"Ranger is not a warrior, and all of our attacks are skill-oriented."

"For the Ranger, the best way to deal with the sharp blade that slashes at the body is to dodge, and then seize the slightest opportunity to fight back!"

"Tyrion! If you want to be a good Ranger, you have to use your mind to suppress your excessive desire to attack..."

"Bang"

The training sword that was swung in her hand failed to hit her opponent, and her leaning body was hit in the arm by her precise attack, and the next moment, the weapon was out of her hand.

The young figure froze in place, and after a moment, he lowered his head:

"Got it, Mother!"

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"Wow"

The sudden memory shattered into thousands of streamers at this moment, Tyrion's consciousness returned to his body, and at this moment, his body ended its freefall movement, slammed into the soft grass like a stone, and spurted out a mouthful of blood when he looked up, and in front of his eyes, the phoenix heavy sword that was smashed by brute force swirled in the air, grazed his head, and pierced into the grass.

The blade of the sword was already covered with blood, both of the opponent's and his.

"Huh"

The sound of the wind-breaking wind from the devastating tomahawk rang in Tyrion's ears, and the ranger braced up every bone moaning, his left hand pressed against the hilt of the sword beside him, and his legs rolled to the other side, narrowly avoiding the falling tomahawk.

"Bang"

The ground of the forest was completely slashed by this blow, and the powerful force attached to the tomahawk even rolled up a storm in the air, blowing the fallen leaves of the ground everywhere.

"Smack"

The axe bearer didn't give Tyrion time to rest, and it was another brutal blow that the Ranger could only block with his heavy sword, and the moment the weapons collided, his body was once again smashed from the spot, flipped in the air several times, before he landed on his feet and stood firmly.

Orc Overseer Sarufar stepped forward, the spine battle axe in his hand pointed at Tyrion in front of him, and the blood-red eyes of the orcs were filled with unquenchable anger:

"Are the rangers of Quel'Thalas as tough as you?"

The Overseer snorted, "Looks like Zurkin lied to me, that place is probably a tough bone to gnaw!" ”

"Whew... Whew"

He was answered by a painful breath in Tyrion's heaviness.

He looked at the orc overseer in front of him, every time this guy swung his axe, the huge force carried on the weapon could not be defused with skill at all, as long as the weapon collided, the rhythm of the attack would be completely broken by him, in front of such a brutal opponent, Tyrion had almost no chance of winning.

But so what...

The ranger's blood-soaked teeth clenched, and he gripped the hilt of the phoenix's heavy sword with both hands, and aimed the blade at the tall orc overseer in front of him.

He knew who the orc in front of him was, his name was Sarufar, he recognized him from his iconic armor and battle axe, this guy would become a hero of the new tribe in the future, and Tyrion knew how strong his force was, just like the fate that he couldn't shake even with all his might, so strong that he despaired...

But it's already this time, and I can't beat it... Won't you fight?

"Ahh

Tyrion let out a shout, and the soft dirt beneath his feet flipped outward, sending the Ranger to charge with his sword once more.

Looking at the blood-covered elf's imposing charge, the orc overseer's eyes lit up with appreciation.

"Well, the trapped beast is still fighting, and the momentum is good..."

"Bang"

The battle axe swung haphazardly, the rage that enveloped the orc overseer's body like a substantial, blood-colored sword flash, and Tyrion rolled and slammed to the ground behind him, blood splattering in the air.

"But... That's it... The power is really... Weak ones can. ”

"Bang Bang Bang"

The clash of tomahawks and swords was like the rattle of a blacksmith's furnace, so piercing in the forest at dawn that the trees around the battlefield where the two men were fighting had been razed by Sarufar's furious onslaught.

Tyrion was at an absolute disadvantage, and he didn't have the slightest advantage in front of the rampaging Sarufar.

He should be glad that Dai Lin, who he had saved, had seriously wounded Sarufar with his own weapon on the battlefield before, and that after a night of fighting, the fierce orc overseer was completely out of shape.

If it was Sarufar in its heyday... His head was probably cut off at the moment of the battle.

This is a terrifying adversary, and in Tyrion's senses, the mad Orc Overseers are even more terrifying than their mentor, General Liresa, the strongest ranger of Quel'Thalas.

Of course, this may also be an illusion, after all, Tyrion's will is a little vague at this time.

Under the stormy onslaught of tomahawks, the Ranger could only passively and strugglefully parry, making his bones rattle with each blow.

The battle lasted less than 10 minutes, and the last vestige of strength in Tyrion's body was completely drained by the raging orc overseers in front of him.

He had a hideous valgus wound on his chest, a memento of his brushing with the axe.

His left leg trembled uncharacteristically, scarred by a rampaging orc's kick from behind.

His left eye was almost blind, and every movement of his body made his mind tingle, which was the after-effects of being hit by the orc's iron-clad fist when he tried to fight.

He could even feel a chill coming from the back of his neck, as if it was lying on his shoulder, and Death was joking with him.

"Long enough! You've lasted long enough! Such a defeat is not a shame! ”

"Fall down!"

At the roar of the Orc Overseer, Tyrion was kicked in the chest, and the whole person fell to the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he could see the bloody battle axe cut off his head.

Under the influence of the instinctive desire to survive, Tyrion desperately raised the heavy sword in both hands and met it like a shield.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the last weapon given by Lotherma snapped under brute force.

"Bang"

But because of this, the changed direction of the battle axe grazed Tyrian's waist and slashed under the ground, this sudden change made the movements of the orc overseer with a killing heart stop for less than a second at this moment, and the silent Tyrion held the broken blade in his left hand, and the sharp blade pierced into his tiger's mouth, as if wielding a short sword, slashing through the Overseer's wrist.

"Poof"

The hot blood spilled on his head and fell into Tyrian's mouth, like the most wonderful wine, completely igniting the last trace of madness in the bones of the already mortal ranger.

"Bang"

Sarufar's tall body was kicked to the ground, his left wrist severed, like a butcher's hand of a tomahawk, and before the Overseer's eyes, a bloodied Tyrion held the hilt of a sword with only half of the blade left, and everyone could tell that he had his last breath left, but at this time, like the craziest lone wolf, he pounced on the Overseer fiercely.

"You want my life?"

The last blood courage was completely aroused, he forgot all the teachings of his mentor, and in the craziest and most direct way, he pushed the battle into a kind of undying desperate situation, and launched a final charge towards the wall of fate in front of him with the attitude of giving everything to it.

Shake it up! Break it!

It's like the real... The Jedi Strikes Back.

"Well... Today, you and I go to hell together!! ”

"Ahhh

Tyrion pounced on Sarufar who wanted to get up from the ground, the last crazy and stubborn force, allowing him to completely suppress Sarufar's brute force at this moment, he rode on the waist of the orc overseer, and his blood-soaked hands clutched only half of the broken sword, but it looked even more hideous, and under the lock of the only remaining right eye, it stabbed fiercely towards the gap in Sarufar's armor with precision and viciousness.

It was the chasm that had been broken by the close-range fire from Dai Lin's musket, and it was the same wound that Sarufar had just healed.

"Poof"

The stinking demonic blood gushed out of Sarufar's body the moment the broken sword pierced the wound, and the extreme, unbearable pain made the Overseers almost mad at this moment.

His eyes were completely eroded by blood-red rage, which drove his body to swell in deadly agony, like a savage beast that had fully awakened.

Veterans with experience in fighting orcs will immediately retreat when encountering this situation, because it means that the seriously injured orcs have completely entered an instinctive berserk state, in which the orcs will become more bloodthirsty and belligerent, more aggressive, and even become unrecognizable.

Under the stimulation of the demonic blood tumbling in their bodies, the effect of this rage will be turned up several times, but entering this state of rage also means that the orcs feel the threat to their lives, as long as they find a way to persist in the short time of the rage, the orcs will enter the weakness of detachment, and the orcs in this state will be the best humanoid target.

Unfortunately, this information is of no use to Tyrion... Because, with him now, it is impossible for him to survive Sarufar's violent counterattack.

"Bang"

With his right fist, Tyrion slammed the broken sword out of place, and Sarufar, who had lost his mind, roared and rose from the ground, trembling his body, holding the broken sword that had pierced the wound with his right hand, and in the extreme, unbearable pain, he pulled the blade out of the wound.

The moment the sword was drawn, scorching blood splattered, and the orc overseer's body shook and even fell.

At that moment, he even had a feeling of detachment, and he also knew that if that elven madman had stabbed another 30 centimeters to the right just now, Sarufar would already be a corpse at this time.

It's true that he's a high-ranking warrior of the orc tribe, but even an orc, with a broken heart, will still die...

"Dangchang"

The broken sword was thrown to the ground, his battle axe had been kicked away by Tyrion, Sarufar's body shook in place a few times, he bent down and tried to pick up the half-cut sword with his right hand, but the moment he raised his head, a blood-red shadow staggered into his arms, and his hands gripped the first half of the severed blade, the sharp edge even cut through his flesh, but at this time Tyrion was already the end of the real crossbow.

Since it's the last time you are desperate, it must be your life and death... Why pity?

"For Quel'Thalas!"

"For the Dawnblade!"

"For Tyrion's... Destiny! ”

"Poof"

The blade first sliced through Tyrion's flesh, and in his last stubbornness and madness, it pierced Sarufar's wound again, and in the last trace of power in his body, in the last moment of losing consciousness, pushed the blade outward.

"Tear up"

The wound was torn out of an even more terrifying bloody hole, and the blood of the two men mixed together, staining the fallen leaves under their feet blood-red, and in the extreme pain that followed, Sarufar also went berserk.

"Ahhhh

"It's time to finish! That's enough! Die!! ”

"Poof"

The broken sword in the orc's right hand, driven by the untold power of the furious hour, pierced Tyrion's exhausted body, impaled it with ease, lifted his body into the air, and then threw it violently.

"Bang"

The elven ranger's impaled body rolled twice on the ground, aiming Tyrion's face at the forest sky in his final moments, and in his already blurred one-eye, the light of dawn dispelled the darkness like a sword of light piercing the darkness.

The blinding light shone on his face, and he didn't feel the warmth at all, and in the sunlight, a looming figure hovered in front of him, as if he could touch it with just a hand.

The last shred of strength slowly dissipated from his body, and Tyrion could only slowly close his eyes in extreme exhaustion.

"Ahem... Think more... I want to be with you..."

"But in front of my eyes... Already... Full... Darkness..."