"Those orcs are really brave..."

Riding on the Queldore warhorse, Cassel had a sweet grass stalk in his mouth, and the young Ranger Captain was now hanging his arm in bandages and could only manipulate the reins with one hand, and he couldn't help but say to Tyrion:

"Even in the desperate situation of being shot, they can still fight back desperately... The will to fight can be said to be very tenacious, and it is a terrible opponent! ”

"So before I go, I'll let you and the fighters be careful."

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

"You're also a captain anyway, you have to learn to protect yourself and the soldiers under your command, you don't need to take the lead in everything, and we are rangers, not warriors, just like just now, at least before the human soldiers die, it's not your turn to rush up and fight those desperate orcs."

Cassel has the typical drive and activity of a young man, he is different from the calm Rogerio and the calm Celant, he comes from the Mingyi family, and is also a veteran ranger family that has been passed down for generations, but this guy inherits the focus and indifference of the Quel'Salas Ranger, and there is some ungenish enthusiasm and occasional restlessness.

He is very fond of killing his opponents with his sword, but this dangerous behavior will always cause him some trouble, such as the arm he is now hanging up, which was stabbed with a dagger by a dying orc, and according to the rangers' love for the arm, this guy will not be able to touch the bow and arrow for at least 2 months.

"I just think the human evaluation of those orcs is a bit exaggerated..."

Cassel glared at his distinctive green eyes and said with some smirk, and his retort caused Tyrion to snort, and the former looked back at him and whispered:

"And now? Do you still think that the war report of mankind is exaggerated? ”

The young ranger shook his head, and after a moment of thought, he replied:

"I'm now beginning to understand what Captain Aurelia and Prince Kael'thas are arguing about, if these orcs are allowed to destroy the human realm in the North, they will definitely be a big problem for Quel'Thalas, they are too aggressive, they are too savage, but they are more disciplined than the trolls, and with their vast combat experience, we may need to suffer great losses to repel them."

Tyrion shook his head at Cassel's description.

He wouldn't tell the young man that in his memory, under the combined attack of the orcs and trolls, Quel'Thalas was forced to retreat to Silvermoon City, and if it weren't for the orcs who were unwilling to waste too many troops in the stubbornly resisting High Elf position, I am afraid that Silvermoon City would probably not be able to hold it.

In the face of these wild and powerful exotic warriors, specializing in magic and rangers, the High Elves who lack frontal battlefield classes are too weak, once the mages are entangled by the warlocks and shamans on the orc side, the ranger army alone is no match for the orc army at all.

"Leave the big guys' affairs to them to worry about themselves, it has nothing to do with us."

Tyrion pulled the reins, the darkness could not hide the superb gaze of the High Elves, he could easily see the shadows of the distant camp under the cold raindrops, and when he saw the quiet camp at the edge of the night in the distance, Tyrion's heart suddenly jumped.

"That's not right! Not right! ”

"Everyone, stop moving!"

Tyrion's arm was raised, and the moment his voice fell, the slightly scattered elven rangers quickly maneuvered their horses and stopped in place.

In the neighing of the war horse, Tyrion activated the magic trinket he carried with him, accompanied by a faint stream of heat rushing into his cheeks, his pupils shrank, and his vision in the dark became wider, and the next moment, he saw the collapsed flag in the camp... and the scattered shadows that fall to the ground.

Is that... Corpse!

The camp was attacked!!

"Enemy attack! Get ready for battle! ”

Tyrion took off his bow with his backhand, and under the reprimand of his stern voice, all the rangers lifted their spirits, and at this moment, in the forest about 300 yards away from the rangers, the familiar shouts of killing sounded in an instant.

And along with the shouting and killing, there was also a whistling axe, because of the sound of the night rain hitting the ground, and the exhaustion after the battle, the rangers did not find this imminent crisis!

The attack was so swift and so deadly.

Tyrion's eyes widened, he subconsciously turned over and flipped off his horse, pulled Cassel next to him off the horse, and pressed Cassel's shoulders tightly, and the two of them immediately lay on the ground.

Other rangers don't have such a quick reaction ability, it is extremely difficult to catch the trajectory of the flying axe in the dark, plus the same time the axe is thrown, there is also an obscure and malicious voodoo spell coming, the darkness that falls from the sky is like a big net, completely blinding the elves' excellent vision, in the first wave of axes tearing the air, more than 20 rangers were smashed into the body, screaming and falling to the ground.

Blood... The smell of blood from his horses and companions filled Tyrion's nostrils at this moment, and his slightly tired spirit became sober in an instant.

"Spread out! Counterattack! ”

Tyrion's voice rang out in the dangerous darkness, and after shouting the order, he grabbed Cassel and flipped around several times, and at the same time, at least seven axes slashed at the ground where he had just lurked.

"Whoosh"

Under the cover of darkness and the melody of the rain on the earth, the rangers began to fight back, the sound of sharp arrows appearing so clearly in the darkness, and the muffled sound of the arrow piercing into the body, the sound of blood splashing, the original tranquility was broken in an instant.

Tyrion clasped Cassel's mouth to prevent him from making a sound, and he lay on the ground, quietly listening to the scattered footsteps around him.

"There are at least 60 people... It's trolls, and possibly orcs! They came together. ”

Tyrion's heart sank, thinking of the tragic situation of the attack on the camp, the most dangerous Amani troll Zulkin was likely to have escaped, and then thinking of the bloodthirsty madness of those Amani trolls led by Zulkin that he saw on the battlefield, Tyrion gritted his teeth, he felt the eagle whistle on his waist, let go of Casser's mouth, and said in a deep voice:

"I know you're not willing to run away like this, but you have to live to take revenge... Ten thousand steps back, we must send the news of Zulkin's escape back to Quel'Thalas! So follow me in a minute! Don't lose it! ”

"Whoosh!!"

The sharp and rapid eagle whistle sounded in the dark night, and in the darkness shrouded in witchcraft, the eagle whistle that represented a special meaning was heard, and the rangers who could not see the surrounding battle situation decisively chose to evacuate, and those with horses turned over and got on their horses, and those without horses casually found a direction to quickly retreat, breaking through in all directions.

For a moment, the entire scorching battlefield was scattered by this sudden retreat.

"Huh"

Tyrion's body jumped up from the ground, his long ears jumped rapidly, he didn't aim, just listened to the shouts of the trolls and orcs in the darkness, the three arrows on the bowstring shot out quickly, the moment he landed, he heard a few short screams, and three more arrows pierced into the darkness with his backhand, and then rushed in a certain direction without looking back, followed by Cassel with a war knife.

"That little cub ran away! Get him! Kill him! ”

A terrible roar rolled in the darkness behind it, brutal and vicious, it was... Zurkin!

Moments later, a heavily armed Amani Troll Headhunter with a poisonous spear in his hand quickly drove in the direction Tyrion had left, and behind them, an orc in gray armor and carrying a battle axe glanced at the departing troll, he shook his head, and instead of following, he looked down at the Ranger with his arm cut off at his feet.

The rare armoured orc crouched down, spoke a lingua franca with a strange accent, stared at the dying ranger with those blood-red eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"Lead us the way to Quel'Thalas, and I'll spare your life! Behold, your princes have abandoned you, and you have been betrayed! ”

In the face of this brutal persuasion, a blush appeared on the face of the dying ranger, who was pale from pain, and he pulled out a smile of disdain, and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at the orc in front of him with a rudeness that did not match the elegance of the High Elves.

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

"Quel'Salas... Immortal! ”

This mouthful of saliva did not make the orc angry, on the contrary, he stood up, reached out to wipe the blood on his face, the spine battle axe in his hand was raised high, he stared at the ranger at his feet, and said in a deep voice:

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

"Rest in peace!"

"Wow"

The tomahawk flipped with an icy glow and slashed down, blood splattering the ground and slowly dispersing in the rain, adding another bleakness to the cold night.

On the other side, Tyrion and Cassel rushed to the edge of the hill river, which was exactly the same place they had set up an ambush to kill the Amani trolls the other day, and Tyrion didn't have time to lament the impermanence of fate, he reached out and plucked the quiver from Cassel's back, carried it behind his back, and then pushed Cassel into the icy water.

"Follow this river to Nanhai Town, and I'll get you attention!"

He grabbed Kassel's shoulders in the icy water, and there were cold raindrops on his face, which made the Ranger Captain look a little embarrassed:

"Listen to me! You must get the news of Zulkin's escape back as fast as you can, and you can't get him back to Zuaman! I will try my best to keep him, but to be honest, in the face of Zurgin, I am not sure! ”

"There you go!"

Cassel grabbed Tyrian's hand with his backhand and said loudly, "I'm injured, I can't go far, you are more suitable than me, I'll help you attract them!" ”

"Stop making trouble!"

Tyrion shook his head: "You can't draw a bow, you'll be dead if you encounter more than three trolls, and whether I'm alive or dead depends on whether the reinforcements you find are fast or not... Just go! ”

After saying that, Tyrion pushed Cassel into the river with his backhand, the river was not deep, but under the cover of the increasingly dense night rain, it was no problem to hide a thin ranger, he strode into the river, and quickly rushed to the woods on the other side of the river, Cassel gritted his teeth and glanced at Tyrion, he took a deep breath and rushed quickly to the bottom of the river.

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

But after Cassel left, Tyrion was alone in the forest, and in the cold night, he had little fear.

He hid in the dark bushes and watched the headhunters approach the river, and what surged in his heart was not the killing intent of the battlefield, but something else.

At first, even after hearing the news of the murder of his parents in this world, Tyrion didn't have much hatred for trolls, but he soon realized that he needed this hatred to hide his difference, so he began to disguise himself as a character who hated trolls to the marrow, and this disguise lasted for 170 years, and seemed 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 couldn't tell the difference, and the hatred for trolls in his heart was disguised or instinctive?

However, this doubt did not affect his continued killing of trolls...

"Wow"

The first troll near the river seemed to have spotted Cassel's footprints at the bottom of the river, and at the moment when he bent down to check, a sharp arrow flew out from the forest across the river, and the sound of the bowstring made the troll with oil paint on his face subconsciously raise his head, and the sharp enchanted arrow, at the same moment, pierced through his eyes and flew out of the back of his head.

"Bang"

The bloodied corpse smashed on the soft river beach, completely covering up the traces left by Kassel, and this extremely accurate arrow shot out again in this second, almost in the same position, in the same way, and took the life of another troll headhunter with his weapon raised...

Trolls are indeed strong in self-healing, but if they destroy their brains, they will also be killed on the spot.

Seeing the trolls noisily rushing towards the forest, Tyrion's hidden body stood up from the branches, in order to better attract the attention of the trolls, he did not hide his shape, and the moment the first round of axes rushed towards the forest, he rolled over and jumped off the branches.

Leaving only the sound of axes chopping branches, the Ranger had already rushed into the forest, and in the darkness he was as sharp as a fox, silent, with the fingers of his gauntlet, flashing on the beating bowstring.

"Hunting... Here we go! ”