Chapter 10 9. Zul'jin: Boiling Killing Intent

The title of headhunter is unique to trolls, representing the best hunters among trolls. They know how to hunt very well. In the tradition of trolls, hunting is one of the most important parts.

Originated from the savage living habits of the trolls in the barbaric era, these guys don't mind filling their stomachs with humanoid creatures when they lack food. However, the current Amani trolls seldom maintain the tradition of headhunting, but this title is Passed down, it will only be given to the best, most elite and most ruthless troll hunters.

They walked almost silently in the jungle, holding wooden war spears coated with secret voodoo. This insidious weapon is easy to break when piercing the body of the prey, and the broken weapon will kill the voodoo. Penetrates deeper into the veins of prey.

They are accustomed to using sharp throwing axes. The short-range lethality of this weapon is more than ten times that of arrows. High-level headhunters will also carry some voodoo trap materials and gadgets. The highest-level shadow hunters You can even summon the power of the Loa God to fight like the mages.

Of course, no matter which troll clan, the shadow hunter is a real big shot, just for a little Tyrion, it is not enough for the Amani tribe to use such a heavyweight killer.

Well, another word, although the shadow hunter sounds like a role like a ranger, in fact, in the tradition of trolls, this is actually a priesthood title...

Headhunters have always been the most troublesome opponents for high elf rangers, and this time, Tyrion will face 20 headhunters alone... For ordinary rangers, this is almost like death.

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In the dark and cold forest, the silent murderous intent spread out bit by bit under the beating of the raindrops, like an invisible big hand, clutching the beating heart tightly from the darkness.

A troll headhunter with a painted face clenched the spear in his hand. The troll's unique palm has a thumb and only three fingers, but their arms are extremely powerful, and they are always hunchbacked. The posture of the back makes the center of gravity very low, which makes the throwing axes and spears they throw more lethal.

He walked forward through the forest, holding his breath, knowing that he was facing one of the best rangers in Quel'Thalas. He did not appear to be afraid, but inside he was a little nervous.

Countless trolls have been slain by Tyrion, a fierce ranger captain well known among the Amani trolls! Because of this, killing him would be the best proof of strength!

The headhunter reached out and brushed aside the low-hanging branches in front of him. Before he took the next step, he keenly discovered the trap under his feet. It was a rough sling trap, covered with leaves, but the craftsmanship was too rough, maybe It was Tyrion who didn't have time to hide too much, in short, this was a failed trap.

The headhunter withdrew his feet, and he sneered in the darkness. There was a big tree on the left, so the headhunter subconsciously moved a step to the right, but when his footsteps stepped on the thick fallen leaves beside the trap, the The feeling of emptiness made his eyes widen.

"crash"

The bouncing rope flipped the headhunter upside down into the air. At the moment when the world was spinning, he vaguely saw a sharp edge glowing in the darkness behind him.

"puff"

The sharp arrow entered the body, and in the forest shrouded in darkness, there was only the sound of blood dripping on the fallen leaves, and the rough trap still existed under the leaves, which seemed to represent Tyrion's silent mockery.

On the other side, two troll headhunters were advancing in the forest one after the other. Their well-developed sense of smell could easily smell the bloody smell gradually spreading in the forest. They were very familiar with that pungent smell because their bodies The same wild blood flows.

And in this pungent bloody smell, there is no mild smell that belongs to the high elves, that is to say...Tyrion is not dead yet, and he has already started his own hunt under heavy siege.

This dire situation raised the vigilance of the two headhunters to a higher level. Every few steps they took, they would distinguish the way ahead in the dark. The forest terrain of Hillsbrad Hills is not complicated, at least Not as frightening as the forests of Silvermoon and the Hinterlands, but Tyrion has been stationed near this forest for four years, and he knows this forest like the back of his hand.

It's like, your own hunting ground.

"fluttering fluttering"

The sudden sound in the darkness made the two nervous trolls quickly raise their heads, and saw a large group of night owls flying in the forest, as if the arrival of the trolls disturbed their quiet hunting.

And at the moment when the scattered voices sounded, a deadly sharp arrow was shot from the branch behind the troll, piercing the chest of the troll in front, and the enchantment attached to the arrow shaft was activated by blood. At that moment, the tall troll was crucified to the ground.

"Ah!"

At the moment when the screams sounded, Tyrion's figure jumped down from the branch. What he held in his hands was not an elf's sword, but a wooden spear with the characteristics of a troll. In the forest, the light green voodoo on the spear is so shocking.

"puff"

The headhunter at the back reacted quickly enough. The moment his companion was hit by an arrow, his body jumped outwards, but his arm was still scratched by the swinging spear. The fragile wooden spear broke rapidly in the collision. , Those stubbles flying in the darkness pierced into the troll's arm like tiny hidden weapons.

The quick-acting voodoo quickly melted into the headhunter's blood vessels. After barely shaking with Tyrion, who had drawn out his saber, for a few seconds, his body became heavy and his breathing became heavy.

"puff"

The sharp blade entered the body, and the indifferent elf ranger flipped the hilt of the knife, smashing the troll's heart completely. His footsteps retreated, and behind him, the headhunter who was pierced through his body broke free from his restraints, and rushed towards Tyrion with a roar , as the Ranger waved his left hand, the two elf warblades merged into one, and the strange-shaped warblade created a whirlwind as he flipped his wrist.

"bang bang bang"

After three blows, the headhunter lost his weapon and his left arm. Tyrion didn't give him any time to rest. He stepped forward and drew a sharp arrow from his quiver with his backhand. The metal blade in his left hand pierced into it. His body, the arrow in his right hand pierced his eyes fiercely, piercing his brain.

"puff"

The bloody arrow was pulled out and put back into the pouch. Tyrion, who was pale, stretched out his hands to cover his abdomen. The chain armor there was cut open, and there were two cuts inside by the throwing axe, and the flesh and blood turned out. The wound, and his left hand for drawing the bow is already dripping with blood.

It is basically impossible to win 1 vs 20 without getting injured, unless a ranger like his mentor, General Liresa, is still possible.

"Well"

Chewed up the elven secret medicine he carried with him and applied it on the wound. The irritating pain made Tyrion grit his teeth. After the wound stopped bleeding, he looked around and walked quickly into the depths of the forest.. . Looking for the next prey, he has no time to waste.

Twenty minutes later, the last surviving headhunter rushed out of the forest without looking back, screaming.

As if escaping from the most terrifying nightmare and ascending to heaven, he has a horrified expression on his face. Out of 20 heavily armed headhunters, he is the only one who has survived the assassination of Tyrion until now. The pressure, as well as the corpses of those tragic companions, had completely broken the taut strings in the headhunter's heart.

After narrowly escaping Tyrion's killing arrow, he was terrified and rushed out of the forest desperately, but made the most shameful mistake for a hunter.

He exposed his defenseless back to his deadly opponent, but don't expect him to show mercy.

"whoosh"

The wooden war spear flew out of the dark forest, like a spear piercing the prey, and pierced into the flesh and blood on the back of the headhunter. The infiltration of voodoo into the body also meant death to this headhunter.

"plop"

The trembling troll headhunter couldn't control his muscles. He knelt down on the bank of the river in the forest. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the indifferent leader in front of him. He struggled to beg for a living.

Zul'jin looked at the last surviving headhunter indifferently with his remaining one-eyed eyes. The frightened gesture made him feel the malice of that elf boy again. He stretched out his dry and weak hand and clasped it with three fingers. the neck of the dying headhunter.

"You didn't bring back his head, you dishonored the Amani clan..."

"click"

The mysterious incantation on Zul'jin's upper body emitted a faint light, and the light green light wrapped around his arms. His body, which had become weak due to long-term imprisonment, seemed to have regained nutrients and became muscular again. Zhang, and the headhunter whose neck was held by him, seemed to be exposed to the rapid passage of time, and soon weakened, and finally turned into a terrifying mummy.

"Kaka"

Zul'jin moved his neck, and there was a crisp collision sound between the bones. He looked back at the trolls holding torches behind him, and some orcs sitting and watching from a distance, especially the calm light of the orc leader. , made him feel a trace of contempt.

The old leader of the Amani troll snorted and walked towards the death forest ahead:

"My disgrace, I will wash away with my own hands...Until I return with Tyrion's head, Warlord Saurfang, I will entrust my army to you temporarily!"

This sentence stunned the leader of the orcs. The armored orc nodded. His serious contempt disappeared and was replaced by a touch of scrutiny. He said in a deep voice:

"The chief of Orgrim is waiting for the news of my victory, Zul'jin, you don't have much time left! The Horde will meet your requirements, but at the same time, you must also meet our requirements!!"

"Just break through Silvermoon City!"

Zul'jin glanced back at Saurfang, a sinister smile appeared on his old face:

"The Amani trolls will become the most staunch allies of the tribe! Thousands of trolls will fight for your chief under the banner of the tribe! Amani always keep their word..."

"But before that, I want to enjoy the... little fun of revenge!"