The title Headhunter is unique to trolls and represents the best hunters among trolls, who know how to hunt, and hunting is one of the most important parts of the troll tradition.

Originating from the savage habits of the trolls of the Savage Age, these guys didn't mind filling their stomachs with humanoids when they were short of food, but the Amani trolls now rarely maintain the tradition of headhunting, but the title has been passed down to the best, most elite and ruthless troll hunters.

They walk almost silently through the jungle, armed with a wooden spear coated with secret voodoo, an insidious weapon that easily breaks when pierced into the body of its prey, and the broken weapon pierces the voodoo deeper into the veins of the prey.

They are accustomed to using sharp axes, which are more than ten times more lethal than arrows at short range, and high-level headhunters will also carry some voodoo trap materials and gadgets with them, and the highest-level Shadow Hunters can even summon the power of the god Loa to fight like mages.

Of course, no matter which troll clan it is, the Shadowhunters are the real big shots, and just a small Tyrion is not enough for the Amani tribe to make such a heavyweight killer move.

Well, while the Shadowhunter may sound like a Ranger, it's actually a priesthood in the troll tradition...

Headhunters have always been the most troublesome opponents for the High Elf Ranger, and this time, Tyrion has to face 20 Headhunters alone... For the average ranger, it's almost like sending them to death.

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In the dark and cold forest, the silent killing machine spread out little by little under the lapping of the raindrops, like an invisible hand, clenching the beating heart from the darkness.

A troll headhunter with oil paint on his face clenched the spear in his hand, the troll's distinctive palm with a thumb and only three fingers, but their arm strength and always hunched back made the center of gravity very low, which made the throwing axes they threw and the spears they stabbed more lethal.

He strolled through the forest, holding back his breath, knowing that he was up against one of Quel'Salas's best rangers, and he didn't show fear, but he was a little nervous.

There are countless trolls killed by Tyrion, and this ruthless Ranger Captain is famous among the Amani trolls! Because of this, killing him will be the best proof of strength!

The headhunter reached out to pluck away the low-hanging branches in front of him, and before he could take the next step, he keenly spotted the trap under his feet, it was a very rough rope trap, covered with leaves, but the craft was too rough, maybe Tyrion didn't have time to hide too much, in short, it was a failed trap.

The Headhunter retracted his foot, and he sneered in the darkness, there was a large tree on his left, so the Headhunter subconsciously moved a step to the right, but just as his foot stepped on the heavy fallen leaves by the trap, the feeling of the air made his eyes widen.

"Wow"

The bouncing rope flipped the headhunter into the air in the form of a fall, and at the moment when the sky was spinning, he suddenly saw a sharp light in the darkness behind him.

"Poof"

The arrow scrept in, and in the darkness-shrouded woods, only the ticking of blood on the fallen leaves remained, and the rough trap still existed beneath the leaves, as if representing Tyrion's silent taunt.

On the other side, two troll headhunters advanced through the forest, their developed sense of smell could easily smell the creeping smell of blood that gradually spread in the forest, a pungent smell familiar to them, because they also had the same wild blood flowing through their bodies.

And in this pungent smell of blood, there is no mild taste that belongs to the High Elves, that is... Tyrion wasn't dead yet, and he was already surrounded and on his own hunt.

This terrible situation raised the vigilance of the two headhunters to a new level, and with every few steps they took, they would discern the way forward in the darkness, the forest terrain of the Hillsbrad Hills was not complicated, at least not as frightening as the forests of Silvermoon and Hinterland, but Tyrion had been stationed near this forest for four years, and he knew this forest well.

It's like your own hunting ground.

"Fluttering"

The sudden sound in the darkness caused the two nervous trolls to quickly raise their heads, and they saw a large group of night owls flying through the forest, as if the arrival of the trolls had disturbed their quiet hunting.

And at the moment when this scattered sound sounded, a deadly arrow shot out from the branch behind the troll, piercing the chest of the troll in front of him, and the enchantment attached to the shaft of the arrow was activated by blood, and the moment it pierced into the ground, the tall troll was nailed to the ground.

"Ahh

At the moment when the screams rang out, Tyrion's figure leapt from the branch, and what he held in his hands was not an elven sword, but a wooden war spear with the characteristics of a troll, and the pale green voodoo on the war spear was so terrifying in the dark forest.

"Poof"

The headhunter behind reacted quickly enough that the moment his companion was hit by the arrow, his body jumped outward, but his arm was still grazed by the wielding war spear, the fragile wooden spear broke rapidly in the collision, and the stubble flying in the darkness pierced into the troll's arm like a small hidden weapon.

The fast-acting voodoo quickly melted into the headhunter's veins, and after a few seconds of trembling with Tyrion barely drawing his sword, his body became heavy and his breathing became heavy.

"Poof"

The blade entered the body, the indifferent elven ranger's blade handle flipped, completely shattering the troll's heart, his steps retreated, behind him, the pierced headhunter broke free of the restraints, roared and pounced towards Tyrion, the ranger's left hand waved, the two elven blades merged into one, and the alien blade brought a whirlwind in the flip of his wrist.

"Bang Bang Bang"

After three exchanges, the headhunter lost his weapon and his left arm, and Tyrion did not give him time to rest, he stepped forward and pulled an arrow from the quiver with his backhand, the metal blade of his left hand pierced his body, and the arrow of his right hand pierced his eye fiercely, piercing his brain.

"Poof"

The bloody arrow was pulled out and reloaded into the capsule, and a somewhat pale Tyrion reached out and covered his abdomen, where the chain mail had been sliced open, and there were two bloody wounds inside that had been cut by the throwing axe, and his left hand was already drenched in blood.

With 1 to 20... A complete victory without being injured is basically impossible, unless a ranger like his mentor, General Liresa, is still possible.

"Hmm"

Chewing up the elven potion he was carrying and applying it to the wound, the sensation of pain made Tyrion grit his teeth, and after the wound stopped bleeding, he looked left and right, and walked quickly into the depths of the forest... Looking for the next prey, he has no time to waste.

Twenty minutes later, the last surviving headhunter screamed and rushed out of the forest without looking back.

It was like escaping from the most terrible nightmare and ascending to heaven, with a frightened expression on his face, he was the only one of the 20 heavily armed headhunters who had survived the assassination of Tyrion until now, and this terrible pressure, as well as the corpses of those companions who had died tragically, had completely broken the tense strings in the headhunter's heart.

After narrowly escaping Tyrion's killer arrow, he was so frightened that he rushed out of the forest desperately, only to make the most humiliating mistake for the hunter.

He exposed his defenseless back to a deadly adversary, and don't expect him to show mercy.

"Whoosh"

The wooden spear flew out of the dark forest, like a spear piercing the prey, piercing the flesh behind the headhunter, and did not penetrate his body, but piercing the flesh, the cruel voodoo seeped into the body, for the headhunter, it also meant that death had come.

"Puff"

The trembling Troll Headhunter couldn't control the twitching of his muscles, and he fell to his knees on the bank of the forest, and he struggled to raise his head to look at the indifferent leader in front of him, and he struggled to beg for a living.

Zurgin looked at the last surviving headhunter with his remaining one-eyed indifference, and the gesture of fear made him feel the malice of the elf boy again, and he stretched out his withered and weak hand and clasped the dying headhunter's neck with three fingers.

"You didn't bring back his head, you disgraced the Amani clan..."

"Click"

The mysterious incantation of Zulkin's upper body emitted a faint light, and the pale green light wrapped around his arm, and his body, weakened by the long imprisonment, seemed to regain its nutrients and become muscular again, while the headhunter who was clasped by his neck seemed to be exposed to the rapid passage of time, and quickly weakened, and finally, turned into a terrifying dried corpse.

"Click"

Zurkin craned his neck, the bones clashing between them, and he glanced back at the trolls with torches behind him, and some of the orcs who were watching from afar, especially the calm glow of the orc leader, which made him feel a hint of contempt.

The old leader of the Amani trolls snorted and strode towards the forest of death ahead:

"My shame, I'll wash it with my own hands... Until I return with Tyrion's head, Overseer Sarufar, I'll leave my army in your hands for now! ”

The words made the leader of the orcs pause, and the armoured orc nodded, and his grave contempt vanished, replaced by a touch of scrutiny, and he said in a deep voice:

"Grand Chief Orgrim is waiting for news of my victory, Zurgin, and there is not much time left for you! The tribe will fulfill your requirements, but again, you will have to fulfill our requirements!! ”

"Just break through Silvermoon City!"

Zulkin glanced back at Sarufar, and a sinister smile appeared on his old face:

"Amani Trolls will become the Horde's staunchest allies! Thousands of trolls will fight for your Great Chieftain under the Horde's banner! Amani has always been true to his word..."

"But before I do that, I'm going to enjoy my revenge... Little fun! ”