Chapter 15 14. Hunter. Prey

The Hillsbrad Hills are the hinterland of the Alterac Kingdom, and can be said to be the richest place in the Alterac Kingdom. It connects the withering Stormgarde Kingdom in the southeast, and in the northeast, It is connected by a lush forest and the alpine region of the Hinterlands.

In the eyes of the human nations in the northern borders, the Hinterlands is an out-and-out barren land. The mountain roads that may be walked are connected, and the mountain roads are filled with poisonous gas, and the high mountains are full of wild forests and dangerous beasts.

Griffins, moonkins, and even travelers swear that they have seen dragons in the mountains of the Hinterlands.

Of course, the above has nothing to do with this war of orcs invading the world, at least at this stage, it has nothing to do with it.

But this war, which currently only belongs to humans and orcs, will eventually intensify and eventually involve the entire eastern kingdom, and even these alien races will not be spared, and in the end, the follow-up triggered by this war will be completely Upend this peaceful world.

"hum"

A scorching fireball fell from the sky, illuminating the dim forest in the dark. When it landed, it ruthlessly involved the trees around the landing point, and the smoke from the burning flames also wiped out the surrounding darkness. The foil is more gloomy.

A strange creature with orange-red flame patterns all over its body, dragonfly wings, an eagle's head, and a dragon-like tail hovers in the darkness above the forest. It dies with only one eye left. Staring at the ranger who was struggling to escape in the darkness below, he uttered a vicious and sharp taunt in the dark forest leading to the Hinterlands.

"Run! Little Tyrion, run! You only have a few minutes left to live, you play my game, use my rules, you are already dead..."

Most of the loa gods served by Zul'jin and his Amani clan are the spirits of beasts. These mysterious conceptual creatures can give believers the same shape-changing ability as druids, but compared to the stable transformation of druids, loa The changes given by God are all evil and manic, and the transformation time can't be extended for too long.

But for Tyrion, who is now really in desperation and exhausted, there is not much difference.

He struggled back and forth in the dark forest, his face was covered with bloodstains and burn scars, relying on the secret medicine brought by Lor'themar, he could barely move, but he knew that in Zul In Jin's massacre filled with hatred, the time left for him is running out.

Zul'jin's patience appears to have run its course as he abandons the knife-cutting spirit of the lynx for the more lethal spirit of the dragonhawk. Frightened and burned alive.

And Tyrion's performance at this time is also very in line with the scene Zul'jin expected. He galloped in the sea of ​​flames in a panic, and he didn't even dare to look back at him. Pushed to the last desperate situation, presumably, those lowered eyes are already full of hopeless fear.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Thinking of this, Zul'jin let out a pleasant and vicious laugh. He flapped the wings of the dragon eagle and slowly fell from the air. In the one-eyed glance, Tyrion's gesture of running away in a hurry was so pleasing to the eye.

"Your death is only the beginning, little Tyrion."

"Amani has a new ally, and I can see the manic blood surging in those orcs at a glance. Using them as a weapon to crush Quel'Thalas is simply perfect!"

Zul'jin sounded like a victor's voice in the darkness, and the dark voice carried undisguised malice:

"Perhaps I'll be merciful to prepare you a tomb that says "The Burial Place of Tyrion the Elven Ranger." You took my eyes, you brought me the shame of failure, and I take your life , shouldn’t be too much, right?”

"Oh, by the way, after killing your widowed mentor, I will mercifully bury her with you...no need to thank me!"

Zul'jin was sure of winning. He opened the dragon eagle's mouth, and finally a series of scorching flames spewed out from his mouth. In the air, which was less than 30 meters away from the ground, the rain of flames fell extremely fast.

"boom"

Tyrion dodged the first shot with difficulty, and he saw a clearing in the forest ahead, with an excellent view without any obstructions!

That's the best place to ambush!

His body, which was already exhausted to the extreme, erupted with the last strength. Amid the scorching heat of falling down one after another, he rushed towards the open space frantically, and at the moment he threw himself into the open space, his back was hit by the last blow from the sky. When the fireball hit, the whole person was like a falling rock, rolling in the air, and smashed to the edge of the open space in embarrassment.

He was lying on the ground, the inner lining of the chain armor on his back was ignited, and weak flames burned behind his back. The whole person was motionless, looking as if he was completely dead.

This scene stunned Zul'jin for a moment.

This vicious troll chief had fantasized about Tyrion's various ways of dying, but this was the only way. This...death was too quiet, too sudden, so sudden that he couldn't accept it, and he Subconsciously flapping his wings, he slowly fell from the sky, wanting to see if this guy was pretending to be dead or really dead.

Behind him, in the ignited forest, in the shadow of flying flames, a red figure slowly stood up from the branch, holding in the air a giant bow engraved with phoenix patterns, specially designed for The armor-piercing arrow rested firmly on the bow.

Lor'themar Theron's eyes were fixed on the dragonhawk descending in the darkness, and he knew that this was the only chance Tyrion fought for him.

Just like sniping the dragon knight on the sea before, the two rangers who are not close to each other have a kind of tacit understanding between life and death, but this is different from the previous two who joined forces to save Dai Lin. When it comes to the Amani trolls and Zul'jin, even naturally hostile fighters in Quel'Thalas band together spontaneously.

No one wants to see Zul'jin return to the Amani tribe, so...

"Please... die here!!"

The moment the dragon eagle incarnated by Zul'jin was about to touch Tyrion, Theron separated his bandaged fingers, and the strong vibration of the bowstring easily shattered the bandages on his fingers, causing blood to burst out wantonly. And the armor-piercing sharp arrow stained with blood, like a shooting star in the darkness, rushed towards the most vulnerable belly of Zul'jin's dragon eagle body.

"whoosh"

At a distance of nearly 400 meters, it takes time for the arrow to reach the target, and the transmission of sound is always faster than the real thing. At the moment when he heard the sound of the bowstring, Zuljin was startled, flapping his wings and was about to fly, and At this moment, Tyrion, who was lying on the ground, propped up his arms suddenly, jumped up from the spot, and grabbed Zul'jin's body with his hands full of burns.

The blood-soaked dagger that he held tightly in his hand stabbed firmly into his body, and Tyrion gritted his teeth, which seemed to be a roar from the soul, mixed with all the anger and unyielding.

"This... from the beginning! It's not... your game!!"

Zul'jin's one eye faced Tyrion's. In those eyes, there was pain, hatred, anger, and killing intent...but there was nothing he wanted to see...fear!

"puff"

Zul'jin, who was caught by his body and unable to take off, felt the magical arrow piercing the most vulnerable abdomen of the dragon eagle spirit in the next moment, and the sharp arrow pierced his flesh and blood, destroying the beast in an instant When the spirit met, Zul'jin let out a cry of pain, and his figure suddenly changed back into a troll form, entangled with Tyrion, and fell from the low sky.

The bodies of trolls are not so easy to kill, and their self-healing is just like a beast.

But at the moment of landing, Zul'jin felt the paralysis of the wound, which made his lower body almost lose the ability to move.

"Poison! You actually use poison!"

And Tyrion, who fell beside him, howled, like a dying beast, jumped up and rode on Zuljin, his left hand tightly strangled Zuljin's neck, his bloodshot eyes, Just like on the battlefield 5 years ago, it even made the troll chief feel a faint fear:

"Everyone dies, and not everyone lives! Zul'jin! Die here!"

"puff"

The dagger in Tyrion's right hand pierced Zul'jin's neck again, blood flowed, and the crisis of death rushed to his face.

"Go away!"

"boom"

Tyrion was too weak. Zul'jin swung his fist and sent his body flying with one punch. Lor'themar, who rushed out of the forest, caught Tyrion's body and threw several bullets with his backhand. The secret medicine was stuffed into his mouth.

The ranger who shot the deadly arrow looked up, and saw Zul'jin who was sitting up in the open space pulled out a bone dagger from his waist, and chopped off the arrow shaft remaining in his abdomen with his hand. It was a suicide act, but this reckless breaking made the enchantment of connecting the arrows as a whole invalid, so that the arrows that kept enlarging the wound could be clamped by the abdominal muscles.

"How despicable!"

Zul'jin spat bloody spit, looked at Lor'themar, and cursed loudly:

"When did the proud Quel'Thalas elves learn to use poison? I thought only rough trolls like us would do that!"

Faced with this kind of ridicule, Lor'themar did not fight back. He chose a more direct method. He threw the huge war bow aside and drew his unique two-handed epee with a backhand. The blade made by the master glowed sharply under the moonlight.

"puff"

"Ahhh!!!"

Facing Lor'themar who was rushing towards him like a tiger, Zul'jin, who was using voodoo to dispel the toxin, swung his bony dagger to block the blow, but how could flesh and blood be opponents of steel? In the meantime, Zulkin's left arm flew into the sky amidst his screams.

"It hurts, go to hell! Go to hell!!"

At that moment, the left hand full of loa charms hit the blood-stained ground, still beating nervously, and after it, Zul'jin, who felt the threat of death, forcibly summoned the spirit of the beast again regardless of his seriously injured body .

"Aw!"

Accompanied by a bear roar, a huge black giant bear appeared in the open space. It had a single fierce eye that was driven to a dead end, and a mutilated front paw. It only relied on one paw and the great strength endowed by the spirit of the beast. , In between Kankan, blocked Lor'themar's fallen blade in front of him.

"tear up"

The giant bear's fur was tough, and Lor'themar's sword slashed on it, causing a hideous wound, but he failed to cut off the claw completely like before, and Zul'jin, who was completely driven to a dead end, also He became ruthless, the bear head of his changed beast spirit roared, and he used his hard skull to resist Lor'themar's slashing attack. He raised his upper body, waved the remaining bear claw, and slapped Lor'themar with one paw. chest.

"boom"

A ranger is not a warrior after all, although his movements are more vigorous and lethal, but in a frontal confrontation, the elf ranger's slender figure really does not have an advantage.

The blow under the threat of death sent Lor'themar's body flying several steps away, and taking this opportunity, Zul'jin stepped back two steps, the power of the Loa God rolled in his body, causing his body to once again Changes, amidst the fierce eagle brutality, a black eagle with deformed wings struggled to fly from the spot and galloped towards the night sky.

"I won't die here! Tyrion, remember it!"

"When Quel'Thalas is destroyed by war, I will come to you again! I will kill everyone around you! I will strangle everyone in the Windrunner family with my own hands!! I use Amani Swear in the name of!"

"whoosh whoosh"

At the moment when Zuljin's roar sounded, three sharp arrows flew out from below, piercing through the space, piercing into his body viciously, flying the black eagle feathers all over the sky, and howling Zul'jin also completely lost his balance, and fell obliquely from the sky towards the clearing in the forest.

And outside the burning forest, Tyrion, whose whole body was already horrific, put down the phoenix war bow in his hand with great difficulty, his body swayed, and at the moment before he was about to fall, he supported his body with the war bow , and what erupted from those eyes was a look that was in sharp contrast to the weak body.

Sharp as a knife... vowing to kill this damned, indestructible destiny.

"Where do you want to go? Don't even think about going anywhere!"

"I've seen it... to die here is your fate!!"