Chapter 16 15. The Chief's Death

Zul'jin is a high-level troll priest who can manipulate the divine power of the Loa. Although he is still one step away from the high-level priest Shadow Hunter who serves the Loa, he was not the same as Tyrion and Lor'themar in his heyday. The little ranger captain can fight.

In the war 5 years ago, the ranger general of Silvermoon City, the strongest ranger, Ms. Liresa Windrunner, paid the price of being seriously injured, and with the assistance of Tyrion and a group of elite rangers, she was caught in the trap of Silvermoon Forest , captured Zul'jin.

It was a bloody battle, but honestly, everyone thought it was worth the sacrifice.

After losing Zul'jin, the Amani clan weakened almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the troll society that exists in the form of tribes, a wise leader is enough to be worth tens of thousands of troops...

During the five years in captivity, Zul'jin's injuries have not fully recovered. In fact, even now, he is still seriously injured, fighting Tyrion and Lor'themar.

It can be said that if Zul'jin was not so obsessed with revenge and gave himself even one day to cultivate, this tragic battle would have a different ending.

Defeating the strong with the weak is often called a miracle, but in the world of Azeroth, high-level existences crush low-level existences in all directions. As long as the high-level strong has a little brains, he can defeat low-level opponents. During the pursuit, he escaped unharmed.

Just like the orc warlord Saurfang who was trekking in the forest at this time...

Even if Dai Lin personally leads the human army with high momentum to hunt down the injured Saurfang, it is still not something that the human infantry can fight against. As a high-level fighter, Saurfang has mastery of his own strength and anger. , which is enough for him to fight brazenly without losing the wind when facing an opponent several times his own.

As for Dai Lin, who was able to fight with him... Please, do you really think that His Majesty Dai Lin can become the commander of the Alliance Navy only because of his noble status?

wrong! Dailin Proudmoore, in addition to his noble status, in this era, he is also one of the strongest fighters in the human world...

"Ah, this mission has completely failed..."

Supported by Red Blackhand, Saurfang trekked forward in the dark forest. His battle ax was carried by another orc covered in blood. Behind him were less than 20 remnants of soldiers. And the other more than 100 elite orc warriors who followed him had already died on the battlefield and under the siege of Dai Lin.

"What a disgrace!"

The warlord closed his eyes tiredly, stretched out his hand, and signaled for the troops to stop and rest. They had already penetrated deep into this forest, and it was not suitable for human knights to march here, and Dai Lin had a little brain, so he would not send human infantry in. die.

"It's not your fault, Overseer!"

Red took out the jerky from his pocket and gave it to Saurfang. While eating, he comforted him:

"Your arrangement is correct. It's all due to that reckless troll chief Zul'jin. If he hadn't insisted on hunting down the elf ranger alone, we wouldn't have fallen into the siege and ambush of humans."

"If you lose, you lose, Red!"

Saurfang swallowed some dry and hard meat with difficulty, and he said softly: "Humans didn't use any tricks, they defeated us on the battlefield, that human king, Dailin...he must have Will become the warchief's most difficult opponent to conquer this continent."

"But they outnumber us three times!"

Reid Blackhand retorted somewhat dissatisfied: "Still making raids in the dark, I don't think this is an honorable victory!"

"We are orcs, Red...we are born with more than three times the strength of humans..."

Saurfang said coldly:

"Is it worth boasting to defeat the same number of humans? We came to this world from our dying world, and all creatures in this world regard us as enemies! If we can't face up to our failure, sooner or later we will be defeated by our own Arrogance crushed... Remember that human, Red, if you have the chance, no matter how many casualties you pay, you will kill him!"

"I see, Overseer..."

Red responded in a deep voice, but the next moment, he asked:

"Then shall we go back like this?"

"No! We're going to find Zul'jin, and whether he's alive or dead, we're going to bring him back. The warchief has other plans for him! And it's important."

"Overseer! Overseer!"

The orc scout sent to scout the way quickly ran back. He pointed behind him panting, and said to Saurfang:

"We found the charred and extinguished woods ahead, which should be the traces of the battle just now, and we also found this!"

The scout handed the thing in his hand to Saurfang, who narrowed his eyes after taking a look.

It was a fragment of the cloak of a Ranger Ranger, and it was stained with a special smell of medicine and residual blood. Judging from the broken stubble, its owner seemed to have been attacked by some kind of wild beast.

"Looks like what Zul'jin left behind... that weird sorcery, the battle mode that turns into a beast... He's right in front!"

The warlord clenched the cloth strip in his hand, and he suddenly felt ominous. Perhaps, Zul'jin might not be able to complete his revenge.

"Don't rest! Quick! Follow him to him! Zul'jin can't die...at least not now!"

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Zul'jin's body lay on the grass covered with blood, and he didn't know whether his good luck had run out, or Tyrion's luck was too good, and one of the three arrows that pierced his chest pierced through. His lung lobes made it difficult for the old troll to even breathe.

Every breath he took was accompanied by extreme pain, and the corners of his mouth were filled with disgusting blood froth. This kind of injury could no longer be recovered by the divine power of God Loa in a short time.

Lor'themar leaned on a big sword and limped forward. He looked at Zul'jin who was dying, and cut off the guy's right arm with a knife in his hand. After finishing this rather cruel thing Afterwards, his fingers were still dancing on the hilt of his sword, and he seemed to want to cut off Zul'jin's head with a single blow, but like Tyrion, Lor'themar, as the captain of the ranger, also knew one thing.

For high-level priests like Zuljin who mastered voodoo mysteries, the body is just a carrier for them, and what they pursue is the eternal life of the soul.

In this case, once Zul'jin is killed in an improper way, his soul can still exist in the world, and with some mysterious ritual, he is directly summoned back to Zul'Aman, the holy land of the Amani trolls. After a long recuperation there, he will be reborn as another person.

This is equivalent to giving Zul'kin freedom in disguise.

And that's the problem. With Zul'jin's dire situation now, both his arms have been cut off, his lung lobes are injured, and there are still toxins left in his lower body. Even if he wants to commit suicide, he won't be able to commit suicide...

"boom"

Lor'themar rummaged through the bag of voodoo materials that Zul'jin carried with him, and finally threw a strange bottle emitting blue light at Tyrion's feet. The latter glanced at it and took it away with some disgust. up.

"Do I really want to drink?"

Tyrion's face showed disgust as if he was facing torture, while Lor'themar's always stern face showed a shy smile:

"Drink, drink, this is a good thing, freshly squeezed mojo, in your current situation, you need this kind of thing, it can restore your vitality quickly, er, although... the taste may not be so good ..."

Mojo, this is another thing that belongs to the bad tradition of trolls. Simply put, this thing is equivalent to a concentrated product of life force and magic power, which is extracted from the living body in a very cruel way. Used in some evil rituals, or witch doctors to quickly restore mana in battle.

Its taste is the same as its cruel production process, just taste it once, and you will know what the most terrifying malice in the world is.

"vomit!"

Tyrion pinched his nose and poured down the small jar of magic essence. When he felt the viscous liquid flow into his body, he threw away the bottle, feeling as if he had eaten a slug alive. Turned around and started retching.

But this thing is disgusting. After drinking it, Tyrion could feel a warm feeling, rippling in his cold body, which quickly recovered his spirit a little.

"Give me the knife!"

Tyrion took a deep breath, picked a handful of leaves from the side, and stuffed them into his mouth, using the raw taste to cover up the remaining breath of the demon. He waved to Lor'themar, who waved his hand Yang, a delicate red dagger, fell into the hands of Tyrion.

This guy really, really likes red things.

Holding the dagger, Tyrion walked up to Zul'jin. He looked down at the troll chief, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his pale mouth:

"5 years ago, I took your right eye...do you think that's a shame?"

"The game is over now, the winner takes all, I will take everything from me, I will not be soft..."

"Your other eye and your life belong to me!"

Lor'themar shook his head, turned around, unwilling to see this cruel scene, and behind him, Zul'jin's painful roar sounded like a night owl in the dark, but when the painful roar reached its peak At that moment, the sound of a blade cutting through bones made Lor'themar turn his head abruptly.

He saw Tyrion beheading the horrific Zul'jin with his phoenix epee.

"You killed him just like that?"

Lor'themar frowned, but Tyrion didn't answer, but tore off Zul'jin's torn clothes, wrapped Zul'jin's head, and held it in his hand:

"After catching him last time, the mentor wanted to kill him with his own hands. At that time, I listened to the conversation between her and Councilman Darkan. The mage told my mentor to completely kill Zul'jin's soul. It's a complicated step, but if he can use his head to cooperate with his mojo, he can call back his escaped soul and seal it..."

"But those whimsical bureaucrats in Silvermoon City ruined all of this. They forcibly extended the life of a villain who deserved to die long ago for 5 years!"

Tyrion shook his head, and handed the head to Lor'themar:

"Bring it back to Quel'Thalas as quickly as possible!"

But Lor'themar obviously had a different idea. He looked at the disgusting head in his hand, and the slightly clean-loving Ranger Captain raised his brows and said:

"Or you can take it to Dalaran, which is closer. I believe that His Royal Highness, who is extremely knowledgeable in magic, must have a similar method to completely eliminate the threat of Zul'jin... and the elimination of this threat will also It will make the prince's reputation even higher in Quel'Thalas! Dar'Khan has been fighting against His Royal Highness in the Silvermoon Council, he is a restless and dangerous element!"

Facing this thought, Tyrion didn't stop him, he just shrugged:

"Go as you please, anyway, this is the best we two rangers can do... Be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, Lor'themar, who was facing the dark forest behind him, was thrown to the ground by Tyrion. At the same time, the whistling flying ax flew out of the dark forest, almost brushing Tyrion's hair. It slammed into the tree trunk behind it fiercely, causing flying wooden debris to explode.

Under the light of the already faint fire in the forest, Saurfang, carrying a tomahawk, rushed out of the forest with the remaining orc soldiers. He saw the mutilated body of Zul'jin who had lost his head on the ground at a glance. The final failure of the mission, coupled with the shame brought about by the loss of soldiers and generals, was like burning anger, which burned Saurfang's remaining sanity in an instant.

"boom"

The thick tree trunk embraced by the three of them collapsed under Saurfang's furious slash. The orc warlord's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon in the firelight, and the spine battle ax in his hand pointed forward, where Tyrion The figures of Lor'themar and Lor'themar have rushed into the dark forest.

"Charge! Charge over!"

"Bring their heads...bring me back!!!"

emmmmm... After the double update, the number of brothers mentioned in this chapter has actually decreased, don't say it~ If you want to say anything, I have to rely on your reactions to fine-tune the plot~~~