of the hills, on the coast... Orcs are stuck in the sea between Nanhai Town and Menethil Harbor. The Nanhai Town is full of wounded. Our three ships used to transport the wounded have... Those Butcher, they... they will kill our wounded... I beg you! I beg you to save them!"

Tyrion reached out and pressed his hand on the shoulder of the excited knight. Shen Sheng asked:

"What's your name? What are you going to do through this forest?"

"My... my name is Joe, Joe Ayre, I’m adjutant of General Gavinrad... I’m going to Dunhall Castle for help, but I’m sorry... I may not be able to support Dunhall Virtuous."

There was a trace of pain in the knight named Al, followed by a calm, he grabbed Tyrion's hand and said firmly:

"But the wounded in Nanhai Town... cough... I beg you, they are all heroes, even if they are going to die, they have to die on the battlefield, not the tragic death without counterattack... I beg you, Elves, I have nothing to give you...but..."

"We have our own mission, human beings, so unfortunately, please allow me to refuse!"

This straightforward refusal made Ayr Knight desperate, but seeing the iconic green Ranger's cloak behind Tyrion, the knight slammed a keen spirit, and he shouted with his last strength:

"Wait! Ranger! In Nanhai Town, not only the human wounded... but also your elves!"

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