Put it in the big rhythm of the whole war, Tyrion. The death of the Dawn Blade was not a big deal, it was just a victim of the collision between the two camps before the decisive battle.

But Tyrion's death did change something.

Due to his special status, his death directly caused the Ranger General and the Windranger family to completely fall to the side of Prince Kael'thas who advocated war, and the Windrangers are the largest Ranger family in Quel'Thalas, and their influence on the other Ranger families is immense.

Therefore, in the seats of the Silvermoon Council, the nobles who agreed with the prince accounted for the majority, and this time, even King Anastarian was unwilling to add the elves to this troubled waters of humans and orcs, but he had to give in under the power of the nobles.

Although the order to officially join the alliance has not yet been issued, the three ranger units belonging to the Ranger Legion have already set out from Quel'Thalas mainland to the Hillsbrad Hills and the Arathi Highlands to fight, accompanied by the proud of the High Elves, the powerful Firewing Mage Legion.

Although the total number of people is only nearly a thousand, the addition of this force has made the anxious Seven Nations Alliance cheer, the combat power of the High Elves cannot be measured by the number of people, and as long as the legion arrives, it means that the well-made war materials of Quel'Salas will also be open to human countries.

Although the price is expensive, at this critical juncture of the battle of life and death, if you can buy victory with a small amount of money, I am afraid that the kings are even willing to go bankrupt.

The elven soldiers of Quel'Thalath were swift, and by the time they reached the hills and the heights of Arathi, they had already begun their own hunt.

"Whoosh"

The red arrow pierced the air, mercilessly harvesting the life of the orc scout riding on the black wolf, the sharp arrow pierced his throat from behind, the scout's body swayed twice, and he fell from the back of the galloping wolf, the loyal wolf was unwilling to give up his master.

But the next moment, before its roar could be heard, another sharp arrow pierced its heart mercilessly.

It's a hunt.

At the junction of the Arathi Highlands and the Hills of Hillsbrad, in an endless meadow, a squad of rangers is hunting down twice as many orc scouts as they are.

These slender elves have no fear of rough orcs at all, and as long as they keep a distance, even the strongest orcs will die in the way of the charge.

"Scatter and flee!"

The captain of the orc scout, with red eyes, looked at his companion who was constantly being shot from behind, and he waved the hunting stick in his hand and shouted:

"Send back the news of the elves' appearance in Arashi! Scattered! ”

"Whoosh"

Before the words fell, a young man from the blood-ring orc beside him was pierced through the heart, and in the face of these elven armor-piercing arrows with frenzied accuracy, these orc scouts who were ambushed were like being targeted by cold death, no matter how they dodged, they couldn't escape the shroud of death.

"Wow"

In the shadow of death, the scouts dispersed quickly, and behind them, rangers on horses and chocobos gave pursuit.

Celent. Firewing rode on the galloping warhorse, the war bow in his hand opened a circle, locking on an orc scout who had lost his wolf and was running hard, in the eyes of the elf captain, there was no trace of hesitation, indifference as ice.

"Whoosh"

Sharp arrows shot out of the bowstring, and after 2 seconds, the orc was pinned to the ground.

"Huh"

Sellent drew his sword, and at the moment when the horse grazed the orc, the knife in his hand rose and fell, and a hideous head rolled down to the grass in the blood splash.

"See? Tyrion! Rogge! See? I killed another one! ”

Celerant shouted inwardly:

"Bless me with your Heroic Spirits! I'm going to keep killing like this! Until you find that damn Sarufar! I will sacrifice you with the heads and blood of the orcs! ”

As the captain of the rangers under Tyrion, Sellant saw the camp completely destroyed by the orcs after that night's death, and less than 30 of the 150 rangers who guarded there finally escaped.

In the ruins of the camp filled with the blood of the rangers, the remaining 30 rangers swore that they would avenge the tragic death of their brothers for the rest of their lives, and that the rangers would not stop killing until the culprit Sarufar was killed.

Immortals like elves attach great importance to vows, and once they have taken an oath, they must be fulfilled, but among the surviving rangers, Celent is not the craziest.

"Ahh Ahh ”

An orc scout who had been stabbed in the left leg by an arrow struggled forward on the grass, and from the point where the arrow pierced, it was not a miss, but a deliberate shot by the bearer of the bow that prevented him from escaping.

With the difficult movement of the orc, leaving a conspicuous blood mark on the grass, this orc looks very young, as a member of the Blood Ring Clan, his face covered with red war tattoos, still retains two intact eyes, indicating that he has not passed the cruel rite of passage of the Blood Ring Clan, and now, this young soul, is about to die.

Behind him, a ranger wearing the Voyager chain mail stood in place with a halberd in hand, looking indifferently at the orcs trying to escape.

Cassel. Bright Wing, once the youngest Ranger captain under Tyrion, the massacre on a rainy night completely changed the fate of many people, and for Cassel, his change was so drastic and so unacceptable.

"Is it painful?"

Seeing that the young orc scout was struck down by fear, and collapsed on the ground, unable to move forward, Cassel stepped forward and flicked the young orc's body with the halberd in his hand, and he said in an indifferent voice:

"Why don't you run away? You only need to escape another 10 meters and I'll let you go! Elves are talking and counting. ”

The words in the lingua franca made the young orc's body tremble, and he looked back at the elf behind him with fear, only to see an indifferent face, but no one wanted to die, so the orc continued to crawl forward with difficulty.

Until he was about to climb 10 meters, the elf behind him still didn't say anything, which made the orc's eyes burst with hope of survival, but the next moment, the sharp halberd mercilessly pierced his heart from behind.

"Poof"

The halberd was pulled out of the wound, and the blood it brought out splashed on the back of Kassel's hand, and the elf wiped the blood on the cloak, and he looked at the corpse at his feet and shook his head:

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise! But you did not show mercy to my people when you slaughtered them..."

"I just... Blood for blood, revenge for revenge! ”

"Cassel! Stop the guy who ran away! ”

The shouts of his companions came from behind, and the Ranger Captain inserted his halberd into the ground, drew his war bow with his backhand, and quickly rushed up the small hill behind him, and at the end of his sight, the last four fleeing war wolves were running wildly with their masters.

Of the 12 scouts, only these four remained.

Cassel mounted three sharp arrows, the light of hatred beating in his eyes, and with the hum of the bowstring, the three arrows broke through the wind of the Arathi Heights and shot at the fugitives hundreds of yards away.

With three arrows fired, Cassel was left behind, and three escaped from their range, a failure that made Cassel clench his bow and look extremely pale.

"Or let them run... What an unwillingness! ”

Cassel said to Serent, who had come up to him, "You should kill every single one of them!" ”

"Don't worry!"

Celent glanced back at the hills behind him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"They can't run!"

In the center of the battlefield behind the two, Aurelia . Standing on the raised hillside, Windranger could clearly see the three escaped orc scouts in her sight, who were at least 700 yards away from her, a distance that ordinary arrows couldn't reach.

But Aurelia didn't give up in her eyes, she threw the usual warbow in her hand to the ranger beside her, and backhanded out the red, wide, ancient Windranger Mark - Sastrora's ranger warbow from her back.

Without the arrow, the moment Aurelia pulled the bowstring, the air around her began to tumble, and the magic in the air was attracted by this special war bow, and a black magic arrow appeared on the bowstring, and it seemed so solid.

"In the name of Tyrion..."

Aurelia's face was cold, her eyes unfilled with emotion, her arm raised slightly, and the fingers that held the bowstring snapped loose.

"Buzz"

The black magic arrows flew like bullets out of the chamber, and even sent a small sonic boom in the air, rushing towards the fleeing orc at a speed far beyond that of ordinary arrows.

The moment it approached the target, the black magic arrow trembled, rippling the magic power around the body, splitting into 6 small rotating arrows, like a storm of sharp arrows, piercing all the obstacles in front of him in an instant.

It was a terrifying sight, in the eyes of Cassel and Serent, the three fleeing orcs, along with the wolves beneath them, seemed to have been pierced by dozens of arrows, and at that moment the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the moment the black magic arrow disappeared, the life of the fugitive ended with a pile of disgusting, unrecognizable stumps and severed arms.

The scene was enough to make anyone who saw it shudder.

Azeroth is an ancient and mysterious world, with many treasures carrying special powers, hidden in the corners of the world, Aurelia can turn decay into magical war bows, and Sastora is one of them... Such treasures with power are not something that ordinary people can covet, and in fact, ordinary people cannot grasp them.

"Huh"

Aurelia turned her red war bow behind her, her fingers were still trembling abnormally, she stretched out her other hand, brushed her long golden hair, looked back at the battlefield that had fallen silent, and whispered:

"Clear this grassland... Once you find the other orcs, kill! ”

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"Whew... Whew"

An orc scout, covered in blood, struggled to run through the swamp of the wetland.

He was the only survivor of the encounter 30 minutes earlier, and he escaped by hiding under the corpse of a wolf while the mad elves were killing his companions, with half of the shaft of an arrow still remaining on his arm.

The arrow had barbs on it, and as an experienced scout, he didn't dare to pull it off rashly, which would have magnified his wound and eventually died of blood loss.

"This news must be brought back to the clan!"

This orc trekked step by step in the mire, as a blood-ring orc who had lived in the cruel jungle since he was a child, such a harsh environment could not be difficult for him.

But just as the orc rushed out of the quagmire and could already see the camp of the Blood Ring Clan from a distance, the low sound of a horse bell sounded behind him.

"Huh"

The orc scout turned around and saw two dark shadows on their horses, strolling forward in the muddy swamp, which seemed to be completely unable to affect the movement of the horses, and if you looked closely, every inch of the land where the skeleton horses strode was covered with traces of ice.

The horse's body was almost entirely a skeleton of white bones, it had an armored saddle and strange horns on its head, its eyes were blood-red, and it didn't make a sound as it went, it was definitely not a living creature.

"Death Knight! Take me for a ride! ”

As the two dark figures approached, the panting blood-ring orc called out to them, and when the Death Knight at the head turned around, the pair of ice-blue, emotionless eyes made the orc subconsciously take a step back.

What scared him even more was that it was an elf's face! And it was this elf that slaughtered his squad just now.

This fear was immediately captured by the Death Knight, and Tyrion looked at the wounded orc, and he asked emotionlessly:

"Are you afraid of me? Why? ”

"I'm not afraid of you!"

The orc subconsciously said, "It's those of your compatriots... In the Arathi Heights, the High Elves are hunting our scouts! They're crazy! ”

"Huh? Elven Ranger? ”

Tyrion raised an eyebrow and said in a hoarse, dry voice:

"How did they end up here? Who is their leader? ”

"I don't know!"

The blood-ringed orc glanced at the Death Knight in disgust, he was not at all interested in the corpses that had come back from the dead, and he casually said, "Their leader is a woman... Blonde hair, blue war paints on the arms, shaped like a bird..."

"Click"

The next moment, Tyrion's arm suddenly lifted, grabbed the orc's neck, and lifted him easily into the air, his ice-blue eyes rolling with a terrifying color.

"Did you see her?"

"Yes! I... I see it... She used a red bow..."

"Click"

"Then you know too much..."

The orc's neck was broken, and Tyrion casually threw the corpse covered in ice slag into the mud behind him, and watched the corpse be swallowed up by the swamp before he steered his horse forward as usual.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell..."

The low and ominous sound of the horse's bells continued to ring in the swamp, as if it were some kind of signal of the arrival of death, and Tyrion manipulated the reins of the horse and walked towards the distant orc camp, and he asked softly:

"Glokush, my servant, you're not going to snitch, are you?"

"Huh? What the? I don't know anything... What kind of informant? ”

"Well... Well, I'll teach you the Frost Rune when you go back. ”