Chapter 3 2. Orcs and Humans

The elf sword unsheathed in the darkness is so gorgeous, the blade made by the master is like a silvery moonlight flashing in the darkness, in Zul'jin's single eye with a strange light, he seems to be expecting something.

The next moment, scorching and smelly blood splattered out of the cage, splashed on the ground, on Tyrion's boots, and on the back of his hand.

but...

On Zul'jin's face, there flashed a trace of pain piercing his body, as well as a strange...disappointment, as if these pains were not what he wanted.

"What's the matter? Old Zulkin...Are you wondering why I didn't stab you in the heart?"

A moment later, Tyrion sounded in the darkness with a mocking voice:

"You see, I have been hunting trolls alone since I was a young adult. I know a lot about the methods of the loa priests. If I kill your body directly, it will only release your soul , so, unfortunately, your language is not as powerful as you think..."

"The Trollbane family, a great aristocrat handed down by humans from ancient times, is known as the "Troll Killers". You know, I really want to challenge that title..."

"puff"

The sharp blade was pulled out from Zul'jin's waist. The severe pain made the old troll limp on the ground. Tyrion took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped his sword. He looked down at Zul'jin:

"It hurts... But you and I both know that this little bit of pain won't kill you. The resilience of you bastards is comparable to that of dirty beasts... Don't worry, I won't let you die like this, Zu Erkin!"

"Do you know why?"

Tyrion turned and walked into the darkness, his voice still echoing in the darkness:

"Secrets have a price! There are no free secrets, not now, not ever...and you know so many secrets, the price is your freedom!"

Tyrion reached out and pulled out a crystal-like ornament from his waist, shaking it in the dark, as if to show off:

"Look! I made your right eye into a talisman, and it has a very good magical effect. I really like it. This thing is much more useful now than when it was on you!"

"Ahhh!"

A beastly roar sounded behind him, and Zul'jin slapped on the bars of his cage, which glowed with lavender magic:

"Don't give me another chance to escape! Tyrion! You'd better keep an eye on me!"

"I swear! As long as I have the chance, I will return everything you did to me...ten times! A hundred times! A thousand times! Ten thousand times! You little bastard!"

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Zul'jin was right that Tyrion lacked affection for his own parents.

This is normal, you can't expect a 30-year-old soul to suddenly have parent-child feelings for a strange couple, although at the age when they died, it was more than enough to be Tyrion's great-grandparents.

But in the end, it's not just a matter of age.

After the death of his parents, Tyrion was adopted by his mother's former sister, the current Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, Ms. Lyresa Windrunner. At that time, her husband also died at the hands of Zul'jin, so Tyrion Ryan naturally became another disciple of the Ranger General, although with the excellent blood of the Dawnblade family, Tyrion may have a better future as a mage.

He studied very well, and soon became the best among the many disciples of General Ranger, even better than the former leader Lor'themar Theron!

Excellent students, coupled with the relationship between adoptive mother and adopted son, will naturally make the two look close, but this kind of intimacy has brought trouble to both Tyrion and General Liresa after he stepped into the battlefield. In fact, Zul'jin's obscene rumors are not only discussed by trolls, but also by the idle nobles of Silvermoon City.

What's more terrible is that there are many nobles in Silvermoon City, and they are generally idle.

This is why Tyrion, who originally guarded the Eversong Forest frontline in Quel'Thalas, served as the captain of the frontline ranger, and was very hopeful to become the youngest ranger lord, came to the hills. In the eyes, it is an out-and-out "barren land", which is almost the same as self-exile.

Tyrion is from proving his innocence and avoiding those bad rumors that hurt his kind adoptive mother and family, he is to protect them.

Seriously, this is the thing that annoys Tyrion the most after he was reborn 300 years ago... By the way, did I mention that he is actually a time traveler...

The long time of 300 years is enough to erase the memory of less than 30 years in the past. The memory of the past has been stretched ten times, and the memory has been diluted. From the initial panic, to habit, and to entering a new life, Tyrion spent nearly 100 years to get used to it all.

Fortunately, with the average lifespan of the high elves, as long as he doesn't die on the battlefield, he still has at least 2700 years to live.

As for why he was dissatisfied with the world and went to be a prophet...because he didn't have that ability.

Azeroth has a bronze dragon that can infinitely predict the future and the past. It is a power that even the kingdom of high elves, Quel'Thalas, fears. Tyrion's surname is not Sunstrider, the indifferent Anas King Talian will not rashly change the national policy just because of his crazy words.

Under such circumstances, only a fool who doesn't understand the value of life will eagerly try to be a "prophet" who may die at any time... But to be honest, instead of worrying about being killed by the bronze dragon in the future, Terry Anger Sometimes there are more things to worry about.

Like... 3 bloody throwing axes flying towards him!

"Squad Three! Ready! Throwing!"

He stood on the hillside of the Hillsbrad Hills, slashing down with the battle knife in his hand, and chopped off the throwing ax that was thrown towards him while giving the order.

And the next moment, 50 rangers about 100 yards behind him raised their war bows. The instinct engraved in the bones of the elves allowed them to easily find the most suitable angle. The 50 rangers shot out in 15 seconds with rapid speed. There were four waves of arrow rain.

The sharp arrow slashed across the sky, drawing the most beautiful and deadly arc, with the additional speed when it fell, and brought the eternal death with the most terrifying posture!

At the bottom of the hillside, more than 100 Amani trolls who were crossing the river held simple wooden shields, trying to resist the rain of arrows from the sky. In the river, they had no way to disperse and could only eat four waves of arrow rain. Under the storm-like arrows, more than one-third of the trolls were nailed to the riverbed.

For trolls with strong self-healing power, this kind of attack is not enough to kill them, but it can break up their formation, and the sharp arrows of the Ranger Rangers who are on special missions have simple enchantments, This kind of sharp arrow will nail the opponent to the ground when it touches the ground until the magic power is exhausted.

And the scattered formation of the trolls represents the opportunity for the elves!

"click"

Tyrion twisted the two swords in his hands together, turning them into a golden double-edged sword. This strange weapon is unique to the Quel'Thalas elves. Once it is swung, it is like a sword that sweeps across the battlefield. Like a storm of death.

Behind him, Rogelio waved his halberd, and Serente drew his swords out of their sheaths. They each led their ranger squads and were ready to rush into the enemy's formation.

Putting the visor over his eyes, Tyrion raised his blade and shouted:

"Speak up to these bastards! Who are we!"

"The Arrow of Quel'Thalas!"

The 70 rangers shouted in unison. They were high-spirited and stood behind Tyrion without fear. As members of the most elite ranger "Farstrider" in Quel'Thalas, apart from the absolute qualification of archery, their melee combat ability Also absolutely excellent.

"Farwalker! Charge with me!"

Tyrion rushed down the hill in the first place, holding the battle blade in his right hand behind his back, and with the help of the momentum of the rapid downward rush, his vigorous body jumped up from the spot and smashed into the chaotic troll like a cannonball , he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the moment he landed, his steps staggered, and he turned around to make a 360° horizontal cut.

During the flashing of the sword, the four trolls around him were all cut in half, and the warm blood dyed the entire river red at this moment. The walker rangers rushed into the enemy line like tigers down the mountain, plunging into the trolls who tried to rescue their chieftain.

The confrontation between the two sides is almost crushing...

The skinning knife in the hands of the vicious troll headhunters couldn't pierce the well-made chain armor of the rangers at all, while the weapons in the hands of the rangers could easily cut off their armor and cut off their heads along with it.

Quel'Thalas has been able to fight the forest trolls for thousands of years, not relying on the superiority of numbers. Compared with the manpower of the two sides, Quel'Thalas is at an extreme disadvantage for no reason. What the high elves rely on is that regardless of their martial skills From equipment to equipment, the quality is extremely crushed.

But now, on this human land, facing these trolls who lack the advantage in numbers and have lost their fighting spirit, Tyrion and his rangers only need to stretch out their hands to hold the skirt of victory.

It's hardly a fight...

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"Clean up the battlefield, pile up these miscellaneous corpses and burn them!"

The ambush came to an end in less than 10 minutes. Only 7 people on the elves' side were slightly injured, and all the trolls were wiped out.

Obviously, these trolls who came to rob the prison must be the victims of the internal power struggle of Amani. Their equipment and will are too bad... They were completely used as cannon fodder.

Cleaning up the battlefield was naturally done by the high-spirited rangers. Tyrion washed his sword and hands in the water. He couldn't help joking to Rogelio beside him:

"Actually, many times, I wonder if the nobles of Silvermoon City are using Zul'jin as a bait to deliberately lure these mindless trolls to die... What's wrong? Rogelio?"

Tyrion turned his head and saw Rogelio staring at the forest on the other side of the river. He couldn't help asking:

"What's the matter?"

"There! I just saw a flash of light... Like those human knights in plate armor, like archery targets."

Rogelio whispered hesitantly:

"But just for a moment, I wonder if I've read it wrong."

"Huh? Knight? Here?"

Tyrion frowned too.

The Hillsbrad Hills belong to the hinterland of the northern border. This is the richest plain land in the Alterac kingdom. It is surrounded by the human countries in the northern border. This is a perennial safe zone. Even the recent uproar None of the green-skinned orc invasions endangered the safety of the hills. In this kind of place, it is obviously unlikely that fully armed knights will appear.

But Rogelio, as an experienced old ranger, is unlikely to make such a mistake, but thinking of the recent orc invasion that caused shocks in northern Xinjiang, and comparing it with the historical memory in his mind, Tai Ryan's breathing was short. If he remembered correctly, at this point in time, the orcs seemed to be trying to cross the sea to attack humans.

Thinking of this, he patted Rogelio on the shoulder:

"Go! Let's go and have a look!"

After entering the woods, Tyrion keenly saw the blood on the branches. He drew out his bow with his backhand, and Rogelio on the other side drew out the sword at his waist at the same time. The trees swayed, and they saw a knight.

Rogelio was right, the flash just now was indeed caused by him staggering and running, and seeing the knight's wound, Tyrion frowned.

His sturdy plate armor was cut open, the flesh and blood in it turned out, and there were scorching marks. This is a fatal wound, and it looks like a scratch caused by artillery!

This world also has artillery, and the artillery that uses some magic technology is not necessarily weaker than the ones Tyrion has seen, but the question is, in the hinterland of the Hillsbrad hills...how can there be artillery?

"Ahem...You guys, you are elf...rangers?"

The knight also found the ranger, but before he could speak, Tyrion leaned down and put his hand on the knight's neck. Rogelio was very cooperative and handed over a elven medicine. Tyrion was slightly rude. Stuffing the secret medicine into the knight's mouth, he took out the water bag on his waist and forced it down for him.

"Ahem! Listen to me, rangers..."

Before Tyrion could ask, the knight said out of breath, "I know you don't have much contact with humans, but now, you have to help us..."

"On the east side of the hill, on the coast...the orcs have blocked the sea between Southshore Town and Menethil Harbor. Southshore Town is full of wounded people. Our three ships used to transport the wounded have...those Butchers, they...they're going to kill our wounded...please! please save them!"

Tyrion stretched out his hand to press the excited knight's shoulder noncommittally, and asked in a deep voice:

"What's your name? What are you going to do through this forest?"

"I...my name is Joe, Joe Al, I am General Gavin Ladd's adjutant...I am going to Dunholde Castle to ask for help, but unfortunately...I may not be able to make it to Dunholde Virtue."

There was a flash of pain in the eyes of the knight named Al, followed by calmness. He grabbed Tyrion's hand and said firmly:

"But the wounded in Nanhai Town... cough cough... I beg you, they are all heroes, even if they are going to die, they have to die on the battlefield, not a tragic death with no power to fight back... I beg you, Elves, I have nothing to offer you...but..."

"We have our own mission, humans, so unfortunately, please allow me to refuse!"

This blunt refusal made the Al knight a little desperate, but seeing the iconic green Farstrider cloak behind Tyrion, the knight shuddered violently, and shouted with the last of his strength:

"Wait! Ranger! In South Sea Town, there are not only human wounded... but also your elves!"

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