Chapter 9 8. Night. Ambush

"Those orcs are really brave..."

Castle was riding a Quel'dorei with a stalk of sweet grass in his mouth. The young ranger captain was hanging his arm in a bandage and could only use one hand to control the rein. Tyrion said:

"Even in the desperate situation of being shot, they can still fight back desperately... It can be said that the will to fight is very tenacious, and they are terrible opponents!"

"So before going, I tell you and the soldiers to be careful."

In the slightly cold night rain, Tyrion looked at Kassel's hanging arms, and said helplessly:

"You are also a captain anyway, you have to learn to protect yourself and the soldiers under your command, there is no need to take the lead in everything, and we are rangers, not fighters, just like just now, at least before the human soldiers die, it is not our turn. You rush up and fight those desperate orcs."

Kassel has the aggressiveness and activity typical of young people. He is different from the calm Rogelio and the calm Serente. He comes from the Bright Wing family, which is also an old ranger family that has been passed down for generations. In addition to the concentration and indifference of the Erthalas ranger, there are also some restlessness and occasional restlessness that do not belong to elves.

He likes to kill his opponent with a sword very much, but this dangerous behavior will always bring him some troubles, such as the arm he hangs now, which is the wound stabbed by a dying orc with a dagger, according to the rangers As for the care of his arms, this guy has not been able to touch a bow and arrow for at least 2 months.

"I just think humans' evaluation of those orcs is a bit exaggerated..."

Kassel stared at his unique green eyes, and said resentfully, but his rebuttal made Tyrion snort, the former looked back at him, and said softly:

"So now? Do you still think that the human battle report is exaggerated?"

The young ranger shook his head, and after thinking for a moment, he replied:

"Now I'm starting to understand Captain Alleria and Prince Kael'thas' claims. If these orcs are really allowed to destroy the human kingdom in the northern border, they will definitely become a big problem for Quel'Thalas. They are too Aggressive, they are too savage, but more disciplined than the trolls, and with their experience in combat, we may need to take great losses to fight them off."

Facing Kassel's description, Tyrion shook his head secretly.

He would not tell this young man that in his memory, Quel'Thalas was forced to retreat to Silvermoon City under the joint attack of orcs and trolls. With too many troops, I'm afraid Silvermoon City may not be able to keep it.

Facing these rough and powerful foreign warriors, the high elves who specialize in magic and rangers and lack frontal battlefield units are too weak. Once the magicians are entangled by warlocks and shamans on the orc side, the ranger troops alone are not an orc army at all. opponent.

"Leave the important people's affairs to them to worry about. It has little to do with us."

Tyrion pulled the rein, the darkness could not hide the high elf's outstanding gaze, he could easily see the shadow of the camp in the distance under the icy raindrops, when he saw the quiet camp at the edge of the night, Tyrion's heart skipped a beat.

"No! The situation is wrong!"

"Everyone, stop moving forward!"

Tyrion's arms were raised, and at the moment his voice fell, they were distributed behind him, and the slightly scattered elf rangers quickly manipulated the horses and stopped in place.

In the neighing of the war horse, Tyrion activated the magic jewelry he carried with him, and with a faint heat rushing into his cheeks, his pupils shrank, and his vision in the dark night became wider. The next moment, he saw The fallen flags in the camp... and the scattered shadows on the ground.

That's...a corpse!

The camp has been attacked! !

"Enemy attack! Get ready for battle!"

Tyrion took off his war bow with his backhand. Under his stern voice, all the rangers raised their spirits. At this moment, in the forest about 300 yards away from the rangers, the familiar shout of killing sounded instantly.

Along with the sound of shouting and killing, there was also a whizzing throwing axe. Due to the sound of night rain beating the ground and the exhaustion after the battle, the rangers failed to realize the crisis that was so close at hand!

The attack came so quickly, so deadly.

Tyrion's eyes widened. He subconsciously turned over and fell off the horse. He pulled Kassel beside him off the horse, and firmly held Kassel's shoulders. The two immediately fell to the ground. .

Other rangers don't have such a fast reaction ability. It is extremely difficult to catch the flying ax trajectory in the dark. In addition, at the same time as the throwing ax is thrown, there are obscure and malicious voodoo spells coming , The darkness that fell from the sky was like a big net, completely blinding the excellent vision of the elves. In the first wave of flying axes tearing the air, more than 20 rangers were hit on the body, screaming and falling to the ground superior.

Blood... The smell of blood from the horse and companions filled Tyrion's nostrils at this moment, making his slightly tired spirit instantly sober.

"Scatter! Fight back!"

Tyrion's voice sounded in the dangerous night. After calling out the order, he grabbed Kassel and turned around a few times. At the same time, at least 7 throwing axes fell on the ground where he was lurking just now. superior.

"whoosh whoosh"

Under the cover of dark witchcraft, in the melody of raindrops beating on the ground, the rangers started to fight back. The sound of the sharp arrow leaving the string was so clear in the darkness, and the muffled sound of the arrow piercing into the body, that The sound of blood splattering broke the original tranquility in an instant.

Tyrion held Castle's mouth firmly, preventing him from making a sound. He lay on the ground and listened quietly to the scattered footsteps around him.

"Sixty at least... trolls, and possibly orcs! They're united."

Tyrion's heart sank, thinking of the tragic attack on the camp, the most dangerous Amani troll, Zul'jin, might have escaped, and then thinking of what he saw on the battlefield, those who were led by Zul'jin The bloodthirsty madness of the Amani troll, Tyrion gritted his teeth, he took out the eagle whistle on his waist, let go of Kassel's mouth, and said in a deep voice:

"I know you don't want to escape like this, but you have to live to get revenge...Take a step back and say, we must pass the news of Zul'jin's escape back to Quel'Thalas! So follow me soon! Don't get lost Already!"

"Whoosh!"

The sharp and rapid whistle of the eagle sounded in the dark night. In the darkness shrouded in witchcraft, the rangers who could not see the surrounding battle clearly chose to evacuate decisively when they heard the whistle that represented a special meaning. Arima turned over After getting on the horse, those without horses found a random direction and quickly retreated, breaking out in all directions.

For a moment, the entire scorched battlefield was thrown into disarray by this sudden retreat.

"swish"

Tyrion's body jumped up from the ground, his long ears were beating fast, he didn't aim, just listening to the cries of those trolls and orcs in the dark, the three arrows on the bowstring shot out quickly, The moment he landed, he heard a few brief screams, and three more arrows pierced into the darkness with his backhand, and then he rushed towards a certain direction without looking back, followed by Kassel, who was carrying a saber.

"The brat is gone! Get him! Kill him!"

A shrill roar rolled in the darkness behind him, brutal and vicious, it was... Zul'jin!

A moment later, a heavily armed Amani troll headhunter held a poisonous spear and rushed in the direction Tyrion left. Behind them, a man in gray armor and holding a battle ax The orc glanced at the leaving troll, he shook his head, instead of following, he looked down at the ranger whose arm had been cut off.

This rare armored orc squatted down, spoke a strange common tongue, stared at the dying ranger with his blood-red eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"Lead us to Quel'Thalas, and I spare your life! You see, your leader has abandoned you, you have been betrayed!"

Faced with this rude persuasion, the dying ranger blushed on his pale face because of the pain. He pulled out a smile in disdain, and turned towards the orc in front of him with a rudeness that did not match the elegance of the high elves. He spat out bloody saliva.

"Tyrion will kill you all for me! Death is smiling at you...filthy beast!"

"Quel'Thalas... Immortal!"

This mouthful of saliva did not make the orc furious. On the contrary, he stood up, wiped the blood on his face with his hand, raised the spine battle ax in his hand, stared at the ranger at his feet, and said in a deep voice:

"Your death will bring glory to your country, unfortunately, it is destined to be broken by the combined forces of all Draenor..."

"rest in peace!"

"bass"

The tomahawk flipped the icy light and slashed down. The blood splashed on the ground and slowly dispersed in the rain, adding another sense of desolation to the icy night.

On the other side, Tyrion and Kassel rushed to the edge of the river in the hills. This is the place where they set up an ambush to kill the group of Amani trolls a few days ago. Tyrion had no time to lament the impermanence of fate. The quiver on Kassel's back was behind his back, and he pushed Kassel into the icy river.

"Follow this river to Nanhai Town, and I will attract attention for you!"

He was holding Kassel's shoulder in the icy water, and there were icy raindrops on his face, which made the ranger captain look a bit embarrassed:

"Listen to me! You must pass the news of Zul'jin's escape as quickly as possible, and you cannot let him return to Zul'Aman! I will try my best to keep him, but to be honest, I am not sure about Zul'jin !"

"you go!"

Kassel grabbed Tyrion's hand and said loudly: "I'm injured, I can't go far, you are more suitable than me, I'll help you attract them!"

"Stop it!"

Tyrion shook his head: "You can't draw a bow, you will die if you encounter more than three trolls, as for my life or death, it depends on how fast you can find reinforcements... Go! "

After finishing speaking, Tyrion pushed Kassel back into the river. The river is not deep, but under the cover of the increasingly dense night rain, it is no problem to hide a thin ranger. He strode into the river In the middle, he quickly rushed to the woods on the other side of the river. Kassel gritted his teeth and glanced at Tyrion. He took a deep breath and rushed down the river quickly.

In less than 2 minutes, the murderous troll headhunter rushed over from the dark night rain.

But after Kassel left, Tyrion, who was hiding in the forest alone, didn't have much fear under the cold night.

He hid in the dark bushes, watching those headhunters approaching the river, what was surging in his heart was not the killing intent on the battlefield, but another thing.

At the very beginning, Tyrion didn't have much hatred for trolls even after hearing the news that his parents had been killed in this world, but he soon realized that he needed this hatred to cover up his relationship with the trolls. He was different, so he began to pretend to be a character who hated trolls to the bone, and after a full 170 years of this disguise mask, it seems to have become his real face.

Just as Tyrion couldn't tell whether he was a human from a foreign land or a native high elf, he also couldn't tell whether the hatred for trolls in his heart was a disguise or had become instinct?

However, this doubt does not affect his continuous killing of trolls...

"bass"

The first troll approaching the river seemed to have discovered the footprints left by Kassel at the bottom of the river. At the moment he bent down to check, a sharp arrow flew out from the forest on the other side of the river, and the sound of the bowstring sounded. The sound made the troll whose face was covered in oil paint subconsciously raise his head, and at the same moment, the sharp enchanted arrow pierced his eyes and flew out from the back of his head.

"boom"

The bloody corpse hit the soft river beach, completely covering up the traces left by Kassel, and within this second, this extremely precise sharp arrow was shot again, almost at the same position, with the same The trick, took the life of another troll headhunter who raised his weapon...

The troll's self-healing is indeed powerful, but if the brain is destroyed, they will also be killed on the spot.

Seeing those trolls rushing towards the forest, Tyrion's hidden body stood up from the branch. In order to better attract the attention of the trolls, he did not hide his figure. In the first round The moment the throwing ax rushed into the forest, he turned over and jumped from the branch.

There was only the sound of the flying ax cutting the branches, and the ranger had already rushed into the forest. In the darkness, he was as sharp as a fox, silently, and the fingers of the gauntlet flashed away on the dancing bowstring.

"The hunt...begins!"