Azeroth’s Death Track

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Put in the rhythm of the entire war, the death of Tyrion. Blade of Dawn is not a big deal, it is just a victim of collision between the two camps before the decisive battle.

But Tyrion’s death did change something.

Due to his special status, his death directly led the Ranger General and the Windrunner Family to the Prince Kael'sass who advocated war. The Windrunner is Quel'Thalas' largest Ranger Family. The impact is huge.

Therefore, in the seats of the Silver Moon Council, the nobles who agreed with the prince accounted for the majority. This time, even if Anastalian did not want to add the elves to this muddy water of humans and orcs, Had to give in under the power of the nobles.

Although the order to formally join the alliance has not been issued yet, the three Ranger units belonging to the Ranger Corps have already departed from the Quel'Thalas homeland to the Hillsbrad Foothills and Arathi Highlands to join the war. There is also the pride of the high elves, the powerful Firewing Mage Legion.

Although the total number of people is only nearly 1,000, the addition of this force makes the terrified Seven Nations Alliance cheer. The fighting power of the high elves cannot be measured by the number of people. As long as the legion arrives, it means, Quel'Thalas' well-made war materials will also be open to the human country.

Although it is expensive, at the moment of the battle of life and death, if you can buy victory with the money, I am afraid that the kings will even be willing to go bankrupt.

The soldiers of the Quel'Thalas elves have a quick style. When they first arrived in the hills and Arathi Highlands, they had already started their own hunting.

"Swoosh"

The red arrow pierced the air, relentlessly reaping the life of the orc scout riding on the black wolf. The arrow pierced his throat from behind, and the scout's body swayed twice, just behind the Mercedes-Benz war wolf. Falling down, the loyal wolf is unwilling to give up his master.

But the next moment, before its roar sounded, another sharp arrow pierced its heart relentlessly.

This is a hunt.

At the junction of Arathi Highlands and Hillsbrad Foothills, on the endless grassland, a ranger squad is chasing and killing twice as many orc scouts as they are.

These slender elves have no fear of rough orcs, as long as they distance, even the strongest orcs will die on the road to charge.

"Scattered escape!"

The captain of the orc scout crimson eyes and looked at the companion who was constantly shot from behind. Waving his hunting stick, he shouted:

"Bring back the news that the elves appeared in Arathi! Scatter!"

"Swoosh"

Before the words fell, a young man with a blood-ring orc around him was pierced in the heart. Facing these precision-stricken elves with broken armor arrows, these ambushing orc scouts were stared at by cold death. No matter how you dodge, there is no way to escape the death envelope.

"Wow"

In the shadow of death, the scouts spread out quickly, and behind them, the rangers on horses and stalking birds also pursued.

Serente Firewing rode on Mercedes-Benz's warhorse. The bow in his hand opened the arc and locked an orc scout who had lost the war wolf and was running hard. There was no hesitation or indifference in the eyes of the elf captain Like ice.

"Swoosh"

The sharp arrows shot from the bowstring, and after 2 seconds, the orc was nailed to the ground.

"Uh"

Serent pulled out the war knife, and at the moment the war horse brushed the orc, the war knife in his hand rose and fell, and a gritty head rolled down on the grass in the blood.

"Did you see it? Tyrion! Roger! Seen it? I killed another one!"

Serent shouted inwardly:

"Your heroes bless me! I will continue to kill this way! Until I find that **** Saurfang! I will pay homage to you with the orc's head and blood!"

As the captain of the ranger once under Tyrion, Serent saw the camp that was completely destroyed by the orcs after that night's deadly battle. 150 rangers guarding there, and only 30 of them died.

In the ruins of the camp full of blood of the Ranger, the remaining 30 Rangers have vowed that the rest of their lives will revenge for their tragic brothers. Before the culprit, Saurfang, was killed, the Ranger We will not stop the killing.

Long-lived species like elves are very important to vows. Once vows are made, they must be completed, but among the surviving rangers, Serrent is not the craziest.

"Ah! Aah!"

An orc who was stabbed in the left leg with a sharp arrow scouted on the grass and moved forward. From the point where the sharp arrow pierced, this was not a missed shot, but the bow-holder intentionally shot and prevented him from escaping.

With the orc's difficult movement, a striking 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 marks still kept the two intact. The eyes represent that he has not passed the cruel adulthood ceremony of the Blood Ring clan, and now, this young soul is about to die.

Behind him, a ranger wearing the chains of the Far Wanderer, holding the war halberd, stood on the spot and looked at the orc trying to escape coldly.

Cassell Mingyi, the youngest ranger captain under Tyrion, that rainy night massacre completely changed the fate of many people, and for Cassell, his change was so dramatic, so It's hard to accept.

"Is it painful?"

Seeing the young orc scout knocked down by fear and unable to move forward on the ground, Cassell stepped forward and plucked the young orc's body with the halberd in his hand. He said in a cold voice:

"Why not escape? As long as you escape 10 meters away, I will let you go! The elves speak and count."

The words spoken in lingua made the young orc tremble. He looked back at the elf behind with horror and only saw a cold face, but no one wanted to die, so the orc struggled to move forward. Crawl.

Until he was about to climb out of 10 meters, the elf behind him still had nothing to say, which made the orc's eyes burst out with hope of survival, but the next moment, the sharp war halberd pierced his heart from behind.

"puff"

The halberd was pulled out of the wound, and the blood brought out splashed on the back of Kassel's hand. The elf wiped the blood on the cloak. He looked at the body under his feet and shook his head:

"I'm sorry, I said something! But when you slaughtered my compatriots, you never gave them kindness..."

"I just...return blood to blood, revenge with hatred!"

"Cather! Stop the escaped guy!"

The shout of the companion came from behind. The captain of the Ranger inserted the war halberd into the ground, pulled out the war bow with his backhand, and quickly rushed up the hillside behind him. Mercedes.

A total of 12 scouts are the only ones left.

Cather hit three arrows, and the light of hatred jumped in his eyes. With the hum of the bow string, the three arrows broke through the wind of the Arathi Highlands and slammed into the fugitives hundreds of yards away.

After saving three arrows, Kassel eventually left one, and three escaped their range. This failure caused Kassel to squeeze the battle bow in his hand. His face was ugly to the extreme. .

"Still let them run... really unwilling!"

Cassell said to Serent who came to him: "I really should kill every one of them!"

"do not worry!"

Serent glanced back at the hills in the rear, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he said in a deep voice:

"They can't run!"

In the center of the battlefield behind the two, Aurelia Windrunner stood on the uphill hillside. In her sight, she could clearly see the three orc scouts who had escaped successfully. They were at least 700 yards away from her. It is already a distance that ordinary arrows cannot reach.

But Aurelia did not give up in her eyes. She threw the war bow commonly used in her hand to the ranger around her, and took out the red, wide, ancient mark of the ancient windrunner-Sasdora's war bow from the back.

Not hitting the arrow, at the moment Aurelia opened the bow string, the air around her began to roll, the magic in the air was attracted by this special war bow, and a black magic arrow appeared on the bow string, Between illusions, it seems so solid.

"In the name of Tyrion..."

Aurelia's face was indifferent, and there was no emotion in her eyes. Her arms were raised slightly, and the fingers that caught the bow string were released sharply.

"Om"

The black magic arrow was like a bullet flying out of the gun barrel, and even brought a small sonic boom in the air, rushing towards the fleeing orc at a speed far exceeding the ordinary arrow.

At the moment of approaching the target, the black magic arrow trembles, rippling the magic around the body, and splitting into 6 rotating small arrows, like a storm of sharp arrows, instantly removing all obstacles in front of you Everything goes through.

It was a terrifying sight. In the eyes of watching Kasser and Serent, the three orcs who fled together with the wolves under them, seemed to be pierced by dozens of arrows and flesh and blood at that moment. Fly, the moment the black magic arrow disappeared, the fugitive's life ended with a bunch of disgusting, unrecognizable broken limbs and broken arms.

This scene is enough for anyone who sees it to shudder.

Azeroth is an ancient and mysterious world. There are many treasures with special powers hidden in the corners of the world. Aurelia can degenerate into a magical war bow in his hand. Sasdora is one of them. Members... Such treasures with power, not ordinary people can covet, in fact, ordinary people can not master them.

"Uh"

After Aurelia turned her red war bow back, her fingers were still trembling abnormally. She extended her other hand, brushed her long blond hair, and looked back at the quiet battlefield. , She said softly:

"Purge this grassland...Once you find other orcs, kill!"

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"Call...Call"

An orc covered in blood scrambled through the marsh in the wetlands.

He was the only survivor of the encounter 30 minutes ago. When the crazy elves were killing his companions, he hid under the corpse of the wolf and escaped. He still had a semi-cut arrow on his arm.

There are barbs on the arrow. As an experienced scout, he dare not pull it out rashly, which will enlarge his wound and eventually die of excessive blood loss.

"This news must be brought back to the clan!"

This orc has made a difficult step-by-step trek in the quagmire. As a blood-ring orc who has lived in a cruel jungle since he was a child, such a harsh environment cannot help him.

But just as the orc rushed out of the quagmire and could already see the blood ring clan's camp far away, a low horse bell sounded behind him.

"Uh"

The orc scout turned around and saw two dark shadows riding on the warhorse, walking forward in the muddy muddy mud. The muddy mud seemed to have no effect on the march of the warhorse. Look carefully. The land was covered with traces of ice.

The body of the warhorse is almost completely a skeleton with white bones. It has a saddle with armor and quirky long horns on its head. Its eyes exude blood red, and there is no slight sound during the journey. This is definitely not a living creature.

"Death Knight! Take me a ride!"

As the two dark figures approached, the gasping blood-ring orcs shouted at them, and when the headed Death Knight turned back, those ice-blue, emotionless eyes made the orcs retreat subconsciously step.

What made him feel more scared was that it was a face of an elf! It is this kind of elf that slaughtered his team just now.

This fear was immediately captured by the death knight. Tyrion looked at the wounded orc, and he asked without emotion:

"Are you afraid of me? Why?"

"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 crazy!"

"Huh? Elf Ranger?"

Tyrion raised an eyebrow and said in a hoarse, dry voice:

"Why are they here? Who are their leaders?"

"I do not know!"

The blood-ring orc glanced at the death knight in disgust. He had no interest in these dead and resurrected bodies. He said casually: "Their leader is a woman... blond hair, with blue war marks on his arms. The shape is like a bird..."

"Click"

At the next moment, Tyrion's arm was raised abruptly, strangling the orc's neck, and easily lifted into the air. His ice-blue eyes rolled in a daunting color.

"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, watching the body engulfed by the swamp, and then he manipulated the horse as usual and continued to move forward.

"Dingling, Dingling..."

The low and ominous horse bell continued to ring in the swamp, like a certain signal of the arrival of death, Tyrion manipulated the horse rein and walked toward the distant orc camp, he asked softly:

"Glockush, my servant, you won't tell the whistle?"

"Huh? What? I don't know anything... what to tell?"

"Um... that's good, go back and I will teach you Frost Rune."

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