Chapter 19 18. Choose a Day to Die

"A ranger is not a fighter. All our attacks are focused on skill."

"For rangers, the best way to deal with the sharp blade cutting towards the body is to dodge, and then seize every chance to fight back!"

"Tyrion! If you want to be an excellent ranger, you must use reason to suppress your excess desire to attack..."

"boom"

The training sword swung suddenly in her hand failed to hit the opponent, but her leaning forward body was hit on the arm by her precise attack. The next moment, the weapon was dropped from her hand.

The young figure stood there blankly, and after a while, he lowered his head:

"Understood, mother!"

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"crash"

The sudden memories shattered into thousands of radiant fragments at this moment, and Tyrion's consciousness returned to his body. At this moment, his body ended the free fall movement and hit the soft grass like a stone On the ground, he spurted out a mouthful of blood when he raised his head, and in front of his eyes, the phoenix epee, which was smashed by brute force, swirled in the air, rubbed his head, and pierced into the grass.

The blade was already covered with blood stains, both from the opponent and from him.

"swish"

The sound of breaking wind brought by the all-destroying battle ax rang in Tyrion's ears. The ranger propped up every bone in his moaning body, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword next to him, rolled his legs to the other side with force , Narrowly dodged the falling tomahawk.

"boom"

The forest floor was completely cut open by this blow, and the tyrannical force attached to the tomahawk even stirred up a storm in the air, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground everywhere.

"Snapped"

The axeman didn't give Tyrion any time to rest, and he slashed with another brutal blow. The ranger could only block this blow with his heavy sword. The ground flew, turned several times in the air, and finally landed on both feet, barely standing firm.

The orc warlord Saurfang took a step forward, pointing the spine battle ax in his hand at Tyrion in front of him, and the blood-red eyes that are unique to orcs were filled with unquenchable anger:

"Are all the rangers in Quel'Thalas as tough as you?"

The warlord snorted coldly: "It seems that Zul'jin lied to me, that place is probably a hard nut to crack!"

"Hoo... Hoo"

It was Tyrion's heavy and painful breathing that answered him.

He looked at the orc warlord in front of him. Every time this guy swung his axe, the huge force carried by the weapon could not be resolved with skill. As long as the weapons collided, the rhythm of the attack would be completely broken by him. In front of such a tyrannical opponent, Tyrion has little chance of winning.

But so what...

The ranger clenched his blood-stained teeth, he held the hilt of the phoenix epee with both hands, and pointed the blade at the tall orc warlord in front of him.

He knew who the orc in front of him was, his name was Saurfang, and he could recognize him from his iconic armor and battle axe. This guy would become the hero of the new tribe in the future, and Tyrion also knew that his force was powerful. How strong it is, just like the fate that he can't shake with all his strength, so strong that it makes him despair...

But at this time, if you can't fight... don't you want to fight?

"ah!"

Tyrion uttered a cry, and the soft earth turned outward, allowing the ranger to charge again with his sword.

Seeing the imposing charge of the blood-covered elf, the orc warlord had a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Well, the trapped beast is still fighting, and the momentum is good..."

"boom"

The battle ax was swung at will, the anger covering the body of the orc warlord was like a substantial, blood-colored knife light, and Tyrion rolled again and was smashed to the ground behind, blood splashed in the air Come.

"But... that's all... the strength is really... weak."

"bang bang bang"

The collision of battle axes and heavy swords was like the sound of a blacksmith's furnace. It was so ear-piercing in the forest at dawn. Around the battlefield where the two were fighting, all the thick trees that hugged each other had been violently mowed down by Saurfang. The offensive flattened.

Tyrion was at an absolute disadvantage, in front of the berserk Saurfang, he had no advantage at all.

He should be thankful that Dai Lin, who was rescued by him, severely wounded Saurfang with his own weapon on the previous battlefield, and after a night of fighting, the brave orc warlord was completely out of shape.

If it was Saurfang in his heyday...his head was probably chopped off at the moment of the battle.

This is a terrifying opponent. In Tyrion's senses, the crazy orc warlord is even more terrifying than his mentor, General Liresa, the strongest ranger in Quel'Thalas.

Of course, this may also be an illusion, after all, Tyrion's will is a little fuzzy at this time.

Under the stormy tomahawk, Ranger could only passively block with difficulty, every heavy blow would make his bones crack.

The battle lasted less than 10 minutes, and the last trace of strength in Tyrion's body was about to be completely drained by the berserk warlord in front of him.

There is a ferocious eversion wound on his chest, which is the memorial left by passing by the axe.

His left leg trembled abnormally, which was the scar left by the violent orc kicking from behind.

He was almost blind in his left eye, and every movement of his body would make his mind tingle, which was the aftereffect of being hit by the iron armored fist of the orc when he was trying to fight.

He could even feel a burst of coldness from the back of his neck, it seemed that Death was lying on his shoulder, laughing wantonly and joking with him.

"It's been long enough! You've lasted long enough! Such a defeat is not a disgrace!"

"Fall down!"

Amid the roar of the orc warlord, Tyrion was kicked in the chest by his flying kick, and the whole person fell to the ground. When he opened his eyes, he could see the bloody battle ax slashing his head.

Under the action of his instinctive desire to survive, Tyrion desperately raised the epee in both hands, and went forward like a shield.

"click"

With a crisp sound, the last weapon given by Lor'themar suddenly broke under brute force.

"boom"

But because of this, the changed direction of the battle ax rubbed against Tyrion's waist, and slashed into the ground. This sudden change made the movement of the orc warlord who was determined to kill come to a standstill at this moment. In less than a second, the silent Tyrion held the broken blade with his left hand, and the sharp edge pierced his tiger's mouth, like waving a short sword, slashing fiercely from the warlord's wrist And pass.

"puff"

The scalding blood poured down his head and fell into Tyrion's mouth, like the most wonderful wine, completely igniting the last trace of madness in the mortal ranger's bones.

"boom"

Saurfang's tall body was kicked to the ground by him, his left wrist was severed, and the battle ax like a butcher's hand came out. In front of the warlord, Tyrion, who was covered in blood, was holding a sword with only half of it left. Everyone could see that he had only his last breath left, but at this moment, like the craziest lone wolf, he rushed towards the warlord viciously.

"You want my life?"

The last blood brave was completely aroused, he forgot all the teachings of his mentor, and pushed the battle into a desperate situation in the craziest and most direct way. Wall, launched the final charge.

Shake it! break it!

It's like a real... Jedi Strikes Back.

"Okay... Today, you and I will go to hell together!!!"

"Ahhh!"

Tyrion fit and jumped on Saurfang who was about to get up from the ground. The last crazy and stubborn power made him completely suppress Saurfang's brute force at this moment. He rode on the orc On the warlord's waist, the blood-soaked hands firmly held the broken sword, which was only half left, but looked more ferocious. Under the lock of the only remaining right eye, it moved towards Saurfang with precision and viciousness. The gap in the armor pierced fiercely.

It was the gap opened by Dailin's musket shot at close range, and it was also the place where Saurfang had just healed from a serious injury.

"puff"

The stinky devil's blood spewed out from Saurfang's body the moment the broken sword pierced the wound. The extreme, unbearable pain made the warlord almost crazy at this moment.

His eyes were completely eroded by a blood-red rage that drove his body to swell open in mortal pain, like a savage beast fully awakened.

Veterans with experience in fighting orcs will retreat immediately when encountering this situation, because it means that the seriously injured orcs have completely entered a state of instinctive rage. In this state, the orcs will become more bloodthirsty and warlike. He became more aggressive and even became disrespectful.

Stimulated by the devil's blood tumbling in their bodies, the effect of this berserk will be multiplied several times, but entering this berserk state also means that the orcs feel life-threatening. Over time, the orcs will enter a state of weakness, and the orcs in this state will be the best human targets.

It's a pity that this information is of no use to Tyrion... because, with the current him, it is impossible for him to survive Saurfang's violent counterattack.

"boom"

The swung right fist knocked Tyrion, who was holding down the broken sword tightly, from the spot. Saurfang, who lost his mind, roared and got up from the ground. Broken Sword, in extreme, unbearable pain, pulled the sharp blade out of the wound.

The moment the broken sword was pulled out, scorching blood splashed everywhere, and the body of the orc warlord shook, and he even fell down.

At that moment, he even felt a sense of loss of strength, and he also knew that if the lunatic elf stabbed another 30 cm to the right just now, Saurfang would already be a corpse at this time.

It is true that he is a high-ranking warrior of the orc tribe, but even an orc, with a broken heart, will still die...

"dang lang"

The broken sword was thrown on the ground, and his battle ax had already been kicked away by Tyrion. Saurfang swayed on the spot a few times. He bent down and tried to pick up the half broken sword with his right hand. The moment he raised his head, a blood-red shadow staggered into his arms, holding the broken front half of the sword tightly with both hands, the sharp edge even cut through his flesh and blood, but at this moment The Tyrion is already truly at the end of its rope.

Since it's the last desperate effort, it must be your life and death...Why should I cherish this body?

"For Quel'Thalas!"

"For the Blade of Dawn!"

"For Tyrion's... destiny!"

"puff"

The sharp blade first cut through Tyrion's flesh and blood, and in his last stubbornness and madness, pierced Saurfang's wound again. , push the blade outward.

"tear up"

A scarier blood hole was torn out of the wound, and the blood of the two men mixed together, dyeing the fallen leaves under their feet blood red, and in the continuous extreme pain, Saurfang also went mad.

"Ahhhh!"

"It's over! Enough! Die!!"

"puff"

The broken sword in the orc's right hand, driven by the endless power of the berserk, pierced Tyrion's already exhausted body, pierced it easily, and lifted his body high into the sky, and then slammed Throw it out.

"boom"

The elf ranger's pierced body rolled twice on the ground, pointing Tyrion's face at the forest sky at the last moment of death, in his blurred one eye, the light of dawn dispelled the darkness, just Like a sword of light piercing darkness.

That kind of dazzling light shone on his face, and he couldn't feel the warmth at all. In the sunlight, a looming figure floated in front of his eyes, as if he could touch it as long as he stretched out his hand.

And the last trace of strength slowly dissipated from his body, Tyrion could only slowly close his eyes in extreme exhaustion.

"Ahem... I think about it... I want to be with you..."

"But in front of me...is...all...darkness..."